Page 13 of Nidev and Lyric

“His lips and tongue,” he stated in a soft hunger. “On your pussy.”

Oh my God.She was dizzy. Was she falling? The room was falling.

“Is that it?”

She forced a nod as her heart hammered against her chest bone.

“Thank you,” he barely said.

The sound of the fridge startled her, and she opened her eyes to him grabbing a water. She quietly inhaled and exhaled three measured breaths, eyeing his massive body while she sat locked up and frozen on that stool. He turned and drank the water, his throat muscles contracting as he sucked on the bottle till it was all gone. Then he looked at her.

“Seems like talking about it to you has somehow helped it.” He walked to the trash and tossed the water bottle into the recycle bin. “Do you think you might be willing to provide more of that?”

Holy crap.

“H-here?” she asked, not meaning to gasp it so loudly.

“We can try it on the phone. I’m willing to pay youanysum of money.” He returned to the island, his direct, intense gaze crippling her mind. “Please don’t take that the wrong way. I’m just… desperate.”

Oh mercy, that was some kind of admission for him. She remembered who she was talking to. The man who would do anything to help her and always had. “Of course I will,” she said, clearing the crack from her voice. “I’m sorry you’re going through this,” she thought to say. “It sounds… truly horrific.”

He angled his head at her. “I wish it was horrific. I gave you the dark side of this lust. You should hear the other side of it.” She was riveted again as he took a seat and locked his gaze on her. She wasn’t going to survive this. “That spark I mentioned?” he began, ready or not. “That surge of energy that lights up every part of me, filling my veins with fire? It’sfuckingexhilarating.” Holy shit, he cussed. He never cussed. “It’s sharp as a razor, vibrant with insanity. It’s sopainfullygood I want to be devoured and obliterated by it.And when I finally let it come, this monster offiretears through me, shreds every nerve in my body with a savage ecstasy. And I…revelin the obliteration,” he whispered. “Icravethe aftermath of this twisted, fucked up massacre of my humanity. I know you can’t truly understand it and part of me is soverysorry for you while another part of me, a part growing smaller every day, is so very relieved that you have no. Real. Clue.”

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The moment Nidev left the meeting with his marsh brothers, he pulled his phone out and opened Lyric’s box.Are you up?

He returned it to his coat pocket and hurried toward the dock ahead of the group where the Twelve would transport them back to the dry dock via their Swamp Dragons. He really needed to discuss other options of transportation. Using aircraft meant radar detection issues so they needed to discuss cloaking. Because this hour-long land route was also getting riskier as the world outside their swamps fell apart.

He returned to the incidents in the Basilique where those bat bite symptoms had raged in new ways. His usual interest in thegiftedhad reached perverted proportions. While a powerful man had a brutal break down, his sick brain busily analyzed and dissected the layers of gifts he possessed and how they could be utilized. Also, while silently being a freak, he used all his strength to avoid the gaze of the one who’d given him his favorite lust. He felt the push of his hungry curiosity against his pores, an animal sniffing out just how infected he was with the insanity they both shared.

And now his sickness was free to lock back on Lyric. That forbidden taste he’d taken of her had his cock navigating when his brain should be. He was in no rush either way, because taking his time while cracking her wide open was turning into an addiction with rocket boosters. He had to knowallthe particulars of wrapping her around his cock’s desires. What he’d do, when he’d do it, where, how.

And the why? Irrelevant. As of now. All while the world went up in flames. Speaking of, he’d seen the next coin in his dreams and was all too relieved to skip telling them. Becauseshetook precedence even over that.

There was no worse human being he could think of than one who forsook his duties to slate his shallow lusts at the expense of all mankind. But here he was. The leader of the great prophetic Creole Kings, doing just that. IDOL. That was the word on the coin in his vision. What it meant? No clue. Did he care? Mildly at most.

He wanted this insanity out of him.

He had to find a way to remove it.

His phone buzzed and his cock answered with a lurch as he pulled it out.

Lyric.Yep. Deep in study about ancient rice cooking methods. What about you? Is your meeting over? How’d it go?

He paused long enough to text.It was interesting. I’m headed back now. I need to talk to you.

Sure. Do you want to text or use the phone?

He considered that.Text for now. When I get in bed, I’ll call you.

His cock pounded with a fury as he hurried the rest of the way to the dock, looking once more at his phone.Whatever you need. I’m here for you.

Her perfect, angelic answer gave him the solution to his entire give a shit dilemma. He would tend to the burning worldwhiletending to this burn in his cock. Moral dilemma solved.

On the entire ride back, the icy wind beat against the fire in his blood. But it was no match while he fanned the flames with fantasies now mixed with urgent business. Like getting his lips and tongue on her pussy. Since he knew everything that needed doing outside of this lust, he spent the entire ride tending to its boil. What did he want? With her? That was the answer requiring great detail.

He recalled how his body reacted to her vulnerability. It was a delicacy he wanted to slowly cultivate in her, then devour in a brutal rampage. Wash, rinse, repeat. Only from a different angle. A different pace. And he wanted her insane with needs only he could fill. He wanted to force her to feel every drop of what raged in him.

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