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Just as well. I have no idea what I’d have said.

But I refused to let him have it all his way. Squeezing gently, I stroked his diamond-hard, erect cock. It wasn’t like anything I’d experienced, but I knew I was doing something right by the way he tensed and moaned. Impatient now, he cut off my pants with urgent motions, and I shivered again. Warm waves of joy and anticipation spread from my core as he stripped me naked.

It might have been my imagination, but his cock seemed to grow in my hand. Ithadto be my imagination—otherwise, I didn’t think I’d survive this experience.

But what a way to go.And what a contribution to science. Just imagine the papers I can write on this.

Oh sure. Papers with titles like “The Lethal Physical Consequences of Fucking an Ancient, by Talia MacKenzie (deceased)” would be popular, but I wouldn’t be there to see my fame. I almost laughed at the absurdity.

Kal’va distracted me from my thoughts. He gripped me with a surprising delicacy, deft fingers sliding along my now-naked body, exploring and teasing. Every movement left a trail of tingling, eager, urgent need behind, spreading and joining until I was awash with delight. Kal’va’s diamond claws skimmed my skin so gently, so carefully, that it never occurred to me to be afraid.

He leaned in, ever closer, baring his teeth, and as he swept his hands lower, across my stomach and over my hips, he brought his lips to my breasts. Kisses ignited my soul like a firestorm. His tongue danced over me, long and dexterous and powerful, as though he was writing words I didn’t know. Teeth sharp enough to shred flesh nipped and bit with careful, joyful control. Never enough to hurt or damage, always enough to make me shudder with ecstasy.

My control slipped as he played my body like an instrument, and when his electric touch parted my legs, I welcomed hisfingers eagerly. The growl he gave me, low and pleased, was ample reward, but I was eager for more.

And he refused to give me what I wanted. Not easily, not quickly. No, I would have to play by his rules. His long, graceful fingers slid along my pussy lips, pressing just hard enough to make me long for more. But when I tried to press myself to him, his hand retreated, keeping up the agonizing, frustrating teasing while his mouth drove me wild.

I had never been as turned on as I was in that moment. Not half as much. And I’m sure the bastard knew it, enjoyed every frustrated moan he wrung from my throat, every whimper, every wriggle, every gasp.

Two can play this game,I thought, taking my right hand from his magnificent cock, and stroking lightly over his chest. I slowed the rhythm of my left hand, too, my grip lighter and gentler, teasing him as he teased me. He growled again, pulling back to look into my eyes with the widest, wildest grin I could imagine.

Before I could react, he grabbed my hips and lifted me off the floor with ease. There was no time to react—one second I stood in front of him. The next, I was in the air, his hands holding tight, and his face pressed between my legs.

Oh.

OH MY GOD.

His tongue parted my lips, tasted my eager wetness, pushed into me. I threw my head back, crying out at the sheer force of the pleasure he wrung from me. His tonguepulsedinside me, and where it touched, I burned with ecstasy. My hands grabbed his head, fingers sliding into his full, dark hair and pulling him to me.

As though he could get any closer.

That wonderful tormenting tongue of his pulled back, flicking along my pussy and finding my clit. Hard studs draggedacross it,one-two-three,each one a lightning bolt of pleasure. Still panting and overwhelmed, I couldn’t hold back the roiling wave of joy that sent my consciousness flying into the white void of the most powerful orgasm imaginable.

Then another.

And another.

By the time my mind cleared, he’d lowered me to the stone bier that had been his coffin. Face slick with my juices, he grinned at me, arrogant pride beaming from his expression. Was it arrogance when he’d earned it?

His magnificent, terrifying cock pressed against me, and my body needed it. I should have been sated, but ‘should’ didn’t matter. I craved him, needed him, and still, he waited.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled, trying to urge him on. I might as well have urged a statue—Kal’va’s only response was to smile wider.

“Fuck you, you arrogant prick,” I snarled at him, safe in the knowledge he didn’t understand a word. “Fuck you, andfuck me.”

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps he understood more than I credited. No sooner was I done with that frustrated cry than he thrust.

My body bucked under him, thrashing as he drove his length into me hard and fast, almost brutally. After the careful precision of his mouth and fingers, this savagery was a surprise. A wonderful, terrifying, amazing surprise.

Driving his cock deep, he stretched me almost too much, almost pushing the pleasure over into pain. But we fitted together as though he’d been made for me, and I for him. The crystals studding his shaft pressed into my eager pussy andoh my God.

The orgasm hit me like a jackhammer, slamming into me, turning me into a thrashing, shouting, shuddering mess. IfKal’va hadn’t held me down, I’d have thrown myself off the stone slab and not noticed.

His thrusts got harder, faster, and my body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. I panted, fingers clawing at his back, legs wrapped around his hips, urging him on, giving up control to him and loving it.

I don’t know how many times I came under him before I felt a shift in him. His rhythm sped up, the crystals of his body glowed, and inside me, he swelled andvibrated.I gasped at that, my eyes going wide then rolling back, the fantastic sensation driving me into one last orgasm, even stronger than the rest.

My soul filled with white light, and I lost track of the boundary between him and me. It was as though we were one being, tumbling toward eternity, his orgasm amplifying mine, mine strengthening his, a circle of ecstasy from which I had no desire to escape.

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