Page 54 of Fallen from the Stars

His tentacle traveled higher, slipping between the folds of her sex until it covered her entire mound. She started when a suction cup pressed over her clit.

Vasil’s mouth curled into a slow, sensual smile. “Kraken females do not possess this.” The suction cup caressed the little nub before closing around it and sucking, creating surprisingly delicate, precise pressure.

Pleasure rippled through Theo, and she moaned, grinding her pelvis against his tentacle. “It’s called a clit.”

His grin widened. “I like it.”

Another tentacle made its way upward, moving along her thigh to her sex. The tip slipped between her wet folds and pressed into her. Theo gasped and bore down on it, fingers curling against Vasil’s chest. His tentacle sank deep before withdrawing almost all the way, only to slide in again; his other tentacle continued to kiss and stroke her clit throughout.

“Doyoulikethis?” he asked, voice husky.

Though it was a struggle to keep her eyes open in her building pleasure, Theo forced herself to hold Vasil’s gaze. Even in the light of day, she wasn’t repulsed by Vasil or what he was. His tentacle inside her was a new, strange, erotic experience unlike any she’d ever had, his suction cups adding tantalizing texture as they slid along her sensitive inner flesh. It felt…good.Sogood. But it wasn’t enough.

“Yes,” she hissed, rocking her hips. Her hair brushed over his chest. Sitting up, she braced a hand on his shoulder and trailed the other down his body, over the rippling muscles of his abdomen, to stop at his already parted slit. Her fingers delved inside to stroke him.

A groan vibrated through his chest as he raised his hips into her touch. His cock, already slick, slid out into her palm. Theo took firm hold of it; she felt his pulse throbbing in her hand.

“But I would prefer this,” she said.

“Kiss me, human, and it is yours,” he growled, offering a glimpse of his pointed teeth as he cupped the back of her head with one large hand.

Theo lowered her face and brushed her lips over his. When she moved to pull away, his arm stiffened. He guided her back down and kissed her again, his passion bolstered by confidence he’d not possessed the night before. His lips, though soft, were unyielding in their message — she was his, and he’d take whatever he wanted from her.

At that moment, she realized that she was fine with him taking — because she trusted him completely to give equally of himself. This wasn’t a simplegive-take; it was a partnership, arelationship. That realization rocked her to her core — and fanned the flames of her desire to new heights.

He withdrew from her sex, leaving her feeling hollow, and coiled his tentacles around her thighs to spread them wide. Tugging her pelvis back and down, he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. He breached her slowly, pumping into her a little at a time, a bit deeper with each upward stroke.

Theo closed her eyes and panted as excitement flared at her core, traveling throughout her entire body in a tingling wave of pleasure that was only amplified by the slight burn as he stretched her.

“Open your eyes, Theo,” Vasil said, tightening his grip in her hair and ceasing all other movement.

She forced her heavy lids open to look at him. “Please don’t stop.”

“Say you are mine,” he commanded, his eyes like swirling mercury, “and that I am yours.”

Theo attempted to press herself down upon him, to take him as deep as her body allowed, but his tentacles held her still. She growled and undulated her hips, managing only a teasingly infinitesimal slide of her inner walls along his shaft.

“Vasil!” she groaned.

“Say it,” he said, lowering his pelvis back to partially withdraw from her.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could, desperate to keep him inside her. “Damn it! Yes! Nowfuck me!”

“Say the words, Theodora.”

Consuming need ravaged her from within, and frustration flowed in close behind. “I said it!”

“Say. The. Words,” Vasil demanded, capturing her jaw and forcing her eyes to his. “Even if you do not mean them, Ineedto hear them aloud.”

Something within his gaze struck her like a blow; it stole her breath and stilled her heart.

The lump in her throat was undoubtedly a tangled mass of emotion, but she was in no state to examine it. “I’m yours,” she whispered, moving a hand to his face to caress his jaw. “And you aremine.”

The pads of his fingers brushed over her cheek as he searched her gaze for several moments. Then, without another word, he drew her face down and kissed her, at the same time thrusting his hips upward. She gasped against his mouth as he filled her, but he allowed no time for Theo to catch her breath. He drew back and slammed into her repeatedly, pushing as deep as he could go, his tentacles pulling her down to meet his thrusts. She was a puppet, and he held the strings, manipulating her as he willed.

It wassublime.

Theo kissed him, giving back as much as she took. She craved more of his touch, his scent, his heat, hiseverything. With Vasil, she didn’t feel alone. She felt…complete. Desired.

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