Page 74 of Rebirth

“Your tongue…” She stares at my mouth with that same shocked look but I don’t know what has startled her so much.

My tongue is many times the size of hers. Perhaps I startled her with it.

“We can cease.” The words ache as I push them past my throat. For I do not want to stop. Despite that I can never be the same after this, I don’t ever want her to leave my embrace.

She meets my gaze again, her body heaving with labored breaths, and a growing look in her eyes that I cannot read.

“No,” she answers, and her head tilts to mine again.

My pupils narrow so much, my vision wanes as a wave of need goes through me.

Soh’fee’s tongue brushes against mine and this time, when I tentatively join in the dance with her, she doesn’t pull away.

Instead, a groan erupts from her chest as I swirl the tip of my tongue around hers.

Her eyes fall closed but I cannot take mine off her.

Even with her eyes closed, the feelings erupting across her expressive face are scenes I wish I could have forever frozen in time. Does she know that with each passing moment, I am becoming addicted to her? Obsessed. That having her here with me now, like this, is a danger to her in ways she can never imagine.

For Fer’ro was right. My obsessions rule my consciousness. They are things I can never let go. And it is for this reason that I should pull away from Soh’fee. Because I was not making jest when I declared I wanted to consume her. Having her like this, I can imagine nothing else. I want her wrapped around me. I want to feel my sazi pierce deep inside her.

I want her everything.

The moment my claw slides over her midsection and she shudders against me, I know I cannot stop. Soh’fee whimpers into my mouth once more as I slip a claw underneath her lower garment.

Skin too smooth and soft greets my touch and another thrum rumbles through my frame. She is so incredibly soft, so delicate, that my finger pauses inside the waist of her garment, the warring factions of my brain struggling with what’s right from wrong.

But at the moment I think to pull away, Soh’fee’s fingers close over mine. I expect her to stop me now, but I should know to stop expecting things from her. Because Soh’fee is everything unexpected.

She guides me to the center of her lower garment, her hand slipping underneath the waist and into the space at the center of her thighs.

I hesitate for only a moment before I dip my claw in, a shudder going through me as I feel the warmth there, my claw sinking into a mat of curls, and I stop breathing. When I hit something too soft to describe, Soh’fee jerks against me.

She pulls a deep breath into her nose as she swallows hard. “That’s uh…”

“Your suu’ci.”

“My pussy?”

Rek, she can give it any name she likes. I don’t care. For it is magic. Unbelievably soft. And that sweet scent rises even higher now with the gap in the garment from the intrusion of our hands.

Soh’fee shudders as she directs me lower and wonder fills me.

There is no protective covering. No pouch. No flap.

Here, at Soh’fee’s center, is pure softness and warmth.

There are folds that open like a bloom. So soft against my fingers, I momentarily worry that I might hurt her there.

But the look in her eyes is far from pain.

Soh’fee’s lids are low as she watches me, her bottom lip sliding between her teeth as she directs me lower. “And this…”

My fingers stop at the bottom end of her folds. I do not dare to open my mouth and speak. I will surely growl, scare her away, and this moment is one I want to last forever.

She holds my fingers at that spot and I take the liberty to brush them over her soft flesh.

A breath shudders through her as she hangs on to me, letting me feel her.

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