Page 277 of Volik

My body shakes and trembles.

There’s so much of him.

Too much of him.

But I need all of it.

“The rest,” I gasp. “Give me the rest.”

The gravito intensifies its vibrations against my skin as it shifts. And lifts my hands from the ground.

My knees stay where they are.

Volik’s cock stays inside me.

And my top half lifts until my back is against Volik’s front.

“Is my mate hungry for more?”

I nod, moaning, past words.

Volik lifts his wrist to my lips. “Then take it.”

I sink my fangs into his flesh. And three things happen at once.

He shoves his dick impossibly deeper.

He wraps his fingers around one of my horns.

And his gravito presses against my belly, making me feel even fuller.

I cry against his skin. The intensity rides that razor edge of delicious pain.

“Feed,” Volik demands.

And I swallow.

Vanilla coats my tongue. Mint fills my lungs. And my body pulses with his energy.

His fingers stroke up my horn. And my nerves react like every bump over every ridge is him strumming my clit.

I arch my back.

He uses the movement to pull my head back even farther.

The tug against my skull is divine. And I moan around another mouthful of my mate’s milkshake blood.

The gravito morphs. The ropes disperse until the power covers my skin like a blanket.

“Give me everything, Nixy. I want your everything.”

His gravito pulses against every inch of me.

My core squeezes around him.

Then he licks up the length of my horn, his fingers flexing against the other one.

And I lose myself.