Page 25 of A Kiss of Deception

My blood boils. Who dares touch what's mine? And in the same fucking room where she just came for me?! I spring from the bed, ready to tear apart whoever has laid hands on her.

"Mmm... Milkor..."

I freeze. Her breathy whisper is coming from the corner. She's... dreaming of me?

I make my way to the direction of the sound. Soft gasps. The unmistakable scent of arousal.

"Oh gods, yes..."

My cock stiffens instantly. The little minx is pleasuring herself. To thoughts of me.

I grin, a mix of pride and lust surging through me. She's mine. All mine.

"Please... harder..."

Fuck. The urge to join her in that corner and fulfill her fantasy nearly overwhelms me. But no. Let her want. Let her need. It'll make the taking all the sweeter.

I return to the bed, her moans a delicious torture. Sleep eludes me now. My hand drifts south, mimicking her actions. With each gasp and whimper my strokes quicken.

"Milkor!"

Her cry of release sends me over the edge. I bite my lip to stifle my own groan as I spill into my hand.

Silence falls. Then, soft footsteps pad towards the bed.

I smirk. Seems my little human isn't satisfied with just her imagination.

The bed dips as Meetha slides in next to me. Her skin radiates heat, still flushed from her self-induced pleasure. I feign sleep, curious to see what she'll do next.

Her fingers trace my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Milkor," she whispers, "I know you're awake."

I open one eye, meeting her gaze. "Couldn't get enough, little one?"

She bites her lip, a mix of shyness and desire in her eyes. "I... I've never felt like this before."

"Like what?" I prop myself up on an elbow, drinking in the sight of her. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from biting back moans. Delicious.

"So... hungry." Her hand travels lower, ghosting over my abs. "I can't stop thinking about you. About your hands on me. Your mouth."

I growl, pulling her flush against me. "Be careful what you wish for, human. I might just devour you whole."

She gasps, but there's no fear in her scent. Only arousal, thick and heady. "Promise?"

Fuck. This girl will be the death of me. Or the saving of me. I'm not sure which is more terrifying.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moan. She responds with a fervor that matches my own, hands roaming, hips grinding against mine.

When we break for air, I can't help but chuckle. "Where'd you learn to kiss like that, little one?"

She grins, a wicked glint in her eye. "I may have... practiced. On some of the boys in town."

Jealousy flares, hot and possessive. I bare my teeth. "Did you now?"

"Mhmm." Her fingers dance along my jaw. "But none of them made me feel like this. Like I'm on fire."

I growl, flipping us so she's pinned beneath me. "Is that so?"

She nods, eyes wide and dark with desire. "Please, Milkor. I need you."

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