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She caught his hand and pressed her cheek into his palm, nuzzling it while keeping her gaze locked with his. “I would do it all alongside you too, Rekosh. We will make a home together.”

With a soft trill, he leaned down and brushed his mouth atop her hair before drawing in a deep breath. One of his forelegs curled around her legs beneath the water.

After he withdrew, he offered to retrieve some roots for her. She’d been fully prepared to plunge under the surface and feel around for them, but Rekosh didn’t even need to hunch down—he used his forelegs to dig up a few of the roots and pass them deftly to his waiting hands.

Once they’d deposited the flowers and roots on the bank, Rekosh lifted Ahmya out of the pond before climbing outhimself. Water streamed down her body, and she dipped her feet back in to rinse away the mud sticking to her toes.

“I can’t wait to bring these back to Kaldarak and plant them,” she said as she wrung out the ends of her hair.

Calloused hands settled on her shoulders, and Ahmya smiled, leaning back against the heat of Rekosh’s hard body behind her.

Rekosh purred, the low rumble moving through her, teasing her skin, and stimulating her nipples as he smoothed his palms down her arms and lowered his mouth to her ear. “And I cannot wait to bury my stem deep in my little flower.”

Ahmya’s breath hitched.

His hands closed around her wrists, their hold firm, and he abruptly spun her to face him. He drew her arms up. His lower hands worked swiftly, lashing a silk strand around her wrists with practiced ease, knotting the rope tight enough to keep her from escaping, but not enough to cut off circulation.

Desire unfurled in her core as he wound the silk around her forearms. “What are you doing?”

His crimson eyes bore into her. “Do not think I have forgotten how you teased me, my wicked female.”

“I haven’t,” she said with a shaky exhalation.

The rope continued down, around her chest and shoulders. “Then you know what I am doing.”

She was aware of every brush of his fingers on her skin, and as she stood there, naked with her arms raised and back arched, her pussy swelled with arousal.

When his fingers knotted the silk around her breasts, he pinched one of her taut nipples, producing a sharp gasp from her.

“Rekosh!”

He kicked her feet farther apart, and then those hands were winding the rope around her waist and between her thighs. Ahmya’s pussy clenched, and a ragged cry tore from her whenhe looped the silk between the folds of her sex, placing a knot right over her clit. She squeezed her eyes shut against the sensation. Every subtle shift of her body caused that knot to rub against her, resulting in the most exquisite torture.

An unbidden moan slipped past her lips as she undulated against the rope. Pleasure washed through her.

“Ah, female,” Rekosh chittered. He caught her jaw, coaxing her to open her eyes and look at him. “Now it is my turn.”

An anticipatory shiver stole through her as he tossed a coil of silk rope high overhead. He didn’t look away from her as he pulled down on the other end, drawing her up off her feet, suspending her high enough that she was looking down at him. The rope dug rapturously into her clit.

“Oh God,” she rasped, toes curling.

He grasped her legs and draped them over his shoulders. His claws pressed into the sensitive flesh of her ass and thighs as he spread her wide, baring her pussy.

Rekosh drew in a deep breath and released it in a growl. “How your body craves me.”

“Rekosh…” Ahmya’s breath was quick and shallow as she held his bright, crimson gaze.

He brushed his rough, hard mouth along her inner thigh. “No more words.”

Then he thrust his long, thick tongue deep inside her, and Ahmya was lost to bliss.

CHAPTER 24

Rekosh’s fingersran through Ahmya’s hair, gently combing out all the tangles and knots they encountered.

He offered no mind to the low, orange flames of the crackling fire before them, the jungle’s night song, or the deep shadows beyond the fire’s glow. Only two things held his attention—the small human female sitting on his folded forelegs, and all the feelings she inspired within him.

Right now, the foremost of those feelings was contentment.

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