Page 59 of Akur

Akur

Her skin waslike soft fabric under his palm. Every touch drew new sounds from her—little gasps and moans that made his pouch swell with the pressure beneath it. Dragging his mouth from that soft mound on her chest to her throat, he breathed in her scent. The pulse there fluttered against his tongue, fast and strong.

“More,” she swallowed, the movement of the word passing through her throat making him nip her lightly, a groan rumbling past his lips. Her digits dug into his shoulders as she said it again. “More.”

Little demanding temptation. He rumbled approval at her tone, even as he kept his movements carefully controlled. She might not think he could break her, but even touching her like this, she felt delicate. Precious. His digits traced feather-light patterns down her sides, learning what made her shiver, what made her arch into his touch. The sounds she made were intoxicating—each gasp and whimper feeding the fire in his blood.

When his hand slipped between her thighs, they both groaned. There was wetness there, the scent of her arousal so strong it made his head spin, made the heat in his blood surge to almost unbearable levels. He wanted to take her now, to claim her fully, but some last shred of control made him wait.

“Come on, big guy,” she gasped as he slipped a single digit in. Her sheath gripped him like a vise. “Don’t stop now.”

He’d long passed that barrier of resistance.

Pulling out his digit, he lifted it to the light. It glistened with evidence of her and without an ounce of hesitation, he brought it to his lips.

He shouldn’t have.

The taste of her was electric, sending a jolt of energy down his spine and straight to his cock. He extruded with a wet sounding slop, his cock bending unnaturally in his trouse, and even that pain didn’t pull him back from the precipice. With a groan, he thrust his digit inside her again, his complete focus on the way she whimpered and shuddered at the intrusion. Every gasp, every arch of her spine, was like a revelation. Her flesh yielded to his touch as if she was made to surrender to him.

“More,” she demanded, reaching for him. Her fingers dug into him as she pulled him closer.

“Patience, female of fire.” He kept his touch maddeningly gentle, learning her depths, finding spots that made her gasp and curse. His other claw slid up her body to cup one soft mound, circling the peaked nipple. “I won’t rush this.”

His eyes rolled back as he continued to pierce her with that digit, even as he took that hardened pink peak into his mouth once more. She was like the land of the gods. Often dreamed about. Only, he never thought he’d ever get to experience it.

“More,” she panted and oh, what a sweet sound.

Releasing her nipple, he growled against her throat, allowing himself another gentle nip. The urge to claim, to take, burned in his blood—but he wouldn’t risk hurting her. Not her.

Kon-stahns huffed out a frustrated breath. “I won’t break.”

“No,” he agreed, because he could feel the stretch. Another digit in andshe stretched to take it, even while she still gripped him so tight. “But I want…” What? To study her? To learn every inch of her? What did that matter? It wasn’t like she was going to let him do this again.

And that thought shouldn’t make him so disappointed. Thrusting his middle digit deep, she stiffened at the intrusion. It was the thickest one. The one that would tell him whether she could really take him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she gasped.

A rumbling laugh escaped him. “Good.” Because she was driving him crazy, too. But he would make sure she was ready.

“Akur,” she breathed his name like a prayer. Her skin was flushed beneath his palm, life organ racing like a trapped creature’s wings.

“Not yet.” He growled, not recognizing his own voice. “Need you ready. Need you desperate.”

“Stop thinking.” She reached up, grabbed his nape and the nefre there, and pulled him into her. So close, Constance breathed against his mouth. Her other hand traced the ridges of muscle across his chest. “Fuck me, Akur. I want it.”

Well, there went his careful restraint.

With a sound that was pure beast, he captured her mouth again. His free claw tangled in her long filaments, holding her still as he devoured her mouth while his other hand upped the tempo.

Fuhk her? The human wanted him to? Then he would. He fuhked her with his hand, using his digits to stretch and fill her over and over again. But it only made his need worse. Only made his cock strain even harder. He couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Oh…oh god…” She was trembling now, on the edge of release, and he pulled back just enough to watch her face. Her eyes were dark with desire, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from his ministrations. Beautiful. Perfect.

His.

No. Not his.

But he wanted her to be.

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