Page 78 of The Delver
His hand slid down to her neck, circling it, his thumb caressing her collarbone. “You are no burden. You are strong, and you always have been. All of us break sometimes. If we do not stop to mend, to heal, we will break again in a small time, like stone being chipped away.”
Callie sniffled, and once more let out a deep exhalation, this one much calmer than the last. She did not look away from his brilliant blue eyes, which chased away the darkness.
When his fingers encountered the healing bite marks on her shoulder, he purred, lightly tracing them and sending tingles through her. “I gave you my words, my bond. I will keep yousafe, my sweetnyleea,my suncrest. I claimed you, you are mine, and nothing will take you from me. Not even the Eight.”
His hand moved down her chest, and his palm grazed her nipple through her top. Callie started and drew in a sharp breath as his touch sent an unexpected rush of pleasure straight to her core.
Urkot quickly lifted his hand, his eyes flaring as his mandibles sagged. “I am s?—”
Callie caught his wrist. “No. Please.” She drew his hand back to her chest, cupping his fingers around her breast. “Touch me. I…I need to feel you. I need to feel this.”
She needed a distraction. Needed to forget that they were trapped, needed to forget that their lives were at risk.
She needed him.
Urkot’s fingers flexed, both on her breast and on her knee, and his mandibles rose. He released another low purr. “Ah, Callie…”
And then his hand moved. It wasn’t gentle; it was firm, purposeful. He squeezed her breast, kneaded it, and Callie was like clay, yielding to his touch. She arched her back with a sigh.
“So soft,” Urkot rumbled.
He lifted his hand. Hooking the string of her top with a claw, he tugged it down, cutting through it. The fabric parted, freeing her breasts.
Urkot touched the tip of that claw to her nipple, making it harden. Callie’s breath hitched.
He crooned and circled the nub with his claw. She shivered at its light scrape over her sensitive skin.
“Urkot…” she whispered.
“I love the way your lips shape my name.” Closing his fingers over her nipple, he pinched it hard.
Callie gasped, body bucking as her clit twitched. But his arm around her waist kept her in place. Heat pooled low in her belly,and she could feel her slick gathering, could feel it seeping her from pussy.
“And the way your body sings for me, my suncrest.” His claspers curled around her thigh.
She clenched his arm as he rolled her nipple between his fingers over and over, creating a maelstrom of pleasure and pain. Her heart raced with the delicious torment he was unleashing upon her.
Urkot drew in a heavy inhalation and released it in a long, low growl. “I smell your desire.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I need you to touch me more.”
Cradling her breast, caressing it, Urkot slowly ran his lower hand up her thigh.
Her skin prickled in the wake of his touch as it moved closer and closer her to her pussy. Breath rapid with her growing desire, Callie spread her legs, opening herself to him.
His fingers were light on her sex, almost delicate, as though he were afraid to hurt her. He traced her labia in gentle strokes, exploring her, and Callie’s channel clenched as shivers of delight swept through her.
She needed that finger inside her.
His finger dipped to her entrance. Urkot groaned as he spread her slick around and pumped the pad of his finger shallowly in and out of her. “Your pussy is so wet. Wet for me.”
“It is,” Callie moaned, undulating her hips. “It’s all for you.”
“It is all mine. You are mine.” He nuzzled her hair as he circled her entrance. “Give me more.”
Whispers of pleasure spiraled through her, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. And God, she was so wet her slick was dripping down her ass. Whatever chill had overcome her before had long since been banished by the fire burning beneath her skin.
When his finger trailed up and grazed her clit, Callie cried out with the shock of ecstasy. “There! Oh fuck, Urkot, touch my clit.”
