Page 10 of Guarded By the Yeti

She frowns and sits up, closing the distance between us. Her lips press to mine, and I instantly melt. I can’t pull away. I was a stronger man yesterday. Today, after I heard her play the piano like a literal goddess, and after we enjoyed a good meal and too much wine, I can’t fight this battle and win.

She climbs on top of me and straddles my lap. The T-shirt rides up, and I can see her pale, smooth thighs. She takes my hands and places them on that perfect, warm skin, and this time, she doesn’t have to initiate the kiss, because I’m the first to lean in.

Chapter Seven

Ysella

With him, I can be myself. I can let go. He doesn’t know who I am, what I’ve truly been through, and I want to delay telling him for as long as I can. There are no expectations this way, no prejudices. For the first time in my life, I can relax.

He kisses me deeply, passionately, and I slip my tongue into his mouth, encouraging him to go on, to throw caution to the wind. I grind my hips against his cock, and my pussy gushes at the hardness pressing into me. I want him badly. I want him to fill me, even though I know it might hurt.

I haven’t been with a man in years. Because of my family, I had to isolate myself, spend my days playing the piano, reading books, gossiping with my shallow friends – girls who thought choosing the right pair of shoes was a matter of life and death. It’s been hard being a Carvassi. Getting too close to someone, falling in love... Because of who my family is – was – every boy I liked was in danger. After a while, I gave up trying to have a boyfriend, a real relationship. It was better this way. For everyone involved. Of course, my brother lived by different rules.

I don’t want to get into all that now. I just want to enjoy this moment. Look at me, at the end of the world, about to get ravaged by a beast.

I never thought I’d be into monsters. But why not? Kaelthar is better than any human man I’ve ever met. He cares about me. He protects me, cooks for me, he even went out and bought me a piano. And, sure, he’s being paid to do some of that, but isn’t getting paid to do the rest, to go the extra mile. He’s the first man who’s actually treating me right, and I could see it the second I met him. In that room of horrors, I sensed he was the only one I could trust.

He lets out a groan, and I drink the sound greedily. My breathing speeds up, and I’m practically staining the front of his pants with my juices. I caress the sides of his big, round face, then sink my fingers into the rich fur on his head. He has a long, soft beard, and he kind of looks like Santa Claus. I giggle internally as the thought crosses my mind. I wouldn’t mind seeing him in a red suit. On his forehead, he has three short, pointy horns, which I gently trace with the tips of my fingers. He lets out a heated breath, and I feel his cock twitch under me.

I want to whisper in his ear that I want him. I can’t. Soon.

He bites my lower lip, and I smile, filled with pleasure. His hands roam all over my body, caressing me, kneading me. He weighs my breasts into his palms and cups them gently. His hands are so big... I love it! He traces my sides, then my back, going lower and lower, until he grips my ass and pulls me closer, increasing the friction between our bodies.

“Ysella... are you sure?”

I nod quickly. I haven’t been so sure of anything in my life. Well, on second thought... There’s one other thing I was really, really sure about not very long ago. Story for another time. His presence fills my space, my mind, my heart. I need him to possess me, to squash my lingering past with his big, furry paws, and hold me in the present. Hold me tight and never let me go.

His hands firmly on my ass, he lifts me, then places me on the floor, on my back. The carpet is soft, and the fire warms my skin. He hovers over me for a minute, taking me in, studying me from head to toe.

“You’re so precious,” he says.

I blush. When was the last time someone had something nice to say to me? A nice adjective to describe me? I reach for the buttons of his pants, wanting to show him how much I appreciate his praise. He gently secures my wrists and pushes my hands above my head.

“No. Let me see you. Tonight isn’t about me.”

Something ignites in my belly. It’s like the whole area around my pelvis is on fire. I go limp, and Kaelthar nods and starts removing my T-shirt. Well, his T-shirt, which practically looks like an oversized dress on my small frame. I’ve lost weight in the past few years. I didn’t use to be this skinny. I barely have any boobs left, but as he unravels them, Kaelthar’s pupils dilate, and I can see that he doesn’t care. In his eyes, I’m perfect.

Once the T-shirt is out of the way and my nipples harden, he peels off my panties. They’re soaked anyway. I doubt they can be saved. I’m lying before him, naked, and I don’t feel vulnerable at all. I feel powerful, because I can see the look in his eyes. He worships me.

He doesn’t even know me, and he worships me.

He lowers his head and starts tracing kisses from my collarbone to my right breast. He takes my nipple between his lips, then my whole breast. I open my mouth and throw my head back, eyes wide. It feels amazing. I’m trying really hard to not sink my hands into his fur. His mouth moves to my left breast, and he does the same thing. Then he starts moving downward, leaving my breasts slick with his saliva. It cools in the air, and my nipples become two hard pebbles, so hard that they almost hurt. As he kisses his way down between my legs, he pinches them with his fingers, and that sends shocks of electricity through my body.

“We have to take things slowly,” he says, and I notice his voice sounds different. Deeper. Rougher. “You have no idea what this is doing to me, Ysella. I must... I must...” He’s breathing hard, as if he’s not simply kissing me and exploring my body but running a marathon. “I must protect you even as I...” He inhales and lets out a groan that almost sounds like he’s in pain. “Your scent drives me ber...” He hesitates, and I don’t know what he’s trying to say. “Mad,” he finishes.

I’m pretty sure that isn’t what he wanted to say, but his tongue connects with my clitoris, and my eyes roll back in my head. He licks me slowly, from my entrance to my clit, then down to my entrance again. He dips his tongue inside me and moves it around, and I nearly yelp when he brushes against a spot that’s particularly sensitive. His tongue is long and thick, and so strong that he almost pushes me over the edge. I’m seeing weird lights already. He pulls out and gives me a second to collect myself, then descends onto my clit again, more firmly this time.

His fingers are playing with my nipples, and his mouth latches onto me, licking me, sucking me, massaging me, and I spread my legs wide to give him better access. It doesn’t take long. The orgasm hits me like a wave. I dig my hands into my own hair, and I pull at the roots. I arch my back and curl my toes, my body starts shaking, and there’s nothing I can do about it. After the first wave, a second one hits, and I come again. It’s fast, it’s strong, and my thoughts plunge into nothingness. It’s like the darkness outside has slipped into my head, and it’s pure bliss.

He licks me lazily until I come down from my high, the climbs up my body as I lay limp, unable to move, barely breathing.

“You’re delicious,” he says.

I look into his eyes, and he frowns and touches my cheeks with his soft fingertips.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you in pain?”

That’s when I realize tears are streaming down my face. I shake my head and try to wipe them with the back or my hand, but he wipes them for me. Then he caresses me for a few long minutes, running his hand over my face, my eyelids, my hair. He does this until I stop silently crying and relax. I cover his hand with mine and hold it there, pressed to my cheek.

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