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“Yes, Sir—I think so.” Sonya nodded. “But…the other breast hurts too.”

“Show me where,” Davrik directed.

“All of it,” Sonya told him. “But…especially the, uh, the nipple.”

“Then I’ll heal all of it, especially the nipple,” he rumbled. And ducking his head, he began licking her right breast as well.

Sonya didn’t know how long they spent with her straddling his lap and the big Kindred licking and sucking her breasts but it was long enough for her to get extremely hot and wet. She squirmed impatiently in his lap, feeling the hard ridge of his cock brushing against her open pussy through the thin black sleep trousers he wore. It felt so good she couldn’t stop herself from grinding on him—scooting down to rub her aching clit hard against his long, thick shaft.

If Davrik noticed this, he didn’t say anything about it. He simply kept licking and sucking her breasts and nipples until at last he seemed to finish. He looked at her, his pale blue eyes blazing.

“Where else are you hurt, baby girl?” His deep voice was a soft growl. “Show me so I can heal you.”

Sonya bit her lip.

“Lower,” she admitted. “On…on my stomach.”

“Going to have to lay you down so I can reach you,” Davrik told her. “Is that all right?”

She nodded.

“Yes—I trust you.”

His gaze softened and he cupped her cheek for a moment.

“Thank you, Sonya—that means a lot to me.”

Then he repositioned her on the bed and leaned over her.

Sonya showed him where the burning was and he bathed her torso with long sweeps of his tongue. She sighed in relief as she felt the tingling coolness of his Essence healing her. But before she knew it, he was finished and looking at her expectantly.

“Where else, baby girl?” he asked. “Where else do you need to be healed?”

Sonya looked at him uncertainly. She wasn’t sure if he would want to heal her everywhere. After all, some of the horrible black ichor had gotten into her pussy slit. Davrik had talked about “tasting” her in the past, but had he really meant it? She’d never been with a man who actually wanted to go down on a woman, no matter what they said, so she was hesitant to tell him about this last place.

“This is about healing,” he reminded her, almost as though he was reading her thoughts. “Don’t be shy, baby girl—tell me where it hurts.”

“Well…” Sonya took a deep breath and pointed to the top of her slit. “Here,” she admitted. “But if you don’t want to—”

“Of course I want to!” Davrik interrupted. “Here—time to reposition again.”

He pulled her down so that she was lying with her legs hanging over the side of the bed. Then he knelt on the floor in front of her and looked up.

“Can you be a good girl and open your legs for me, Sonya?” he murmured in that deep, rumbling voice of his. “Can you let me heal your soft little pussy?”

God! Sonya felt her breath catch in her throat as a bolt of pure desire shot through her. How could he make her so hot just by talking that way? But something in his commanding tone spoke to something deep inside her and made her want to melt.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, parting her legs. “Please…heal me.”

“With pleasure, baby girl,” he rumbled. “Now just relax for me.”

Sonya tried to do what he said as he ran his big, warm hands up and down her inner thighs, coaxing her to open even more. As he did, she could feel her pussy lips opening as well, showing off her aching clit which throbbed for attention.

“Good girl,” Davrik murmured, framing her pussy with his long fingers. “Gods, look how wet you’re getting for me.”

Sonya shifted her hips, feeling embarrassed.

“I…I can’t help it. When you, uh, sucked my nipples…”

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