Page 61 of Humans Don't Have Horns
He lays me down gently and leans over me. His dark eyes trail over my body brazenly, and I feel so exposed that I nervously chew on my lower lip. He grabs it with his teeth and sucks it into his mouth. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” His voice is gravelly. “You have no idea, do you?” His long body covers mine.
“Of what?” I breathe as my fingers brush his dark stubble.
“How beautiful you are. How irresistible those lips of yours are.” I never thought of myself as beautiful. It’s hard to think of yourself as beautiful when all people see is the strangeness of your colors. When strangers gape at how different you are. Daton never minded my colors, and neither did the rest of the Mongans. Maybe you need horns to see people for who they are.
“You’re beautiful too,” I tell him, and he bursts into such a deep laugh that his body shakes.
“NowthatI’ve never been called before,” he manages to say between chuckles.
I snort at his reaction, “Oh, come on, the women here are all over you.”
He smirks at my irked tone. “That has nothing to do with the way I look, and you know it.” He’s the warlord, the Emancipator. Beingwith him is being with the most powerful Mongan there is. The uncrowned king.
“Well, you are beautiful,” I insist because even though I didn’t see his beauty at first, I’ve been seeing it for months now, and he needs to understand that. To me, he’s more than the Emancipator, the Butcher. I see him. Truly see him. “And when you smile, you light up, and your eyes—it’s like looking at the most vast starry night.” He goes very still at that. I’ve never seen him so still. And I wonder if I broke some unknown Mongan code.
But then, to my relief, he kisses me softly and whispers against my lips, “You are an extraordinary woman, fina.”
I raise my eyebrow at the new, unfamiliar word. “What does fina mean?” I drag my hands through his dark hair, relishing the feel of it. He kisses me deeply, then he moves his mouth to my neck, grazing it with his teeth. And I forget what I asked. I forget everything. He kisses his way to my breast and draws my nipple into his mouth, and I arch for him, silently begging for more. More of all of it. He moves to my other breast and licks and sucks my nipple.
Suddenly, he looks at me so seriously and says, “If you need to stop, we’ll stop, all right?”
Goddess, this man. “All right,” I breathe and am immediately rewarded with another long, soft kiss.
Daton licks his way to my navel and keeps kissing and licking down further. With both of his hands, he spreads my thighs and looks at my center. I squirm at the feel of fresh air against my heat, against the wetness there. “You’re so beautiful, fina,” he says. His dark eyes meet mine, and he smiles. It’s such a feral smile, and I gasp at how raw and yearning it makes me feel.
He licks my center, and my hips buck from the pleasure that floods my body. Daton grabs my hips and presses them to the pallet, centering me the way he wants me. His tongue keeps working until something bursts inside me. It’s like a wave of warmth running through my whole body, and white light bursting behind my eyes.
“Daton,” I rasp, and I barely recognize my own voice. “I needyou.” Because Goddess knows how desperately I need to feel him inside me.
“One more,” he says as he kisses the inside of my thigh. Then he kisses my center before his tongue slides inside me. I tug his black hair, and he groans approvingly. His mouth moves back to my clit, and he licks and sucks even more teasingly than before. He pushes two fingers inside me, and my entire body convulses.
I tug his hair and scream, having completely lost any self-control, not caring if the entire camp hears me. My heart hammers so fast, I think it might explode. When I come back down, Daton licks my wetness thoroughly and gives me the smuggest smile.
And Goddess help me if he doesn’t look—at that moment with his horns and those feral eyes—like the most tempting demon. “Now,” I order, and he chuckles at my commanding tone.
He looms over me and kisses me softly, and I can taste myself all over him. “See how sweet you taste,” he growls into my mouth. And just those words make my core throb again with desire.
But he’s still not inside me, so I grab his ass, and he nudges the entrance of my body. There is no way to swallow my whimper this time. Ever so slowly, he enters me, his mouth so close to mine I can feel his breath. He’s holding back, so careful with me, all his muscles strained from the effort. I want him unraveled. I want his everything. I’m so aroused by my previous climaxes that I quickly feel my inner walls clenching again, and that euphoric feeling spreads through my entire body once more. Daton grunts and keeps moving inside me while his mouth devours mine. As he picks up his pace, I feel how my inner muscles squirm another time, and he tries to pull out of me. “I’m so close,” he grunts, but I want to feel him come inside me. I wrap my legs around him, and he climaxes with a groan. I hold him as he fills me, and his body trembles in a release. He’s still inside me as he starts kissing me so sweetly, his palm cradling my face. I kiss him back slowly, lazily.
As he positions himself near me on the pallet, I ask, “Don’t the Mongans have a remedy against pregnancy?”
He shakes his head. “Only withdrawing. I’ve always beensuccessful at it in the past.” He gives me an impish smile. “Renyans have a remedy for that too?” His fingers thread playfully through my hair.
“Of course. Otherwise, I would never have done that.” I’m too embarrassed to actually articulate what I’ve done.
“Because you would never want a Mongan baby?” he asks quietly.
“No. That’s not what I meant,” I huff. “It’s just that I would never take that decision from you.” His eyes meet mine, and they are so piercing.
I’m not sure if it’s the intimacy or my anxiety that is getting the better of me. I can’t help but ask, “Aren’t you afraid to die tomorrow?”
But he just shrugs at that. “We are all dying. It’s part of life.”
“But at least it should be at old age.” I frown at his calmness.
“Yeah, I guess. But it’s not for us to choose when we die. We only get to choose how we fight.” He kisses me tenderly, and his callused fingers roam across my body. “We both need some rest before tomorrow,” he says in a soft voice, his thumb trailing my lower lip.
I didn’t even notice the bubble we were in until he burst it. But there are no more than three hours until dawn. “Yeah, I should go.” I pull myself up, but he grabs me.
