Page 145 of Decadence

Even if he had to destroy half the Universe.

Ikriss growled as her delicate fingers raked through his hair, only just missing the tips of his growing horns. He pulled away from her and uttered a single word in Kordolian.

“Lakalu.”

Release.

The safety restraints slipped away from her body.

She leaned forward.

He gently pushed her backward, his hands gliding over her breasts; over her pert little nipples, which were hard with arousal. He tucked one hand beneath the hem of her shirt and slid his hand up to the sensual curve of her breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb, letting out a deep rumble of satisfaction as he felt it harden a little more.

She whimpered.

With his other hand, he encircled her waist, holding her in place.

He tasted her again.

So sweet.

So ready for him.

His erection strained hard against his armor.

He sucked on her tender little clit.

She howled softly, writhing in his embrace.

He caressed her with his tongue, enjoying her complete and total surrender.

His.

Warm and soft and perfectly attuned to his every move.

The first sign of her climax was subtle. Her taste changed, becoming deeper and richer and utterly irresistible; an intoxicating drug that he could never get enough of.

Driven by instincts that he had no control over, he devoured her.

She cried out and slammed her palms against his emerging horn-buds.

Pain mingled with exquisite pleasure, driving him wild. The pain became pleasure.

Her entire body tensed. She wrapped her legs around him as a great shudder coursed through her.

There.

At last, he released her and stared up at her face.

Her eyes were closed. Her skin was coated in a faint sheen of moisture. Her golden hair was tousled. Her head was tipped back, lips parted, cheeks flushed with pink.

She was the most beautiful fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.

He held her in place until the last wave of climax left her body; until all the tension drained out of her, leaving her languorous and spent.

She opened her eyes and looked at him in wonder.

Neither of them spoke. Ikriss simply stood and uttered the command that made his exo-armor detach from his body. He pulled the pieces away as if shedding an old skin, letting them drop to the floor with soft thuds.

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