Page 98 of Shielded Heart

His breath was warm and soft against her tender flesh. Sam trembled in anticipation. His nose brushed the apex of her sex and he inhaled deeply, his hands tightening on the backs of her thighs.

“I am going todevouryou, Samantha,” he growled.

Arcanthus moved in a burst of speed, shifting his hands up to her ass as he rose. He lifted Sam off her feet and set her down on the edge of the desk, shoving her thighs apart. Sam’s eyes widened at the feral look on his face, and she barely had time to catch herself as he dropped onto his knees, wrapped his arms around the undersides of her thighs, and yanked her closer to his hungry mouth.

Her lips parted in a sharp gasp as his tongue slid over her sex from bottom to top. She leaned back on her arms, hands flat atop the desk, unable to tear her eyes away from him as he kissed and licked her center, avoiding her clit—the one place she needed him the most.

Pleasure washed over her. She tightened her legs around him, eager to draw him closer, but he was as unmoving as a mountain.

Samantha moaned when his tongue speared her. He growled; the vibrations from the sound rumbled through her, teasing her, amplifying every sensation, but it wasn’t enough. She shook with need and shamelessly rocked against his mouth, but still he ignored her clit.

He was keeping her at the cusp, right on the edge, balanced on the fine line between torment and rapture.

His eyes met hers; they were shining with lust, gleaming with wicked promise of what was to come.

She knew what he was waiting for. Knew what he wanted her to do.

Sam reached out with one hand and grasped his horn. “Please, Arcanthus,” she begged. “My clit. Make me come.”

Arcanthus chuckled huskily. “Oh, my lusty little terran, I thought you’d never ask.”

He spread her thighs wider, and slowly—maddeningly—circled her clit with his lips. He gradually sucked it into his mouth, thrilling her with little flicks of his tongue; each graze of her sensitive nub made her hips buck.

The tip of his tail brushed against her ankle and slid up the inside of her leg. As it moved higher, he increased the strength of his tongue. Samantha’s brows fell, and her toes curled, the building sensation within her soaring to new heights. She forced her eyes to remain open, forced herself to watch him.

When he slipped the tip of his tail into her sex and sucked hard on her clit, Samantha came undone; she threw her head back and cried out in sweet agony.

She squeezed her eyes shut as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. Her body tensed, and Arc thrust his tail deep, over and over, as her sex—quivering with a flood of heat—clamped down on it. She tugged on his horn, pulling him close as she ground herself against his mouth and tail. She paid no mind to the sounds escaping her.

All that mattered was the searing pleasure consuming her entire being.

“Arc…please—ah! Oh, God!”

Her arm gave out beneath her, and she fell back atop the desk. His hold on her legs prevented her escape as she writhed. She came again suddenly, and her eyes flew open; all she could see were star-like bursts of light in the dim room.

Arc finally released her clit and withdrew his tail. He lazily lapped at her and released a deep hum of appreciation. When he placed a kiss against her sensitive clit, she jumped at the quick burst of sensation. He stood up, forcing her to release his horn, and slid his hands up her thighs and past her pelvis to curl his fingers around her hips.

Looming over her, he flashed his fangs in a devilish smile.

“You are glorious when you succumb to pleasure, Samantha.”

He dropped a hand to his cock, and she watched avidly as his writhing tendrils swept over the moisture coating her inner thighs. They shifted to her sex, caressing her folds and clit, eliciting another moan from her. Arc grasped the base of his shaft, and the tendrils drew together. He guided their tips to her opening. Flexing his hips, he pushed into her.

“Oh, my precious flower.” Arc returned his hand to her hip. He tightened his grip on her and pulled her closer, feeding himself into her body. “You are perfect. So—ah—perfect.”

Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist and bit her lip as he filled her. Shivers racked her, and she moaned in unison with him as he drew back and pushed in, again and again, with slow, measured thrusts that made her aware of every individual nodule along his shaft, that made her feel his tendrils’ every tiny movement.

She tried to dig her heels into his back to pull him against her harder, faster, but he only solidified his hold, maintaining his deliberate pace. She whimpered and thrashed as another orgasm built slowly within her. Each slide of his shaft pushed her infinitesimally closer to a new peak.

When she reached for him, he caught her arms and pinned her wrists on the desk over her head with one hand, leaning over her to block out the room’s scant light. All that remained was the glow of his eyes andqal.

“You have no idea how difficult this is, Samantha,” he rasped. “No idea how much I want to ravage your delectable little body. But you need to feel this. To feeleverything.” He thrust deep, making her gasp. “Feelme.”

The tips of his tendrils shifted within Samantha, stroking her core, and her inner walls pulsed with the beginnings of her impending climax. She clenched her fists as her breath hitched and her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them locked with Arcanthus’s.

He shuddered and sagged forward for a moment, settling more of his weight atop her. His lips parted with a ragged exhalation, and his previously steady pace faltered.

“Come with me,” Samantha begged. “Let go, Arcanthus. With me.”

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