Page 73 of Rising from the Depths

“Kronus,” she pleaded.

He knew that breathy tone. Knew what she truly wanted.

He raised the bunched fabric of her skirt to her waist, and when his hands moved to her hips, they encountered bared flesh — no underwear. His chest rumbled with another growl. His mate had anticipated his touch. Had anticipatedhim.

Kronus sat her on the edge of the table with her legs to either side of him and pressed his lips over hers. He ravaged her mouth with lips and tongue, taking care not to hurt her with his teeth.

“Are you ready for me, my mate?” Kronus asked. His cock strained against his slit, ready to burst free, hungry for her heat. He slipped a hand between her thighs, the pads of his fingers delving into her folds. They both groaned as his fingers glided over her arousal-slickened flesh. She was hot and wet, primed for him.

It was all the answer he needed from her.

She sighed and tilted her hips, begging for more. He knew she was waiting for him to stroke that little bud that brought her such pleasure, and he would — but not with his hand.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet, musky aroma of her desire, and his mouth watered.

Dropping down, Kronus curled his fingers around her inner thighs, spread her wide, and lowered his mouth to her sex.

Eva gasped, her body jolting. His shaft extruded the moment her flavor hit his tongue, pulsing in need. Her hands fell upon his head, and she moaned low and deep as his tongue trailed up and down her delicate folds, pausing to flick and tease the bud at the apex of her sex each time. He lapped at every drop of her nectar, and her cries of pleasure — soft at first but gaining in volume and passion — made the most satisfying music he could imagine.

“Oh! Kronus!” Eva panted, her hips undulating against his mouth. “I’m going to come.”

He had already known she was close by the quivering of her thighs and how readily her sex gifted him with her sweetness. Wishing to hear more of her screams, he latched onto her clit and growled, sucking it into his mouth to lash it with his tongue.

She tensed, her thighs squeezing against his hold, and her heels digging into his back. Her blunt claws scratched his shoulder as she bowed over him with a choked cry. She shuddered around him and came, her cries filling the room, her essence filling his mouth. And he drank it all, ravenous for more. He did not cease the motion of his lips and tongue; instead, he eased them, allowing her to settle, leisurely lapping at her.

Eva hummed, slowly rocking her sex against his mouth as she petted his shoulder and brushed her lips across the top of his head.

“Come inside me, Kronus,” she beckoned. She leaned back on the table and spread her thighs wider. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Kronus flicked the tip of his tongue against her sensitive clit once more, eliciting a sharp gasp and a twitch from Eva before rising. His palms smoothed up her thighs and hips, moving possessively over her softly rounded stomach and the youngling growing within. A fierce wave of protectiveness swept through him.

This was his family. His mate and youngling, and he would tear anyone to shreds if they tried to take them from him.

Mine.

He reached down with one hand and gripped his cock, positioning its head at her entrance.

Mine.

His eyes flicked up and locked with Eva’s. Hers were dark, sultry, filled with desire and love.

Mine.

Dropping his hands to her hips, Kronus yanked her to the very edge of the table and thrust into her, burying himself as deep as he possibly could.

“You are mine!” he roared. Gritting and baring his teeth, Kronus pumped into his mate ruthlessly, needing to feel her, to possess her, to stake his claim on every part of her being. His tentacles coiled around her legs, holding her in place while his suction cups kissed her flesh.

Eva panted, her breathy sounds growing higher in pitch with each thrust; he underscored them with his own ragged grunts, his mind clouded in a haze of pleasure through which he was aware only of her, of her body, of the way they fit together and the slide of their flesh. She was hot and tight, taking him in readily. His tendrils reached for her, desperate for her feel and taste, stroking her incessantly.

Eva crossed one of her arms over her chest and palmed her breast through her shirt, biting her lower lip to quiet her cries.

“Come for me, Eva,” Kronus demanded, quickening his pace. He reached forward, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and pulled her face closer to his, staring into her eyes. “Let me hear you.”

Her inner walls clamped around him, drawing him in deeper as liquid heat flowed from her. She cried out as he’d commanded, announcing her pleasure to him, to the room, to anyone and anything within earshot. But her sounds were just for him; he lowered his mouth over hers, muffling her cry, drinking in her breath as though taking in a piece of her for himself.

The pressure inside him soared to new, agonizing heights, threatening to tear him apart. His hands fell to the table, claws gouging into the wood. He pushed himself into her as deep as she could take him, and his seed burst from him in scorching spurts. He growled against her lips as the intensity of his release blasted pleasure through him.

Kronus wrapped his tentacles around her, holding her close as their continued connection prolonged their shuddering, blissful releases.

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