Page 60 of Akur

Whether that was the heat talking, he didn’t know.

“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your eyes when you come apart.” For me.

But he couldn’t say that.

This was a transaction. This human didn’t want him. Not really. She wanted to be rescued. She wanted freedom. He would give her his cock, and he would give her that freedom, too.

She obeyed, holding his gaze as her breaths staggered. Reaching between them, she began rubbing something within her soft folds. With a growl, he snatched her hand away, replacing it with his own.

He almost missed it. A small little nub. Only obvious because the moment he pressed against it, she shattered. The sight of her pleasure, the scent of her arousal—it all combined to make his vision blur.

Before she could recover from her first climax, he released her, letting her go to move down her body, before he spread her thighs wide. The first taste of her on his tongue made him almost shatter. His shaft spasmed, a generous amount of spend seeping from his tip. She was sweet and salty and something uniquely her that called to the very lifeblood in him.

“Akur!” she cried out, but he couldn’t reply. His mouth was over her slit and not even a host of Tasqals could make him remove it now. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders as he brought her to the edge again.

“Fuck!”

Indeed.

Only then did he rise above her, chest heaving as he looked down at her. Her chest was heaving, too, her gaze sliding down him to land on his trouse. The obvious tent only confirmed his cock had extruded without his input. The wetness that seeped through the special fibers even more confirmation that he was at a point of no return. He was already leaking enough spend to fill her womb twice over.

“Come to me,” she whispered, leaning back. She was exposing herself to him and he couldn’t say no.

Shifting the clasp of his trouse, he let them fall, the same moment he heard her gasp.

“I guess I don’t call you ‘big guy’ for nothing.”

She was focused on his cock, the smooth white expanse of him, her gaze falling to his base where his sac hung tight and full.

“Change your mind?” He could hardly grunt the words. And maybe she’d lost her voice, too, because she shook her head. He supposed the gesture meant the negative, because she opened her legs wider for him, one hand sneaking down to distribute her juices to the hidden bud within her folds.

One move and he was positioning himself at her entrance. He couldn’t hold back much longer. Even his muscles were shaking with the effort of holding back so long and his nefre burned like living fire.

“Last chance,” he ground out. “Once I start…I won’t be able to stop.”

Instead of answering, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. The tip of him pressed against her slick heat, and rational thought slipped away.

He couldn’t— He tried, but his control snapped. In a single thrust, he seated himself halfway within her.

The world ceased to exist. He was suddenly spinning in the void, overwhelming pleasure encasing him as her heat gripped him tight. Every instinct screamed at him to take, to claim, to possess. Digging his digits into the table, he forced himself to still.

“Kon-stahns?” It didn’t even sound like her name. More like a tortured cry. “Kon-stahns, say something.”

He trembled above her, every muscle locked as he waited for her response. The effort to remain still was agony—but the thought of hurting her was worse. Her body gripped him like a velvet fist, impossibly tight and burning hot. His breath came in harsh pants that turned into condensation around them.

Constance’s eyes fluttered open, glazed but aware. She shifted beneath him, testing, and the movement nearly shattered his control. “I’m okay,” she breathed. “Just…give me a moment.”

She was taking him without fear. Her trust humbled him even as it stoked the possessive fire in his blood. Reaching up, her hands traced patterns on his chest before she shifted higher, those hands caressing his shoulder before she pulled him in. Her lips found his. Softer and more delicate than any other time their mouths touched. Her tongue flicked out, traced his lips before slipping in to meet his.

With a whimper, she pulled him closer, her body shifting on where he pierced her with his cock enough to make him shudder. When her fingers found his nefre again, he growled, hips jerking forward before he could stop himself.

She gasped, but not in pain. “Do that again.”

“Dangerous thing to ask,” he rumbled, but he couldn’t deny her. Not when she looked at him like that, all heat and challenge.

She fondled his nefre as he moved, each careful thrust earning a gasp. The little temptation must have figured out just how sensitive he was there. No one had ever touched him at that place, not like this. The sensation was overwhelming. A signal of trust. Trust that grew with every gentle advance, every restrained withdrawal. He watched her face, memorizing everything, knowing this will never happen again. Every expression, every change in her breathing. Everything catalogued.

“Akur,” she whispered. Never thought a single utterance of his name would make him almost release. But here he was. “I want all of you.”

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