Page 36 of Aria's Ascension

His voice, always quiet, was lower still and underscored with a hiss. He sounded almost menacing. Blinking, she focused on his face in the darkness and realized his features had that predatory sharpness he got when in battle. A flash of white had her gaze dropping to his mouth. Her eyes widened when she spotted two thin fangs peeking out from under his upper lip.

Instead of being scared, a thrill shot through her. She knew he felt it when his lips curled in a wolfish smile, flashing those newly-appeared fangs. The sparkles in his pupils flickered to life, and his tongue shot out, darting over her nipple, still wet from his mouth.

His gaze stayed pinned to hers as he descended, slowly crawling down her body. Aria felt ensnared, captivated by the mesmerizing twinkles in his eyes, but she forced herself to look away and quickly peeked to her right. Tirox wasn’t there, and a scan of what she could see of the cave didn’t show him nearby.

Turning back to Kix, she gasped, “Where—”

“Hunting,” he snarled.

Speech seemed to be a struggle. She didn’t know if that was from the very obvious, very intense arousal she felt from him or whether being unconscious for so long had done something to deteriorate some of his awareness, and that worried her.

If there was something wrong, she should stop him, figure out what it was and how to fix it… but she didn’t.

She needed this, needed his touch, needed to feel him against her after watching him lie so still for so long. She didn’t want to stop him, wasn’t concerned he’d hurt her, so she remained quiet except the gasps and moans she couldn’t halt, as he bit and kissed his way down her stomach.

When he got to her thighs, he extinguished his glow at the same moment that he shoved her legs apart.

His low, hissing voice whispered from the sudden darkness, “I smell him on you.”

Apparently a dip in the river hadn’t quite done it. Still, Aria wasn’t going to apologize for having sex with Tirox, so she didn’t respond, waiting to see what he did.

Growling, he flicked his tongue over her clit, making her gasp and jerk then, with no warning, he plunged his tongue inside her. His hands clenched on her inner thighs as a deep groan vibrated his throat. She felt that vibration inside her and bit her lip to hold in a whimper.

“Sweet. Wet.Mine.”

Reaching for him, she clutched him to her, arching into his mouth, but he pulled away with a snarl, gripped her hips tightly, and flipped her over onto her stomach, then tugged her back until she was on hands and knees.

Exhaling sharply, lashes fluttering, she felt wetness slick her thighs.

She loved it, loved feeling him skate the line of losing control.

She felt him slide himself up her back, the move slow, sinuous, a delicious contrast to his roughness, until his mouth was next to her ear.

“Mine,” he hissed, fluttering his fingers over her pussy, lightly, teasingly, learning her shape by touch.

Without warning, he thrust a finger inside her, hard enough to rock her body forward under the weight of his.

“Yesss,” she moaned, pushing her hips back to take him deeper.

He pumped into her once, twice, then slowly withdrew. Nipping her ear, he whispered, “Open for me, myaessa.”

Breath coming in pants, she slid her knees farther apart so he could settle himself between them and felt him place his legs outside of hers so she was locked within the cage of his body. Fisting one hand in her hair and gripping her hip with the other, he kept his chest and hips pressed flush against her back and ass.

Aria was trapped beneath him, rendered almost immobile by his clenched hands and the position of his body over hers.

The anticipation of not knowing what he was going to do next had her heart thundering in her ears and goosebumps rising on her arms, but when she felt something pushing between her legs, she froze, confusion bleeding into her breathless excitement.

What was it? His hands were on her, so what…

A low, hitching moan trickled from her parted lips as realization dawned. It was his cock, stretching her open as it emerged from its sheath, pressing inexorably deeper one thick inch at a time.

“Oh, god… ”

Aria had no time to brace before the orgasm hit her, her walls clenching and releasing around him, but it was only a tease. She needed him deeper.

“Kix… more,” she rasped.

He growled a second before she felt him flex his hips.

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