Page 52 of Aria's Desire

Swallowing hard, she made herself say the words, made herself speak past the choking knot made up of months of uncertainty, confusion, doubt, fear, and longing.

“Every fucking word.”

With a sound halfway between a snarl and a groan, he pulled back and slammed his mouth against hers in a kiss that instantly set her on fire.

Tangling her fingers in his hair, she made an inarticulate sound of need and matched every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his sharp teeth, every drugging pull of his lips on hers.

Fuck, but he tasted good, like berries and cloves. The fear that she wouldn’t ever get enough of him flickered through the back of her mind, but it was distant, easily drowned out.

He slowed gradually, easing his kiss until it was gentler, softer, before pulling away. He held her gaze, his eyes dark and burning, as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

Aria watched, rapt, as he tucked the front panel of her loincloth into the waistband then pulled the strip covering her pussy to the side. She heard his groan and choked mutter, but the words were too low for her to make out.

The breath shuddered out of her on a moan when he slid his hands up the backs of her thighs and nuzzled her, rubbing his nose and mouth against her, looking for all the world like a feline blissed out on catnip.

“Gaia’s horns. Your scent. Fuck me,” he hissed against her.

When he rolled his eyes up to look at her, she saw his pupils were blown wide, the orange almost swallowed by black. That look had another rush of wetness slicking her thighs. Biting her lip, she gripped his horns, bumping her hips forward to increase the pressure of his mouth on her, uncaring that she was making needly little sounds in the back of her throat.

Her heart was pounding so hard it deafened her to everything else. She was blind to everything except him, entranced by the picture he made, lost in his eyes and the hunger burning in them.

She waited to feel his tongue on her, panting with anticipation, moving to clench her fingers in the thick, silky length of his dreadlocks. She could feel his harsh breaths against her, could feel the vibration of his groan in her clit, but rather than give her what she needed, he decided to fucking torture her, rubbing his mouth over her outer lips but never once delving deeper.

And, yet, even through the frustration, the pleasure built.

His hands kept tightening on her thighs, over and over again, like he was fighting the urge to pull her harder against him. And still, he didn’t give her what she craved. He had to be able to feel how wet she was, had to know she didn’t need teasing.

It took longer than it should’ve to realize he was faking it.

Gratefulness for his consideration wasn’t the first feeling she experienced at that realization. Or the second.

Understanding what he was doing, she tried to stop the movement of her hips, tried to fight back the mounting pleasure, but it was too late. She was already there.

“Oh, god. Rellik, I’m… ”

His eyes widened when he realized she was going to orgasm, not with dismay but excitement. His hands spasmed on the backs of her thighs, and he jerked her hard against his mouth.

It hit her with the force of a tank, bowing her back and locking the breath in her lungs. She would’ve fallen if Rellik hadn’t tightened his hold and kept her upright.

At the same moment, he growled viciously, the snap of his control almost audible. He thrust his tongue inside her, shocking her with the length of it. For one delirious moment, she thought he’d somehow maneuvered to impale her with his cock. Clenching her teeth to hold in a scream, she rode his face, her orgasm intensifying as he fucked her with his tongue, feasting on her release.

The pleasure seemed to go on endlessly, wave after wave pummeling her until spots danced in her eyes. By the time it abated, Aria was shaking, lightheaded, and dazed.

A hard shiver tracked down her spine and a trembling moan slid past her lips as he slowly, reluctantly withdrew his long tongue from inside her.

He fixed her loincloth with hands that shook then straightened and pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly. Smoothing her hair back off her face, he bent to press his lips to her ear.

“Fuck, Aria, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“Don’t,” she cut him off.

Feeling him flinch, she twisted her head to find his lips and kissed him. He froze, his mouth utterly still under hers. Ignoring that, she pulled back just far enough that he had to look at her.

“Did you like it?” At his nod, she whispered huskily, “Did I?”

“Yesss,” he hissed, his face going taut with need.

“Then don’t apologize. This was ours.”

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