Page 43 of Guardian's Soul

"So beautiful." His voice was getting hoarser with every word he said.

My nipples rose to attention, needing ministrations from him.

He leaned forward and put his lips around one, causing a tremble to go through me that nearly robbed me of my balance. His tongue darted out, flicked the nipple, and I hissed with pleasure.

His free hand cupped my other breast, slightly squeezed it, and this time, my knees buckled.

"Thrax," I whimpered his name.

My hands moved to his biceps, down his arms. Frustrated, I clawed on the material, needing to feel his skin. He chuckled and pulled his shirt off for me. I traced the markings on his arm,the same as mine, and noticed how his skin quivered underneath. Those markings were becoming erogenous zones for us. I leaned forward and licked one with my tongue. A long, low groan from him rewarded my efforts.

His hands weren't idle. One cupped my ass cheek, the other played with my breast and nipple while his mouth trailed up my throat, behind my ear.

"So delicious." He sighed against my skin.

I worked on his pants, and he shimmied out of them after I loosened the fasteners. His hard erection jumped out, and I made a grab for it, stroking the velvety skin while he moaned in pleasure.

"My turn," he warned before grabbing and hoisting me up on the bed. He climbed between my legs and took possession of my hips before parting my folds.

"Ah!" He groaned as his nose touched my wet core.

Oh fuck!His breath down there, against my most sensitive flesh, sent shivers of pleasure down to my toes. I arched my back, eagerly presenting myself to him. My breath hitched as I anticipated the sensation of his tongue on me.

Thrax didn't disappoint. He started by running his rough tongue through my folds, tasting me in a way that no human had ever done before. Like he was enjoying himself. The thought sent another wave of pleasure through me. My hips bucked involuntarily as he continued his exploration, his tongue darting and flicking.

I gripped the sheets tightly, my nails digging into the fabric as he continued his relentless assault on my senses. The pleasure built up inside me like a cyclone, growing stronger with each passing moment. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, Thrax's skilled tongue found the most sensitive spot within my folds. The shockwave of pleasure that shot through me was indescribable. My whole body tensed, every muscle contracting as I cried out in ecstasy.

He took my clit between his lips, drawing out my orgasm with a patience that bordered on cruelty. Each wave of pleasure seemed to build upon the last until I felt like I was going to explode from the intensity of it all.

As the storm inside me reached its peak, Thrax sensed it and grasped what I needed. He switched tactics, plunging his tongue deep inside me. It was a sensation so intense I cried out in surprise and pleasure. The walls of my core clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper, to savor every inch of him.

"Thrax!" I gasped, my voice barely recognizable as the orgasm surged through me. The cyclone inside me unleashed its fury, and I was at its mercy. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, filling me with such ecstasy that it left me breathless.

Thrax, still between my legs, groaned against my skin as he felt me spasm around him. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as he mercilessly continued his assault on my clit. His tongue lashed against me, licking and sucking at me in a way that made my body tremble until I thought I couldn't take it any longer.

"Thrax," I panted.

"I'm not done with you yet, not even close," he growled.

His words unleashed a new fury of desire spreading through me. Slowly, he climbed up on my body until we were face-to-face. His dark eyes took me in, and a self-satisfied smirk crossed his lips. "You look and taste delicious."

To prove his point, his lips descended on mine so I could taste myself on him. It was the strangest, most arousing thing.

I lifted my hips toward his rock-hard cock and tried to aim myself at him.

"So impatient." He chuckled and took control.

This time, he took his time as he sheathed himself inside me, parting my walls. I couldn't take my eyes off his face as an expression of utter bliss edged onto his features.

He pushed all the way inside me, spreading my walls andfilling me like no one ever had. His ridges added a delicious friction that rubbed against my already sensitive walls, stimulating them even more.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

He pulled partially out, only to thrust back in, leaving me delirious with the sensation of the friction he created.

As he thrust into me, it felt like the intensity of our passion was melding us together, creating a bond that went beyond just physical pleasure. His eyes searched mine as he moved, the connection between us deepening with each passing second, each thrust.

I reached up, my fingers tracing the lines of his face, feeling the silky grooves of his skin under my touch. His eyes closed momentarily at my touch, and I could see the pleasure etched on his features. My heart swelled at the sight of him, feeling a love for him that I never thought possible.

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