Page 17 of Invidia

It was a vulnerable admission—one I’d never made out loud, even though this was the way we always operated—but I pushed myself to make it. I wanted to be vulnerable with him. I wanted to show him that I was emotionally invested in him, and hopefully, he’d feel safe being emotionally invested in me in return.

“You don’t mind that I seek you out?” Evrin asked.

“No, never.”

I could have sworn he exhaled a little.

Evrin walked us farther into the darkness while I toyed with the hair at the back of his head, careful not to stray anywhere near the stumps of his horns.

He didn’t give me a second to adjust once he found the spot he was looking for. The moment we arrived, he was lowering me onto my back, pushing both my dress and my knees up around my shoulders.

Lordy.

The next time I sought Evrin out, I was going to stretch my hamstrings first.

“Need to taste you,” Evrin muttered roughly, his claws scraping over my hips as he shoved my panties to my knees, leaving my legs slightly bound. Historically—pre-Evrin—I’d considered myself pretty vanilla. Missionary with the lights off. Maybe on my hands and knees if the room was dark enough.

Now, I was wondering what it would be like to be bound up a little tighter. To have my legs pinned open, or my wrists tied above my head, or what the panties constricting my legs would feel like shoved in my mouth.

Perhaps it was because Evrin made me feel so safe. With him, I wouldn’t mind trying things that I’d have found too risky and uncontrolled with someone else.

“Hold your knees,” he ordered in a rough voice that sent my slick running. “Keep them out of the way so I can work.”

Yes, sir, I said in my head, blinking up into the darkness.

My eyes rolled back in my head the second that long, slightly rough tongue made contact with my clit, the sounds of my slick adding to the general air of depravity. Evrin groaned, claws digging into the backs of my thighs.

“Your taste… you are exquisite,” Evrin rasped brokenly before resuming his feast. I found myself reaching for his head automatically before remembering and pulling back at the last second, resuming my hold on the back of my knees.

Evrin ate pussy like it was his job. It almost set off my irrational-jealousy alarm, because how did he get this good? No one had ever eaten me like I was dessert before.

Maybe this was why I’d gotten so absurdly attached to him so quickly. The sex was life-changing.

The first orgasm was like sinking into a hot bath after a long day, but the second was almost vicious—tearing me apart and putting me back together all at once.

“Please,” I sobbed, not caring how desperate I looked because it was precisely as desperate as I felt. “I need you inside me.”

“One more on my tongue,” Evrin demanded before sucking slightly on my clit, the wicked points of his teeth pressing against my most sensitive flesh without breaking it.

I was entirely lost to pleasure. I let out a somewhat undignified shriek before clapping a hand over my mouth, my legs kicking out as much as they could with my panties still around my knees and Evrin’s hands pinning them in place. Maybe it was because I was so overstimulated already, but for a brief moment, I was worried I’d come so hard I was going to cry.

“That’s it, that’s it. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

I clung to Evrin as he pulled me up and onto his lap, his cock thick and heavy between my thighs, though he made no move to do anything about it.

I did, though.

It wasn’t just that I was horny. I fucking needed him. I needed to be connected to him. I needed to feel him inside me. It was the most visceral, intense craving I’d ever had in my life.

Mine. Evrin was mine. I felt that in my very bones.

I reached between us, barely able to lift myself on my jelly-like legs, and wrapped my hand around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The sounds he made were so gratifying. Evrin wasn’t shy about letting me know if something felt good.

Gravity did the work for me as I sank down on his cock, my eyes rolling all the way back into the recesses of my brain at the sudden stretch. I wrapped one arm around his neck to keep myself steady, but couldn’t quite drag the other one away from my clit, despite how overstimulated my nerves had been just a few seconds ago.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Tallulah,” Evrin growled, his eyes casting a faint dark blue glow over my steadily moving hand. “I could watch you play with your cunt all day.”

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