Page 207 of Volik

“Hurry.” I groan, rubbing my cheek against hers. “Give me what I want.”

I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her tight.

“Volik.” She arches her back, moaning. Then she reaches up to where I’m curled over her shoulder and grips my horns again. “Oh. Fuck.”

She tugs harder.

I tip my head forward.

And when she starts to clench.

When I can feel her about to tip.

I lightly drag the sharp tips of my fangs down the side of her neck.

Her grip pulses around my horns.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers.

And her clit throbs against my palm.

I keep going.

I keep taking.

And only when she starts to tremble do I let up.

Nix slumps against me, panting from the intensity.

My dick is still achingly hard.

Still in desperate need of more.

But my girl is sated. And that is enough.

I kiss her temple, my own breath heavy. Then I drag my hand up and out of her panties and lift it to my mouth.

Nix drops her hands from my horns and turns to face me as I push my fingers into my mouth.

My eyes close at the taste of her release.

Fingers open my pants.

I open my eyes.

And I watch Nix sink to her knees.

She tips her head back, looking up at me as she tugs down the front of my pants.

“You do not have to.” I am speaking the truth, but my voice is thick with lust.

“I need to.” Nix struggles to get my dick free. “Volik, I need to. Help me.”

My body thrums with her honesty.

She is telling the truth.

She needs to.