Page 20 of Taken By the Devilish King

"So...this is your branding?" I nod. "But the one on Zotrus was glowing."

"So will this, in due time." I place my hand over hers and give it a squeeze. "Thank you for allowing me the honor of branding myself."

Ayla narrows her eyes and licks her bottom lip. I want nothing more than to do the same but I hold back. I don't want to offend her or confuse her again.

"But why blood? And does it have to be...you know, period blood or any kind?"

I guide her hand up my chest to my collarbone, my neck, all the way to my lips and give her palm a tender kiss.

"A woman's bleeding days are the most sacred in our world. One finds great honor in branding themselves with it. A symbol of their eternal bond with their mate. So..." I kiss it again, and again, and again as if it's the holiest thing I've ever come into contact with. "Thank you for allowing me to brand myself, Ms. Kyle."

Her eyes narrow and I don't miss the way she swallows as she watches me.

"You're such a peculiar creature. So brutish in some ways, yet so...endearing in other ways."

I move my affection up to her wrist that smells so wonderfully of the natural bathing lotions of our planet and continue my way up her arm, the tips of my tongue adding a wet trail behind me.

"I'm...glad...you...think...so," I say in between kisses.

"So...ngh! What...what happens if I turn you down on our wedding day?" I loathe the words coming out of her mouth, but the way she gasps after each contact gives me great pleasure.

I take pause and look her in the eyes so she knows how serious I am and tell her, "Then I will be forever branded by you and can claim no other as long as I live."

"What? Lofy, why would you do that then? Why would you risk?—"

"Because my love for you is greater than any other need or want I have in my life. And if a life of solitude is all I can have after you, then that is what I'll endure, taking comfort in the memory and scar of you over my heart."

I place her hand back over my left side, where my heart is pounding just for her, and resume my kissing of her neck, my effect on her, making me hungrier.

"Fuck, Lofy," she moans against me and her scent, her taste, her thoughts, overwhelm my senses.

She lies on her back and while she keeps one hand over my heart, her other explores my body, my arms, my abs, my hips.

When she cups my ass I let out a hiss so vicious it has the strength to make me come undone but of course I'm stronger than that.

Soon, it's impossible for her to keep the contact with my buttocks as I reach her gorgeous breasts and catch her rock-hard nipples in my teeth. The act elicits a throaty moan and I feel it in my cock, making me pulse with desire.

Her nipples are red raw when I leave them behind and continue my journey to her core, but I replace my mouth with my tail, wrapping around her tits, flicking her nubs with my tip, seeing the rippling effect all over her skin.

But soon the only thing I have a mind and soul for is her pussy. It's dripping and swollen, so inviting and juicy. I dip into her folds and reacquaint myself with her.

Her scent, fragrant and coppery, makes me dizzy and all the more eager. I didn't know she'd be in her bleeding days so soon after her abduction, but now that I know, I want to brand myself over and over, brand my whole body with her essence. To be a glowing beacon of devotion to her and only her.

Not even in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd get to have this, have her, which is probably why I lose control around her. Why I'll be in trouble if she rejects me and I can't claim another wife.

But I'd rather lose my kingdom, lose myself than let the opportunity pass me by. Besides, if she turns me down, King Atraxius will have my head on a platter.

It matters not. Not right now and not ever. Two minutes, two seconds in her heaven makes me the happiest Vyperian to have ever lived.

She arches her back, pushes her folds harder against my lips and I leave all worries behind me, all concerns or misfortunes. How can I think of those when I have her at my mercy. Or when she has me at hers, as the case is.

I roll my tongue in and out of her entrance while I massage her pearl with my upper lip. She tastes so sweet, so beautiful. I'm addicted and I don't even care.

Her hands find their way to the back of my head and she brushes her fingers through my hair, pressing me down on her. She opens and closes her legs, tightening her hold, squirming under me as if she's helpless when I'm the one who can’t be helped.

"Oh my God, Lofy. Fuck me. Please fuck me." I barely hear her begging but she keeps repeating until I can't ignore it anymore.

"I can't, Ms. Kyle."

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