Page 65 of Crave Me
I could feel her throbbing against my thigh, feel her pulse raging against my thumb, and sense her taut nipples against my chest.
It was too much to deny myself this introduction to her kiss. To her power. To herskill.
Knowing this beautiful being desired me was an ego stroke unlike any other.
Because Nyx radiated power. I could taste it with every inhale, feel it brushing my fingertips, and sense the stroke of it against my very spirit.
Yet she wanted me. Perhaps because of a magical pull. Maybe for nefarious means.
But at this point, I no longer cared about the reason.
I just accepted it as fate.
And embraced it with my tongue.
Devouring her. Learning her.Masteringher with dominant strokes while holding her captive by the throat.
Oh, but she didn’t just stand there and accept it.
She fought back, her tongue dueling mine in an intimate dance of carnal anticipation.
She owned me and mastered me just as much as I did her.
And not once did she fight my hold. She simply dug her nails into my scalp and rode my thigh, claiming me in a savagely beautiful sort of way.
I palmed her breast with my free hand, needing to feel that perfect fit.
It’s like you were made for me to worship you,I told her, my mental voice soft.Fuck, Nyx.
I deepened our kiss, needing more of her, and pressed my thigh even more harshly against her. She arched into me in response, riding my leg and clutching my hair while I squeezed her tit and pinched her tight nipple.
She could barely breathe from my grip around her throat, but she didn’t seem to care. If anything, it seemed to turn her on more. Perhaps it was the threat of violence that did it for her. Or simply the show of a worthy power that drove her to new heights.
She scraped her teeth along my lip, biting down to make me bleed.
I growled and returned the favor, our kiss turning feral in an instant, which had her riding my thigh even more fiercely.
She was on the verge of shattering. I could taste that precipice on my tongue as though I were licking her right between her thighs.
You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, sweet goddess?I murmured.Give me a taunting memory to take back to my shower tonight. A seductive sound to imagine while I pump my cock to thoughts of you and this beautiful fucking mouth.
Her nails scraped my scalp, making me hiss against her mouth.
Then she sucked my lower lip between her teeth and bit me again.
So fucking feral,I growled, cutting off her oxygen flow for a brief moment before feeding her my blood with my tongue.
She moaned, her movements almost manic against my thigh now, rubbing that needy little clit against me with abandon.
I tweaked her nipple once more, driving her over the edge in a climax that had her screaming against my mouth.
But I swallowed the sound, keeping it for myself, for my memories, for mydreams.
I could push my boxers down, wrap her pale hand around my hard shaft, and beg her to finish me.
However, that wasn’t the point of this introduction.
I merely wanted a taste. And my beautiful goddess had more than delivered.
