Page 53 of Song of the Abyss

The madness pressed against his mind and he realized that even that part of himself didn’t want to hurt her. Not unless she liked it.

He dug his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp again until he heard the slightest moan again. She was holding back. Trying to keep those sounds from him when he wanted to hear them. He deserved to hear them. He was owed the sound of her pleasure and her pain and every bit of sound in between them.

Her head tilted back as he worked on her head and with a flick of his tail, he moved himself even closer to her. The long, graceful cord of her neck called to him. He... wanted.

The logical part of his mind didn’t know what he was planning to do, but did it matter? She was laid out in front of him like a banquet. Her body covered by that stupid blanket that had no right to cover her from his sight.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to that graceful arch of her neck. He let his mouth linger, and then couldn’t stop himself from flicking his tongue against her skin.

Her moan vibrated in his ear as her taste burst on his tongue. She tasted so fucking good.

Warm and sweet, her pulse throbbing against his tongue where her heart raced as though she knew how much danger she was in. No, not danger. He shoved the haze away from his mind to realize she had arched in front of him. Her back bowing, she presented herself to him like she had no restraint either.

A low growl rumbling through his chest. He laved her pulse with his tongue. Slow and methodical, he drew the entire bumpy texture down her neck to her collarbone. Drawing back, he knew his sharp exhale would send cold goosebumps dancing down her flesh. And he couldn’t stop himself now.

He’d had a taste, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

Another growl rumbled through him as he curved his clawed hand around her waist. The blanket still separated them, and he didn’t dare move it. The barrier was good. The barrier reminded him that he couldn’t go too far with this, no matter how much they both wished for it.

The texture of her waist was so delicate, pushed in as it was. The sensation of her sharp hip bone pressed against his palm, undulating with her movements.

Holding onto her a little tighter, he pressed her head back against his bad shoulder. So she was braced against him as his instincts went wild.

He watched her expression, her mouth falling open as she stared at his webbed hand, moving across to her belly. The softness there only reminded him of how delicate she was, and how easily he could hurt her.

But that wasn’t what he wanted. Not when little, soft panting sounds erupted from her lips. Those were good sounds. He enjoyed listening to those breathy sounds, but he wanted her moan.

He let out a little grunt himself as his cocks extruded. He couldn’t stop them or hold them behind his scales any longer when she was like... this.

The blanket fell to the side as his hand moved up her torso. He could feel her even more now. The delicate cage of her ribs, expanding and contracting with each ragged breath that she pulled in to ground herself. The way her skin gave underneath his calloused hand. The lush press of her breast against his palm as he finally cupped her, feeling the indents of his fingers as he clutched her maybe a little too tightly.

There it was. The moan that made his hips rock forward and press his cocks against the cold metal. He wanted to feel the grip of her around him. She just arched into his touch, one of her arms lifting to loop around his neck and drag him closer to her.

He brushed his teeth down the column of her throat. His thumb found the peak of her breast, gently teasing it as she writhed in his arms.

They both needed this release that he could give them. Hips rocking, he breathed hard against her throat and knew she could feel the warm breath traveling down her neck. Another moan, this one ending on a plea.

Pressing his thumb a little harder against her nipple, he drew that moan out again. Her fingers clutched at his hair, and madness had him moving his hand.

He spread those fingers wide, sliding underneath the clothing that held her away from him. The soft texture of her skin nearly distracted him until his fingers brushed something warm and wet. Slick skin that had her hissing out a long breath.

He had claws. He didn’t know what she liked, but he could feel the softness of her and knew she was delicate.

Arched as she was, it was easy for him to settle her on his palm. The webs between his fingers created ridges when his fingers were held closed, as they were now. And another hiss of pleasure made him certain that she liked his touch. She liked it when he slowly slid his fingers against that burning heat at her core.

“Kalon,” he growled, the words low and so deep he knew she could hear them. “Move your hips, little one. I want to watch you ride my hand.”

That was a new sound. A whimper that made his cocks kick against the icy floor and fuck. If he wasn’t careful he could come like this. Feeling that silken skin glide over his fingers as she moved her body like a wave. Undulating and so graceful as she ground herself down on his fingers.

Beautiful.

The tiny moans, the whimpering sounds that stuck in her throat. He watched her in the reflection of the glass. Her head thrown back against his damaged shoulder, one arm cupping the back of his neck. She bit her lip as she desperately ground herself against his fingers and fuck. It was perfect.

He’d never seen a more lovely creature, nor had he ever seen a more lovely sight as when he leaned down and licked up the column of her throat.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he growled into her ear, feeling her shudder at the tone of his voice. “Just feel.”

He wanted inside her. So badly it ached. But right now, all he wanted was to see her ride his hand and as he growled in her ear, he knew she was close.

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