Page 350 of Halfblood Deceived

He gripped her thighs slightly harder in reassurance, in a silent ‘I’ve got you,’ and then licked a short path lower, sliding his hot, skillful tongue inside her.

Aella’s brain all but short-circuited like the previous time he did that during that blissful afternoon they’d spent in her room.

Her thoughts were mostly scattered. His tongue is inside me. His… tongue. Inside me.

It felt sinful, decadent, and perfect, and Aella was lost again. She pressed her forearm against her mouth to muffle her cry. It only half worked.

“Oh, gods,” she murmured when she regained her speech abilities. Her voice sounded slightly different, and she idly noticed her fangs were half down.

“Indeed,” Zeydan said, sounding pleased.

Aella looked down, and goddess, the sight of him—messy-haired, slitted pupils dilated, lips, nose, and chin shiny, so hard…

“Are you ready for more?” he asked, running soothing hands up and down her thighs.

Aella nodded. “Yes.”

Zeydan smiled, double canines flashing, and settled between her legs again.

Aella bit her lip, running her fingers through his hair, heart beating impossibly faster with anticipation. He gave her sensitized cluster of nerves a gentle lick, then another. One finger circled her entrance, teasing and soothing—Aella lifted her hips in invitation. Zeydan took it, sliding his finger inside her.

Aella lost a breath. It felt good.

Zeydan drew slow circles with his tongue, just a bit tighter every time, and then moved his finger, massaging, searching for something… And he definitely found something after a minute. She gasped, savoring the unexpected, deeper sensation of pleasure. Her thighs parted further automatically, searching for more, and her body yielded to his touch.

Zeydan’s shifted eyes met hers, a silent question there.

Aella exhaled a long breath and nodded.

He licked her a bit firmer then, speeding the movements of his tongue and finger.

Aella moaned. It felt so good. She pushed her hips forward, needing… “More,” the word dropped from her mouth, part demand, part plea, and completely doubtless.

Zeydan added another finger.

Aella clenched her teeth not to cry out. Her chest rose and fell faster, low moans escaped her. “Yes. Yes.”

Zeydan slid his fingers deeper before drawing back to tease that tender spot that made Aella squirm. He never stopped the circling caresses of his tongue. Again and again. His movements took speed at the tempo of the needy sounds dropping from her mouth and the roll of her hips. He didn’t try to hold her down for a second, letting her take what she wanted—what she needed. Aella felt intoxicated and indulgent.

Her orgasm built steadily stronger than her previous ones. She wanted to fall into it and to delay it at once, but the sensations were too much, too new, too perfect, and she climaxed with a low cry. White light exploded behind her closed eyelids. She was half aware of her hand in Zeydan’s hair as her body shuddered with the sparking waves of pleasure leaving her core.

But it was more than physical pleasure. More than satiating her primal hunger. She was no poet, but the only way she could have possibly described the storm of relief-love-desire raging inside her, binding them together, swallowing them whole, would be through poetry.

Her reason returned slowly. She licked her lips, still moaning low with every exhalation, and opened her eyes with what felt like tremendous difficulty. But it was worth it. It would have been criminal to miss the sight of Zeydan kneeling between her legs, hair a mess, cheeks slightly pink, licking his fingers clean. Her eyes strayed down to his hard, flushed, glistening erection.

Something tightened, greedy and desperate, inside her core.

“I want you inside me,” she said plainly, too blissed out and still full of desire to feel embarrassed.

“And I can’t wait to be inside you.” He smiled. “I took a contraceptive potion, and you?”

Aella nodded. “I found a case in the bathroom along with… other stuff.”

Zeydan smiled. “Best not to think about how it got there.”

“Little invisible fairies put it there,” Aella agreed. “The universe materialized it from thin air.”

He laughed. “Exactly. Do you want me to wear a condom?”

---