Page 59 of Shielded Heart 1
He tugged outward with both hands. The waistband tore like paper, leaving only a scrap of fabric draped over her mound. The tip of his tail trailed up the inside of her thigh and slipped around the cloth, brushing over the hairless flesh of her pelvis, to pluck the red fabric away.
Arcanthus slid one hand back to her inner thigh and flattened the other over her abdomen as his tail crept toward her sex again. “Keep those hands moving, little terran.”
Samantha had been so focused on his tail that she hadn’t realized she’d stopped caressing herself. She set her fingers into motion again, but her attention remained transfixedon his hands and tail. She never would’ve dreamed he could use his tail for…forthis. It was wicked.
The tip of his tail grazed her pussy, and her hips jolted in response. His breath was warm against her ear when he asked, “Do you want me to touch you there?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Command me,” he rasped. “Takefrom me.”
Squeezing her breasts in frustration, she released her lip and tried to roll her hips into his touch, but he pinned her in place with his hands. She’d never felt as much desire, as much need, as was coursing through her in that moment. Her limbs trembled, and her core clenched.
“Touch me, Arcanthus,” she pleaded. “Now. I need you, now.”
His tail brushed along her sex lazily, spreading her essence, while his hand slid down her abdomen. He cupped her pussy, spread her folds, and slipped his finger down her center. His fingertip traced a circle around her clit.
Samantha cried out, squeezing her breasts, as pleasure pulsed through her. He continued those maddening circles, slow and teasing, steadily building the staggering sensations. Heat coursed through her veins. Her lips parted as she panted, her brows dropping low. When she attempted to undulate her hips again, he tightened his hold on her, halting her efforts.
She stretched an arm up and wrapped it around the back of his neck. Her fingers delved into his long hair, clutching the dark strands in her fist. Her other hand grasped his metal arm. Her thighs and belly quivered with the overpowering sensations, which were still intensifying, winding tighter and tighter. The feeling was so strong it was frightening.
“Arc,” she moaned, tilting her head back. She turned her face toward him.
He met her gaze, but his central eye—the most devilish ofthem—remained focused on her body. His finger maintained its steady pace, circling her clit over and over.
“Please, Arc. It’s too much. I can’t…”
“Oh, but Samantha, youcan.” He spread her legs wider, and something nudged the entrance of her pussy. A second later, his tail filled her, sliding easily into her depths.
Samantha inhaled sharply. She tightened her grip on his hair as her sex clamped around his tail. She’d expected pain, had expected the burn of her tender flesh tearing, had expected the unforgiving bite of his fingertips in her skin as he drove into her relentlessly, but there was onlybliss.
Arcanthus moaned and rocked his hips against her.
“So hot, so soft…so tight,” he rasped.
His tail withdrew from her sex. The hollowness it left behind was agony, but Samantha couldn’t look away as he raised his tail to his mouth and slipped it between his lips.
It was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen.
Arc sucked on the tip of his tail, tilted his head back, and groaned before sliding it out. “Sodelicious.”
He touched the tip to her neck and slowly ran it down her body, trailing between her breasts and over her stomach before returning to her sex. His finger increased its pressure on her clit as his tail reentered her. He pumped in and out, enhancing her ever-growing pleasure.
Sam writhed upon him, her hips undulating in time with the thrusts of his tail and the strokes of his finger. Electric currents arced through her body. Her timid, throaty moans built in a crescendo, becoming overwhelmed cries. She was lost, drowning in sensation, in torment, in pleasure.
“Yes,” Arc said. “Scream for me, Samantha. Let the whole city know you are in the throes of ecstasy.” He pressed on her clit more firmly.
She gave in and let the sensationsovertake her.
White-hot pleasure burst inside her. She came with a guttural cry that quickly turned into a scream as his fingers and tail quickened. Heat flooded Samantha, and her body spasmed, locking up tight. She squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and reared her head, gritting her teeth as rapture tore her apart and pieced her together again. It was ruthless; it was blistering; it wassublime.
When the sensations finally diminished, Samantha’s eyes fluttered open.
Arcanthus was watching her with half-lidded eyes that—along with hisqal—glowed brighter than she’d ever seen. Hunger burned in his gaze. Slowly, he slipped out his tongue and slid it over his lips. His finger lazily circled Sam’s clit, easing her down from the heights of euphoria, and his tail remained inside her, keeping her satisfyingly full.
Samantha lay atop him, breathing raggedly, as her body shuddered in the aftermath of her climax.
Arc lowered his head and captured her mouth. His kiss was ravenous and bruising, brimming with desire. Samantha moaned against his lips.
