Page 93 of Fallen from the Stars

Her world tilted once again when he lifted her off his shoulder and laid her atop the covers. She laughed, wiping hair from her face to look up at Vasil towering over her. His eyes were intent, alight with unmasked passion, adoration, and hunger. Arousal heated her core.

He tore at her clothing, his claws shredding the fabric to be torn away from her body piece-by-piece until she lay bare before him. His need for her, unrestrained and all-consuming, left her breathless.

Tossing aside her tattered clothing, Vasil curled his fingers around her inner thighs and spread them wide. His gaze trailed down her body, forging a blazing path over her skin, and finally settled on her sex. The hunger in his eyes intensified. He lowered his head and breathed in her scent, closing his eyes.

“Ah, female. I will never have my fill of you,” he growled before his mouth was upon her.

Theo gasped and tilted her head back as pure bliss swept through her. His tongue flicked first over her clit, then explored and teased the delicate folds around it. She clutched the bedding, desperate for something to hold on to, something to anchor her lest she float away on a cloud of pleasure. His lips nipped at her, and his sharp teeth grazed the sensitive flesh around her clit; the hint of danger those wicked points posed only increased her pleasure.

His tentacles coiled around her calves, twirling higher to lock her knees in place. He lifted a hand off her thigh.

Theo opened her eyes and looked down her body as Vasil raised his head, moved his hand to his mouth, and bit the claws off his index and middle fingers. He turned his head aside, spat the pieces away, and returned his eyes to hers. He held her gaze as he returned his mouth to her sex and lapped at her, slowly running his tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. Her hips bucked, and a fresh wave of dew flowed from her.

Vasil flattened a hand over her pelvis to pin her to the bed and moaned as he drank from her. The vibrations from his chest only added the sensations building within her.

Panting, Theo kept her eyes on him. Her body was flushed with heat; she was so close. Her thighs trembled in her need, and every teasing flick of his tongue held her on the brink of release.

“Vasil,” she breathed, undulating her hips against his mouth.

He slid a hand along her inner thigh to her sex. A moment later, one of his fingers slid into her, followed quickly by a second. Her body clamped around them greedily as they pumped in and out.

He bit off his claws so he could do this to me.

Latching onto her clit with his mouth, Vasil thrust his fingers into her as far as his webbing allowed. Theo squeezed her eyes shut and cried out as cascading waves of pleasure crashed over her. She twisted and writhed, her moans filling the room. Each flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers prolonged her climax. The manacle-like grip of his tentacles held her open to him, leaving her at his mercy.

Eventually, he withdrew his fingers and resumed his leisurely licking, trailing his tongue up and down her sex as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste. She eased down from the heights to which he’d lifted her. When she shifted her hips, he clamped his hands over them and growled possessively; the growl faded into a contented purr.

He seemed content to lap at her for hours, but she knew heneeded.

Theo’s hooded eyes met his hungry stare. She reached down to caress his face, tracing his cheekbone with her thumb. “Make love to me, Vasil.”

Vasil rose over Theo, covering her body with his. She lifted her arms in welcome, wrapping them around his neck to draw him closer, but he stopped before their lips met and simply gazed into her beautiful, green eyes. Though his body ached with need for her, though his cock throbbed, and his blood flowed like fire through his veins, his frenzy had subsided.

Make love to me, Vasil.

Love.

He knew what that meant now, and he wanted it too. Wanted to enjoy her,allof her, to enjoy every moment they had together.

His mate. His.

Mine.

Vasil brought a hand up and threaded his fingers in her pale hair, cupping the back of her head. “You shine brighter than the sun, my fallen star.” He guided his cock to her slit. “My radiant, beautiful star.”

He pressed into her slowly, savoring her scent, the feel of her heat and softness. She cradled him with her legs, and her body welcomed him without restraint until she’d taken all of him in. Eyes locked with hers, he pulled back and thrust forward, again and again, rocking into her like waves rolling against the shore. He spread his rear tentacles to grasp the corners of the bed as his front tentacles drew her tighter against him, increasing the force of his thrusts, pushing him ever deeper.

Theo’s eyelids drooped, and her lips parted with breathy sighs. She clung to him; her dull nails scratched his scalp, her sex clenched his cock, and his tendrils delighted in the taste of her essence. Her body quivered against him. She was close, but Vasil didn’t increase his pace. He kept her there at the edge, relishing her reactions even as pleasure blossomed from his belly to spread through all his limbs.

This was his mate — more than worthy, more than he deserved, and he would do everything to keep her safe, to keep her happy, to keep her with him.

She’d saved the kraken’s home.

She’d given him purpose.

One of his tendrils found her clit, stroking and caressing it each time his pelvis met hers. She gasped and tightened her hold on him as her body suddenly went taut.

“I love you!” Theo’s rasped words were followed by moans of pleasure.

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