Page 68 of Fractured Souls

“From becoming what I despise,” he said softly, his devious fingers going still, applying the gentlest of pressure, drawing out her need. “It’s not something I can really explain. With time, you’ll understand.”

“Ahh…” His words only half-registered. She was floating on a cloud of pleasure.

Fuck. Never before had a man left her so defenseless, so completely undone.

She opened her eyes again and saw him staring intently at her, his brow slightly furrowed. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Still holding out on me? Suit yourself.”

He kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck, his fangs grazing her soft skin just above the place where her carotid artery pulsed.

Shick. There was a soft sound, a rip, a tear, and suddenly her top was being peeled away from her warm body, and the cool air hit her, making all the places he kissed feel like a trail of molten bliss, and still he kept kissing her, moving lower, his hot mouth sucking gently on her collarbone, her chest, her left nipple…

Ohh… How he caressed that stiff, warm, tender point with his lips, his tongue, awakening sensations in her body that set her on fire and made millions of tiny stars explode in her mind.

He went lower still, trailing kisses down her belly, lingering over the spot where she’d once sported terrible scars.

With every kiss, he erased memories of Kordolian cruelty.

He went down over her lower belly, over her thighs, reaching her slick entrance. She was ready for him… no, beyond ready. He inhaled deeply, a low growl emanating from his throat. His hands slid over her waist, her hips, her thighs, her ass…

Especially her ass.

He kissed her down there, dipping his tongue between the silken folds of her sex, teasing out the most delicious sensations.

She gasped, digging her fingers into the soft surface of the bed, arching her back.

Nythian went deeper, faster, his lips tender and firm.

It was pure magic.

He found her clit, sucked on it, toyed with it, ran the tip of his tongue over it, sending her into another stratosphere.

She wrapped her legs around him.

He took her higher.

It wouldn’t take much now to tip her over the edge. This was pure heaven.

“Oooh,” she gasped as the first ripples of climax coursed through her.

Ripples became waves. Waves turned into an earthquake.

She twisted and writhed, clenching her legs tighter, pushing against him with great force as she came, but he was immovable.

He simply held her until the orgasm ran its course, and when it was over and the tension was draining out of her body like an ebbing ocean tide, she finally opened her eyes and looked at him.

He was still… very still. His eyes burned in the shadows. The look on his face was a mixture of satisfaction and deep, deep hunger.

What the fuck just happened?

It was crazy. It was beautiful.

She lay back, trembling with the aftershocks of climax.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he rumbled. He rose up on his knees, treating her to the full, glorious sight of his chiseled torso.

His erection was massive. So Kordolian anatomy wasn’t too different from human, huh? Except there was one difference.

There it was… a raised ridge extended along his cock from tip to base, seemingly designed just for her. Before she realized what she was doing, her body moved of its own volition. She rose up on her knees and he pulled her toward him, his powerful arms locking around her waist, strong fingers running up her back, her neck, over her cropped hair…

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