Page 61 of Unfinished

He blinked a few times, his nictitating eyelid sliding horizontally like it did when he first woke in the morning and blinked away the sun. He let go of her skirt and rubbed his eyes before smiling faintly. “Forgive me, Sienna. Excuse my ramblings.”

He stood up slowly and then offered her his arm.

She leaned against him and placed her hand in his, welcoming the warmth of his scaled forearm against her skin. They took their time walking through the courtyard, and by the time they’d climbed the first ramp, Sienna was feeling more like herself. She was glad. It’d been fun to dance and let the buzz from themaestacarry her away for a bit, but she wanted to remember everything that happened next.

When R’kash stopped before the heavy door to his chambers, it took her back to that very first night in Evathi with the little corn husk dolls and the beads and garlands. The first time they did more than kiss, the first time they’d seen each other’s faces in the throes of pleasure—now they’d have another first together.

“Come inside, Sienna.” R’kash held the door open and waited for her to step through.

She glanced up at him and looked back to the moonlit chamber. Moon and starlit. It was bright enough for her to see everything she needed to—the regal planes of R’kash’s face, the way his muscles tightened and rolled as he moved, the darkness of his expanding pupils.

The door thudded as it shut behind them. R’kash let his robes slide to the floor, his rattle growing louder as he stopped to look at her. His chest lifted with each breath, and he looked like a wild creature about to break free, like she was finally about to reach the untamed man trapped beneath the surface.

She turned around, offering her back. Then she motioned towards the gilded belt at her waist. “Help me,” she told him.

His rattle was as loud as a motor as he stepped up behind her. His fingers worked at her back until the heavy belt fell free, and then he moved onto the bodice, reaching around until his hands were over her stomach, unfastening the front closures. The fabric hung loosely from her shoulders, and he stroked his fingertips along her sensitive skin from her navel to the band of her bra before he circled her nipples over the fabric. He rested his open mouth against the side of her neck, letting his fangs tease the possibility of a bite.

She wanted him to do it. She didn’t want to wait. She reached back and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his mouth harder against her skin. He hissed against her and turned his face to the side.

“No,” he whispered before he stripped the bodice down her arms and flung it to the floor. “Not yet.”

The skirt came next, slipping down her legs as soon as he untied the waistband. He pulled her underwear away from her hip with one finger, and the cool glide of his knife against her skin gave away his intentions before the rip of the fabric. The same treatment on the other side allowed him to pull the thin scrap of fabric loose from between her legs, but he rubbed her first, the soft cotton between them, waiting until his finger was wet before he balled up the underwear and threw it over his shoulder.

She quickly unclasped her bra before he could destroy that, too, and then she spun around to face him. The tension in his face made him look almost angry, but she wasn’t scared. Tasha had told her the Xithilene were too intense for her taste, but Sienna reveled in it. It made her feel powerful to be the focus of all of that hunger and need, that fierce desire that left R’kash looking almost feral.Take me, break me, claim me—make me yours.Maybe the problem with Edgar was that she’d never been truly inspired. His lukewarm attempts at passion had never burned hot enough to pull a real response from her.

The piercings on the dual-headed tip of his cock gleamed in the moonlight where it rose between the center fold of his kilt. Just seeing that little bit of him made her want to drop to her knees and taste, but tonight was for more. Tonight, she was finally going to feel him inside of her, and she was going to discover what every curving spike along his shaft felt like as he pumped in and out until they both lay breathless and broken on that big, dark bed of his.

“Take off your belt and kilt. I want to see all of you,” she told him as she put a knee on the bed and climbed up, settling directly in the center and stretching her arms out behind her as she waited for him to join her.

His black feathers snapped up so hard they shook. His tongue extended as he scented the air. His fingers worked at his belt, and he held it out to the side, his lips lifting up on one side as he let it drop. Her shoulders jumped at the sound as her legs clenched in anticipation. He unfastened his kilt, and it separated down the middle as he unwrapped it to reveal his naked body like a gift.

R’kash lifted his arms up as he shoved his hands into his feathers, tipping his head back and revealing the gleaming column of his neck. His entire body shimmered in the low light like a work of art. No human sculptor could’ve done better. She’d almost decided to go to him, unable to resist the urge to touch him all over those ridges and valleys carving his muscles, but he dropped his hands and narrowed his gaze on her, pinning her still. Then he leapt onto the bed, landing on all fours, trapping her legs in place.

He lowered his face to her stomach, dragging the side of his cheek down over her hip until he stopped just above her pubic hair. Then he moved down lower and inhaled deeply. She felt the barest flicker of his tongue before he stalked his way up her body, planting his hands above either side of her head. He was there, heavy and hard, pressing lightly between her legs, teasing her mercilessly, but he didn’t move. He watched her as he breathed, his chest working in and out, abs rippling as he fought to stay still.

“I want to remember this moment forever.”

His voice did things to her—dangerous things. When he spoke to her like that, it made her want to offer him anything he wanted. No promise, no sacrifice would be too great if he only asked in that deep, hypnotic voice.

He thrust forward—just a little. Sienna lifted her hips and shivered at the feel of him stretching her. She kept moving, urging him to just let go and give them both what they needed. Her own excitement made him slick, and each time she chased more of him, she drew him in deeper.

“Please, R’kash. Don’t make me wait any longer. I need to feel you,” she begged, hands frantic as she tried to settle on a single place to touch him. Everything felt so good beneath her fingers—his smooth scaled sides, his firm chest, the muscular glory of his strong back. She’d never get enough of him, never have the time to savor all of him.

He was big, thicker than she’d ever had before, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to ease into it. She didn’t want him to be careful. She thrust her hips up again, and this time he didn’t hold back. She gasped as he pushed forward, his eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing into her body. His rattle thrummed powerfully enough to make his entire body quiver, and she cried out as he slid in all the way to the root, his pelvis vibrating as he pressed against her skin. He wasn’t even moving yet, and she was racing towards the edge, her body readying itself to shatter around that perfect cock.

His eyes closed and his brow drew tight as he inhaled and pulled out until only the head remained inside of her. She could feel the smooth metal from his piercings teasing her, and she clenched harder around him, making him groan and shiver.

“You feel so good,” she told him as she rocked her hips, lifting her knees back to urge him deeper.

He moved with her, sinking back inside, making her writhe beneath him.

“You feel better,” he said in his raspy, passion roughened voice.

She reached for his face, pulling him down towards her. “No more talking,” she whispered against his lips, and then they both moaned as he moved.

They kissed as he set a steady rhythm, and she could feel those spiraling spikes smooth down with each inward push and resist each time he retreated. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so full before, so saturated in sensation. She could still taste the smoke and honey on their tongues, the flavor of themaestaintensifying briefly like an echo of that first taste.

Being with R’kash was like a fantasy. It didn’t seem real that she could feel so good, so free. She wasn’t worried about the little jiggle of fat in her thighs or embarrassed about the wet, unmistakably carnal sounds of their lovemaking. There was no room in her mind for those old insecurities, not when R’kash took up all of the space, forcing out the fear.

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