Page 98 of Decadence

Holy fucking moly.

A low, throaty moan escaped her lips.

Ikriss gently pushed her backwards, guiding her until they reached a space where the darkness wasn’t so deep. Now she could see the faint silver outline of his features.

“Wh-where are we?” she whispered.

“My personal quarters. Nothing and no-one will disturb us here. We will have all the time in the Universe.” He tucked one finger under the edge of her robe.

Shick. There was a soft rip and then her clothes fell away, revealing her naked body underneath. Her nipples tautened as she felt the cool air against her skin. Goosebumps rose on her arms.

Ikriss dropped to his knees before her and fervently whispered something in his native tongue. He ran his hands over her bare skin, sending a pleasant shudder through her.

His claws were still out. He didn’t seem to be able to control that part of himself right now. They raked over her exposed flesh, deadly but oh-so tender. Not once did he draw blood. Not once did he hurt her.

He would never harm her.

He leaned forward and rained kisses down her belly. He cupped her ass with his rough hands, pulling her closer.

He inhaled deeply.

A low, dangerous growl escaped him.

The natural thing to do right now was to take hold of his horns, so she did exactly that, curling her fingers around their black velvety lengths.

Ikriss let out a soft howl of pleasure, sending a warm flutter of breath across her bare skin.

Fascinated, she moved her hands up and down, staring intently at his face, which was only just visible in the scant light.

His eyes were closed. His lips were slightly parted, revealing the glint of his fangs. His expression was ecstasy and pain and need. He leaned in further, the tips of his horns nudging her soft skin.

He dropped kisses down her belly. He parted her legs with a gentle claw-tipped hand. He buried his face in the soft nest between her legs and took a deep breath.

A deep rumble reverberated through his chest.

Sienna whimpered as his tongue darted out, teasing between her slick, velvet folds.

It was like a spark to kindling, igniting a fire throughout her body. He was warm and velvety and wild and irresistible.

His lips closed over her warm, throbbing sex, sucking gently as he thrust his tongue deeper, finding her clit.

That touch made little supernovas explode inside her brain. She closed her eyes and became lost in the pure ecstasy of his touch. Writhing silently, she gripped his horns even tighter, pulling him toward her.

He growled dangerously.

She held him tighter.

The deadly tips of his claws grazed over her skin, but not once did he hurt her. He just caressed her, and the promise of pain—never delivered—somehow made her pleasure all the more intense.

He sucked.

He caressed.

He made tiny circles with his tongue.

Each and every motion was exactly what she needed.

How did he know how to do that?

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