Page 43 of Needed in the Night
“Your skin is so delicate,” he said as he stroked his thumbs lightly over their roundness. “I fear I may hurt you if I lose control.”
“I don’t fear you,” I said, and then gasped when the pads of his thumbs ghosted over my nipples. “I trust you, Mikas. You won’t hurt me.” I arched my back. “Please, more.”
He strummed my nipples with his thumbs. Each touch made me quiver and whimper with need. And then he pinched them—carefully at first, and then harder.
“Use your mouth,” I pleaded. “Your tongue.”
His lips closed on my left nipple, sucking as he flicked the sensitive nub with his raspy tongue. I groaned and slipped my fingers into his hair to hold him close.
“Please,” I gasped, my chest heaving. “Mikas...”
He slid his hand down my stomach and between my legs. I almost screamed as his fingertips caressed me over the thin fabric of my underwear.
“You are so wet,” he murmured, laving my nipples with his long tongue.
I mewled when his fingers brushed over my swollen clit. “Yes.”
He raised his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. “Delicious,” he rasped. “I want more.”
I raised my hips, intending to slide my underwear off. Instead, he unsheathed his claws, slit the fabric down both sides, and ripped them the rest of the way off. No one had ever done something so deliciously decadent with me. My toes curled and I groaned.
“This is a precious gift,” he said, running his nose over my tattered underwear. “This is your desire, your need for me.”
My arousal made my legs and hands tremble. “Mikas…”
“Already you call my name.” He set my underwear aside andgrasped my thighs, pushing them up and open for his hungry stare. A gush of wetness traveled down my slit.
“Beautiful,” he rasped. “Delicate and sweet as a flower. And with two perfect holes. I am made for you, Isla.”
Oh, gods. The moment he’d mentioned his bosor DNA, I’d suspected what was hidden beneath his pants. Now I knew. The thought of it made me gush again for him. And with my legs wide open, he could witness the effect his words and gaze had on me firsthand.
“Yes,” Mikas grated. “You are needful. I will sate you.”
He scooped me up, put me on the sofa, and pulled me toward him until I lay on my back and my ass was on the edge of the cushion. Then he pushed my legs open again, lowered his head, and licked me very, very slowly, from my asshole all the way up to my swollen clit.
I screamed.
I writhed in his grip as his mouth delved everywhere along the length of my slit, exploring, sucking, and tonguing me without mercy. Each time I cried out, he focused his attention on that place until he reduced me to nearly incoherent begging.
Finally, he slipped his tongue into my pussy, first swirling its rough tip around the sensitive opening and then spearing me with its length. I rode his tongue and face, crying out his name and pleading for more.
As my release neared, I began to rub my clit, but he brushed my hand away and mimicked my movements. I threw my head back and wailed as his hot fingers circled and rubbed at the swollen, sensitive pearl.
My cries grew louder, and a coil of heat built and built…and then his tongue curled up and rubbed inside me, perfect and rough, and I came with a cry, my back arching off the sofa and legs shaking in his grip. “Mikas. Gods, Mikas.”
He withdrew his tongue slowly, holding my legs wide andlicking me inside and out as he did so. “Sweet and perfect,” he murmured as my chest heaved and I trembled.
He licked all the most delicate skin along my quivering slit as if he wanted to drink every drop of my release. Each little flick of his tongue made me cry out.
“I thought I could not love your voice more than when you sang ‘Warm Waters,’” he added, his breath hot between my thighs, “but I find the sound of my name when you come the most beautiful song of all.”
He bit the inside of my thigh. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt and leave a mark, and I liked it.
“Mikas,” I whimpered.
He smiled—an almost wicked, very toothy smile that was all the more arousing because it was so near my dripping pussy.
“That is what I want,” he said, and licked me once more to make me cry out. “My name, and me, as what you plead for.”
