Page 51 of Fallen from the Stars

But she wantedmore.

She pushed his face away from her.

“Get back in the seat,” she commanded.

If there’d been any confusion in his expression when he first withdrew from her sex, it vanished the instant their eyes met. Hunger gleamed in his gaze, unsatisfied despite what he’d already done, and Theo was glad for it.

She hungered, too.

Vasil moved with startling speed once again, placing his hands on her hips, lifting her off the chair, and spinning to sit on the other seat. He settled her atop him with her legs to either side of his middle. His cock brushed her ass, hard and slick with his secretions.

Looking down at him, Theo placed her hands on his shoulders to brace herself. Her hair fell forward and brushed over his chest. She held his gaze as she sat up and wiggled her shoulders, shrugging off the tattered remains of her under suit. She dropped a hand to take hold of his wrist, lifting his arm. She kissed one of his fingers and smiled at him before playfully biting down.

He tensed. The heat in his eyes intensified as he tugged his finger free and caught her jaw in his hand. She gasped as he pulled her face lower, smashing his lips against hers.

The kiss was clumsy, but he made up for it with unbridled passion. Theo wrapped her arms around his neck and reined in the kiss, turning it into a subtle, teasing brush of her mouth against his. She nipped at his lips before increasing the pressure, and he followed her lead, molding his lips to hers. Then she added her tongue, sliding it across the seam of his mouth and delving in to touch his pointed teeth.

His fingers flexed on her waist, and he groaned, leaning closer to her. His tongue slipped out to stroke hers.

“Touch me, Vasil,” she whispered. “Anywhere.Everywhere.”

Theo’s words roused something deep and ravenous within Vasil. Her taste lingered on his tongue, her scent pervaded his every breath, his lips tingled in the wake of their kiss, and he craved more. He’d neverkissedbefore, had never pleasured a female with his mouth, but he intended to do both over and over again with Theo.

Vasil released her jaw and returned his hand to her waist. He slid his palms upward, along her sides and back, delighting in her soft skin. Two of his tentacles rose to stroke her outer thighs and backside. He could taste the salty sweetness of her skin through his suction cups as he greedily moved them over Theo, wanting to drown himself in all that was her.

She leaned into him and deepened the kiss, shivering with his every caress. The hard peaks of her nipples brushed against his chest. He slid his hands between their bodies and cupped her breasts; even there, she was tantalizingly soft. She moaned against his mouth as he stroked her nipples, pinching and rolling them between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers.

Breaking the kiss, she brought her mouth close to his siphon. Her warm panting breath tickled his skin.

“Do you want me, kraken?” she asked, running a hand over his shoulder to cradle the back of his head. She undulated her hips, stroking his cock with her backside. He stiffened and hissed as pleasure pulsed through him.

“Need you,” he grated.

“Then take me.” Her tongue darted out, licking his siphon. “Show me how much you want me, Vasil. Let go.”

He’d always done his best to honor his people and their ways, to temper his actions based on what would be best for the kraken, to prevent emotions from clouding his judgment. Those years of deliberate self-control shattered in that instant. He was through denying himself.

He would take what he wanted —Theo.

Vasil dropped his hands to her hips, dug his fingers into her tender flesh, and lifted her, angling his pelvis to press the head of his cock to her wet slit. She clutched his shoulders, her pink tongue slipping out briefly to wet her kiss-swollen lips. Without hesitation, he pulled her down and thrust his cock up at the same time, slamming into her.

Theo’s blunt claws bit into his skin as she threw her head back and released a choked cry. Her inner walls clamped around his shaft, hot, slick, and tight, creating pressure he wasn’t sure he could resist. A tremor coursed down his spine and dispersed to the tips of his tentacles.

“Theo,” he growled.

Theo lifted her head and met his gaze. She slowly rose over him on her knees, and the slide of her retreating sex stole his breath. Raising one hand, he grasped a fistful of the hair at the back of her head, forcing her gaze to remain upon him, and pulled her back down on him. Her lips parted with a gasp, and her eyelids drooped.

He coiled a tentacle around each of her thighs and a third around her waist, using them to guide her in a rapid, relentless rhythm; up and down, up and down, their bodies meeting forcefully in the middle, each thrust nearly breaking him.

Her moans and his grunts mixed with the sounds of falling rain and howling wind — fitting ambiance for their coupling, which raged as wild as the storm outside.

Breathing raggedly through clenched teeth, he raised one of his free tentacles and slipped its tip between their bodies to run along the top of her dripping sex. He lifted it farther, keeping his eyes locked with hers, and slipped it into his mouth to suck her glistening essence from it.

Her sex clenched, and her body quivered.

“Vasil,” Theo rasped, squeezing his shoulders. “Oh, deeper. Faster.Please.”

He pulled her legs forward, forcing her off her knees. She sat on his pelvis, taking his shaft deep, and cried out. Still clutching her hair, he forced her head back. She arched into his touch as he moved his hand off her hip and squeezed her breast, presenting himself her nipple. He caught it between his lips, lavished it with his tongue, and slammed her up and down upon him with his tentacles, using her weight to drive himself ever deeper, ever faster. Intense pleasure swirled through him.

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