Page 12 of His Fierce Fugitive

“Yes,” I sigh, as I relax my thighs outward.

His kisses travel down to my hips, and I’m already rocking them up to meet his mouth.

“Patience, sweet one,” he says.

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TAK

Istop to inhale the intoxicating scent of Iris’s cunt.

It’s magnificent and I could drown in her slick flesh.

I want to take my time and savor every sound she makes, every tremble of her hips, and every delicious flavor of her body’s pleasure.

But my need is so strong.

I could explode at any moment.

Pulling her lower half closer to me, I press feather-light kisses along her seam, her cunt swollen with want.

“Tak…” she whines, as I begin to add my tongue, letting it dance along her folds, reveling in her taste.

I move back to her wet opening and then slither up to her crest, licking and sucking her sensitive bud.

She’s writhing now, undulating under my mouth—shaking—as she whispers words of pleasure.

I’m in utter heaven, watching her take the pleasure I’m giving.

I could tease her like this, edging her until she’s an exhausted mess, but I worry we could be interrupted at any moment.

I descend on her plump, juicy cunt, devouring her sweetness—licking at her, sucking her flesh, feasting on her.

“Oh fuck! That’s so good…” she moans, and I reach up to massage her breast.

I continue to eat her like a starved beast, and I can feel my hard length rustling in the vines. I have a brief thought of encouraging the vine to wrap around—no, bad idea.

Iris’s body is beginning to tighten up, and I know she’s about to climax.

“Oh god…Tak, I’m going to?—”

“Yes,” I growl into her cunt, and her body suddenly bows, her hips convulsing. I grip her thighs tight, drinking up her orgasm.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” she yells, and it’s like she’s possessed by the spirit of pleasure himself, her body wracked with tremors.

“Quorr, yes, my mate,” I say. Too bad if she doesn’t believe it.I do.

I lick her until her trembling subsides, getting my fill.

Finally, I lift up, watching her naked and panting, like a tree nymph.

As her head lolls to the side, the vines begin to release her and slither away. Before they can do anything else, I gather her up and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and holds onto my shoulders. I lean down to grab our clothes and carry her away from the banks.

“Are you okay?” I ask, peering into her hooded blue eyes.

“More than okay,” she replies, with a smile. “But…”

“But what?”

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