Page 99 of Shielded Heart 1
She started when he nipped the bud with his fangs—it sent a bolt of pleasure-pain straight to her pussy that made it clench in need.
She lifted her head and looked down at him. His center eye met her gaze as he placed a kiss upon the abused nipple before moving to the other. She watched, eyelids heavy, as he laved attention on her breasts, pulling her nipples into his mouth and sucking until they were sensitive and red, and she was a squirming, whimpering, helpless creature, trapped in his hold. Part of her felt like she could come from this alone, but it wasn’t enough.
She wantedmore.
Neededmore.
As though reading her mind, Arc’s mouth trailed down between her breasts and across her stomach. He dropped his hands to her hips and hooked his fingers under the waistbands of her leggings and panties. He drew them down slowly at first, his hands leaving tingling heat in their wake as they bared the skin of her pelvis, and moved his mouth lower until his lips were just above the cleft of her sex. He kissed her there. It wasa feather-light caress, and she instinctively lifted her hips toward him.
Then he pulled the leggings down to her ankles in one smooth, quick motion.
She lifted her feet one at a time so he could remove those last pieces of clothing, and once she was fully bare, he ran his hands back up, cupping her calves, brushing his fingertips over the backs of her knees, following the outsides of her thighs.
His breath was warm and soft against her flesh. Sam trembled in anticipation. His nose brushed along her slit, and he inhaled deeply, his hands tightening on the backs of her thighs.
“I am going todevouryou, Samantha,” he growled.
Arcanthus rose, shifting his hands up to her ass. He lifted Sam off her feet and set her down on the edge of the desk, shoving her thighs apart. Sam’s eyes widened at the feral look on his face, and she barely had time to catch herself as he dropped onto his knees, wrapped his arms around the undersides of her thighs, and yanked her closer to his hungry mouth.
Her lips parted in a sharp gasp as his tongue delved into her sex. She leaned back on her arms, hands flat atop the desk, unable to tear her eyes away from him as he kissed and licked her center, avoiding her clit—the one place she needed him the most.
Pleasure washed over her. She tightened her legs around him, eager to draw him closer, but he was as unmoving as a mountain.
Samantha moaned when his tongue speared her. He growled; the vibrations from the sound rumbled through her, teasing her, amplifying every sensation, but it wasn’t enough. She shook with need and shamelessly rocked against his mouth, but still he ignored her clit.
He was keeping her at the cusp, right on the edge, balanced on the fine line between tormentand rapture.
His eyes met hers; they were shining with lust, gleaming with wicked promise of what was to come.
She knew what he was waiting for. Knew what he wanted her to do.
Sam reached out with one hand and grasped his horn. “Please, Arcanthus,” she begged. “My clit. Make me come.”
Arcanthus chuckled huskily. “Oh, my lusty little terran, I thought you’d never ask.”
He spread her thighs wider, and slowly—maddeningly—circled her clit with his lips. He gradually sucked it into his mouth, thrilling her with little flicks of his tongue; each graze of that sensitive nub made her hips buck.
The tip of his tail brushed against her ankle and slid up the inside of her leg. As it moved higher, he increased the strength of his tongue. Samantha’s brows fell, and her toes curled, the building sensation within her soaring to new heights. She forced her eyes to remain open, forced herself to watch him.
When he slipped the tip of his tail into her pussy and sucked hard on her clit, Samantha came undone; she threw her head back and cried out in sweet agony.
She squeezed her eyes shut as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. Her body tensed, and Arc thrust his tail deep, over and over, as her sex—quivering with a flood of heat—clamped down on it. Tugging on his horn, she pulled him close and ground herself against his mouth and tail. She paid no mind to the sounds escaping her.
All that mattered was the searing pleasure consuming her entire being.
“Arc…please—ah! Oh, God!”
Her arm gave out beneath her, and she fell back atop the desk. His hold on her legs prevented her escape as she writhed. She came again suddenly, and her eyes flew open; all she could see were star-like bursts of light in the dimroom.
Arc finally released her clit and withdrew his tail. He lazily lapped at her and released a deep hum of appreciation. When he placed a kiss against her sensitive clit, she jumped at the quick burst of sensation. He stood up, forcing her to release his horn, and slid his hands up her thighs and past her pelvis to curl his fingers around her hips.
Looming over her, he flashed his fangs in a devilish smile.
“You are glorious when you succumb to pleasure, Samantha.”
He dropped a hand to his cock, and she watched avidly as his writhing tendrils swept over the moisture coating her inner thighs. They shifted to her sex, caressing her folds and clit, eliciting another moan from her. Arc grasped the base of his shaft, and the tendrils drew together. He guided their tips to her opening. Flexing his hips, he pushed into her.
“Oh, my precious flower.” Arc returned his hand to her hip. He tightened his grip on her and pulled her closer, feeding himself into her body. “You are perfect. So…ah—.”
