Page 45 of Chieftain
“Nuh-uh.” Emmy propped on an elbow, her full breasts swaying to one side. “It’s you. You’re just so sweet and gorgeous as hell. I want you to kiss me again.”
"I want to kiss you, too." I can't stop myself from admitting it.
Emmy holds out her hand, fingers undulating, and in that moment, nothing in the universe can keep me from her side. I settle beside her on the bed, groaning as she presses her breasts against my chest, planting teasing kisses and nibbles along my jawline. Her hands trail over my shoulders and down my chest. I'm so caught up in the sensations it's like a jolt of pure electricity when the back of her hand brushes where my cock strains against the fabric of my pants.
“Sweet one, you need to slow down.” I captured her hand, bringing it to my mouth and teasing her knuckles with a kiss.
“Why?” Emmy raised her gaze to mine. The heat in her green eyes is a flame that jumped from her body to mine, branding where it touches. “I really, really, really want to fuck you.”
Valana, have mercy!
No matter how many replies I conjured or how much I knew it wasn't wise to give voice to the desire churning through me, nothing but the truth fell from my lips.
“I really, really, really,reallywant to fuck you too.”
“Oh, goodie!” Emmy squirmed, rubbing her breasts against my chest.
“Not like this, myvika.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue, and I kissed her, hungry for her taste.
“But I’m horny!” Her lower lip rolled out in such a perfect pout; I couldn't resist nibbling on its fullness.
I felt a burning, ravenous energy for her as if my stomach had been emptied and replaced with an insatiable hunger. Her lips were plush against mine, my hands caressing the dips and curves of her body, fitting perfectly against me, despite the difference in our size. It's as if we were formed for this moment in time. And that's all I want; I want nothing else but feeling our bodies locked against one another, skin touching skin, heart beating against heart, breath mingling together until it's impossible to tell whose is whose.
But I can't have her.
Not like this.
Her desire for me might be real—please Valana, let it be real—but the effects of the bath inflame her actions.
I can't leave her like this, either. Toovis' words flashed through my head, and the threat of Emmy exploding clenched my gut with a sickening mix of desire and dread.
"I know, sweet one," I pressed my lips to her forehead, feeling a flush of fever. Capturing her face between my hands, I leaned my forehead against hers, deeply inhaling her floralscent, heavy with musky arousal. “When I claim you, I want it to be you and you alone, unaffected by anything but your desire for me.”
"Please, Khaion.” Her voice was a breathy moan, and for a split second, the lusty haze cleared from her eyes. When she spoke again, it was in a clear, soft voice. “I need you.”
“I know, myvika.” I kissed her again, lips trailing from her mouth to her cheek and down the curve of her jawline. “Will you let me ease you?”
Emmy’s thick lashes fluttered against her pale cheeks. Her hands stole around my neck, fingers wrapping in my hair like she feared I would pull away from her touch.
“How?” The question was faint, spoken between kisses.
“Let me taste you, sweet one," I murmured, my cock nearly exploding in anticipation. "I need to know if your taste is as exquisite as your scent."
Emmy’s eyes widened, the mist of arousal muting the color. “Please,” she whimpered against my lips.
Her soft sigh echoed as I pressed her back against the mattress, stretching over her, reveling in the sight of her creamy naked skin beneath me. Need, like nothing I've ever felt, takes control, and I kiss her hungrily, our tongues battling for dominance amid moans and gasps. She panted softly as I kissed her neck and over the curve of her shoulder, then dropped my mouth lower, sliding along her skin like a serpent to her breasts. I cupped one soft mound in my palm and teased the other with nibbles and kisses. Her salty-sweet taste bloomed on my tongue as I slid it over her stomach and across the curve of her hip.Feeling dizzy, my fingers slid between her silky thighs, parting them.
Sweet, mighty Valana!
If my life ended now—at this moment, with the dizzying scent of her arousal drowning my senses—I would count it a better death than dying in battle, as was the Vaktaire way.
Emmy’s entire body quivered beneath me as I ran my tongue over her, savoring her sweet, honeyed nectar. Her soft folds were like velvet, and I lapped at her essence with intense hunger.
“Khaion! Oh God, don’t stop!”
The sound of my name on her lips drove me into a frenzy. I traced the tip of my tongue around the tight bud near the apex of her thighs, savoring its moist heat. Emmy's fingers twisted into my hair, and her hips jerked towards me as a gasping cry left her lips. Part of Vaktaire's human studies included human anatomy. I knew the small pulsing nub beneath my tongue was her pleasure center, so I stayed there, tasting and suckling her sweet delight repeatedly, loving how she squirmed and moaned with pleasure.
The muscles of her thighs twitched under my grasp. Curling the fingers of my right hand and careful of my claws, I scraped gently down her inner thigh as I licked and sucked at her flesh, trying to take it all in—taste, scent, and feel. She tasted so good. Her soft whimpers make my heart pound against my ribcage.
