Page 73 of Shielded Heart

He forced his head up and opened his eyes, fixing his gaze upon her; he wanted to watch, to savor every movement, to relish in every tiny change of her expression. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were stretched around his cock, which glistened with her saliva.

She adjusted the pressure of her hold around his base and pumped her hand in time with her mouth. Arcanthus’s hips rocked in sync with her steady, maddening rhythm; he couldn’t keep them still any longer.

Samantha shifted her knees and pressed her thighs together. Though her position obscured some of his view, he saw her free hand dip low, nearing her pelvis; she lifted it at the last moment to grasp a fistful of her shirt’s fabric.

She was going to touch herself.

She’s as aroused as I am.

That knowledge was enough to shatter his tenuous control; Arcanthus convulsed and threw his head back as he burst. A guttural cry tore from his chest and clawed out of his throat. He shifted one of his hands to her head, twining his fingers in her hair, and forced his tendrils to remain closed, fighting their instinctual drive to separate even as he pumped his hips and pulled her closer, making her take him deeper.

Intense pleasure cleaved through him. He growled as his seed flowed through the tiny opening at the center of his tendrils in great spurts. Samantha froze and made a small sound of surprise, her mouth locked tight around him as she drank. She moved her hands to his upper thighs and dug her fingers into his flesh. Spasms rippled through him, locking his muscles tight, until finally, the pleasure ebbed, leaving him breathless.

Samantha slowly lifted her head and released his cock. That last brush of her lips made him twitch. Finally allowing his tendrils to separate, Arc opened his eyes to see her pink tongue dart out and lick her lips before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Did I…do good?” she asked.

His lips stretched into a grin, and he said, “Oh, my beautiful flower, there are no adequate words.” He swept his hair behind his horns as he sat forward. “Do you trust me, Samantha?”

She reached up and lightly touched his cheek. “I do.”

Arcanthus settled his hand over hers and removed it from his face, drawing her up with him as he stood. He managed to prevent himself from wobbling; somehow, she made him weak in the knees, a feat that should’ve been impossible considering they were cybernetic. His cock throbbed with echoes of that ravenous ache and refused to sheath itself in his slit. Despite the indescribable pleasure she’d given him, he hungered. His tendrils craved the feel of her inner heat; his body would not long be satisfied with what he’d received. He would need more soon.

Releasing her hand, he skimmed his fingers over her cheek, trailed them up into her hairline, and tilted her head back. He roved his eyes over her face slowly, letting them linger on her pink, kiss-swollen lips.

“Good. Then it’s my turn, little terran.” He tilted his head to the side. “Onto the bed.”

Her eyes flared, and her little tongue slipped out again. She turned around and sat on the bed. Staring at him with those big, dark eyes, she placed her hands on her lap, one over the other, and slouched forward as though to hide herself.

Perhaps even the alcohol couldn’t fully eliminate her discomfort in her own skin. Either that, or the effects were wearing off. It didn’t matter—Arcanthus wouldn’t rest until she knew how beautiful she was.

He stepped in front of her. “Sit up straight.”

Her brow knitted.

“Now, Samantha.”

Flushed skin paling slightly, she straightened her spine and swept her shoulders back. Her nipples pressed against the inside of her shirt, outlining themselves clearly.

He caught his tongue between his teeth to keep from licking his lips in anticipation. He couldn’t wait to taste her,allof her, but he would delay it as long as possible—at least while that delay enhanced the experience for her. “Raise your arms over your head.”

Confusion lifted her eyebrows, and she hesitated for a moment before complying with his command, slowly raising her hands.

“Now, little terran, I want you to close your eyes.”

“Arcanthus, what—”

Arc caught her chin between forefinger and thumb. “Doyou trust me, Samantha?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Then close. Your. Eyes.”

She swallowed audibly and obeyed.

“Good. Now,youaremine.”

Fourteen

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