Page 41 of Cry of the Damned
His mouth moved lower and his hand climbed, converging toward the same spot.
“What are you doing?” I asked, startled as a wild thought entered my mind. He wasn’t about to… was he?
His gaze lifted to mine. “Ensuring that you enjoy yourself. Do you trust me?”
I swallowed audibly and watched as his mouth hovered over that aching mound.
“Trust me, Sheela.” I felt his breath like a tiny caress, a promise for something far more tantalizing.
I nodded once and tried to relax.
Once more, he took his time, kissing and caressing his way around. His hand got dangerously close, then his mouth, but he made no contact where I wanted it most.
“Please,” I begged.
“Just the word I was waiting for.”
His tongue flicked against my core, and I thought the world was ending in the best way possible. The moan that escaped me was release and want all at once. His fingers parted me, then his tongue moved more freely. It grazed up and down, then moved from side to side, feeling like the touch of one raw soul against another.
It was pure ecstasy, the kind I’d never felt or even imagined existed. My fingers dug into the dirt as an urgent pressure built inside of me, and I felt as if I were tittering at the edge of a precipice. I knew that if I could jump off, I would fly and soar, but I didn’t know how to let go. Then, as if he knew exactly where I stood and what would give me the final push, one of Kall’s fingers began stroking me, exerting a gentle push that ached a little, but in the most delicious of ways.
All of that sensation was more than I could handle, and the tension that had been building up inside my every cell suddenly released.
I fell.
And the ecstasy that had pinned me to the ground morphed into soaring bliss. Waves of pleasure washed over my body, making me spasm and twist with complete abandon. I don’t know how long it lasted, but when I came to, Kall was lying next to me, his hand pressed to my mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he gave me a satisfied twisted smile.
“You were screaming, Sheela,” his husky voice rumbled. “It was a shame I had to quiet you.”
He removed his hand, and I let out a shaking breath. “I never knew…”
“That is only the beginning.”
What?!Was he serious? Could it be possible to feel more than he’d just made me feel?
He frowned as he noticed my surprise. “Will you let me show you more?” he asked, sounding concerned.
I nodded even as a small wave of pleasure made me quiver.
He moved, positioning himself on top of me. The length of him brushed against my hip as he did so, feeling like a velvety caress.
“This might hurt a little,” he warned. “I’ll be gentle, and I’ll stop if you need me to.”
I nodded, not a hint of concern meeting his warning. I had a feeling that whatever pain awaited, Kall would know how to make it all better.
Breathlessly, I watched as he held his length in his hand and guided it to my middle. He pressed against me, a gentle pressure that caused a little pain.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice trembling with his own want. He was holding back so much and making me the focus of everything. It wasn’t entirely fair, so I made a mental note to pay him back.
He pushed further, firmly.
It burned and hurt at the same time. I bit my lower lip.
Kall’s green eyes held the question.Should I keep going?
“Hell yeah!” I gasped.
Then he thrust once more, and I had to clasp my hand over my mouth to drown out the cry that rose to my lips.
