The packing peanuts are acting as bumpers and part of me wants to take them off. I want him closer. Closer than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.
Then he presses his mouth against me and licks and sucks with new fervor. My feet lift until my toes curl around the rungs of the unsteady stool.
Kai keeps his wrists crossed and his hips gently pump as if fucking the air, thinking about me.
“Fuck Cinder, you are so hot. So delicious. I’ll do anything you want,” he says with his mouth still full of fang bumpers and my cunt.
“Take off the packing peanuts.” It comes out a whisper and even I wouldn’t be sure I’ve said it, except that Kai goes deathly still. He looks up at me again.
“Are you sure?”
No.
Yes.
I’m not sure
I swallow over the planet-sized lump that’s suddenly sprouted in my throat.
Keeping his lips glued to mine is an easier way to feel safe, but down there with my femoral artery pumping so close to his face. . .
He could kill me in seconds. The pain he could cause if he lost control. . .
I know he wants my blood. He pretends to be in perfect control, but I recognize when bloodlust turns his pupils into massive pools of ink and has his nostrils flaring.
Charming wants me. He wants me in every physical manner. He wants to eat me.
And fae lords help me, part of me wants to let him.
Unable to find my voice, I can only nod.
I’ve learned his Adam's apple slides down then back up his throat only when he’s under extra duress and I find it hypnotizing every single time.
“You have to say it,” he says far too seriously.
I expect a pithy nickname. I’m almost angry he doesn’t throw one out. He’s not letting me out of the weight of this moment where he gets my consent.
It’s a big deal. We both know it, but I want him to joke and pretend it’s not.
“Yes.”
It costs me to say it out loud.
Or maybe the price will be collected later.
Keeping his hands behind his back, Kai doesn’t break eye contact. He tongues the puffy peanuts off his fangs and spits one after the other onto the ground.
Those pupils grow even larger, so there’s only the thinnest band of maple brown framing them.
Unencumbered, he presses his mouth against me again and there are more points of contact. I'm engulfed with even more fervor and hunger than before. He moans and licks and sucks until lava-infused spirals curl through my belly and I can’t catch my breath.
He eats me out like a starving vampire. Like he’ll die if he stops. Like he’s unable to stop.
The stool creaks under me as my hips rock underneath his mouth. The tension coils and stretches, reaching up, up and up until I’m begging.
“Please. Please, please, please Kai.” The words tumble over each other in an incoherent mess. “I have to come.”
He throws my legs over his shoulders, and I have to cling to the back edge of the stool to keep upright. He latches onto my clit, while a finger slides into me. I cry out.
