Page 141 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Is this all right with you, Lissa’ra?” he murmured, his voice a rough growl that vibrated straight through her body.

The pet name, spoken in that tone, unraveled her completely. It wasn’t just part of the act anymore—it felt like a claim.

“If… if you really want to,” she whispered back, the words barely audible, laced with the vulnerability of her old fear.

His eyes went lazy with a lust so deep it was almost sleepy. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips.

“You have no idea how much I want to,” he growled, the promise in his voice making her shiver. “Just open yourself for me, and let me taste you.”

A moan, soft and utterly involuntary, escaped Clair’s lips and all her uncertainty melted away. There was only need, trust, and an overwhelming desire to give him what he so clearly craved. With a shuddering sigh, she spread her thighs even wider, arching her back slightly off the table, offering herself completely.

Kaelus was clearly eager to take her up on her offer—he knelt between her legs.

Clair couldn’t get over the sight of the big Hybrid kneeling to taste her. With his broad, muscular shoulders, his golden eyes, and fangs, he might have been a monster from a fairy tale…and yet she trusted him implicitly.

Varell’s shadow shifted on the other side of the screen, a mirror to their actions.

“Begin as you would if you were kissing your goddess’s lips,” he instructed, his voice a calm contrast to the storm building deep inside Clair. “Let your kiss be long, slow, and loving. Let her feel your worship in the press of your mouth to her sacred core.”

Kaelus obeyed. Despite his obvious eagerness, he didn’t dive in. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her mound in a kiss that was deeply tender. He held it—a warm, firm pressure that made her gasp. Then he kissed her again, lower, on the outer lips of her pussy. And then again…each kiss a deliberate caress that traced the shape of her sex.

Clair’s head fell back, a broken sound catching in her throat. No one had ever touched her like this—like she was something precious to be savored. She’d never had a man worship her this way before…and she found that she loved it.

“Now, use your tongue,” Varell continued. “Broad strokes first. Spread her open and taste her. Learn her flavor and the places that make her moan.”

Clair bit her lip to keep from moaning as Kaelus’s tongue swept over her in a long, flat, languid lick from the very base of her entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit.

“Oh, God…” she whimpered, her hands flying to fist in the silver fabric. Having his mouth on her was so much more intense than his fingers. It was hot, wet, and almost unbearably intimate.

He did it again, and again, lapping at her with a growing hunger, groaning low in his throat as he tasted her. The vibrations of the sound against her sensitive flesh made her hips jerk helplessly in response to the extra stimulation.

“Good,” Varell said from the other side of the screen. “Now, focus on your goddess’s jewel. Circle it…tease it…then suckle it gently.”

Kaelus’s mouth zeroed in on her clit. He circled it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue…fast then slow, a dizzying pattern that had Clair crying out, her back bowing off the table. Then he sealed his lips over her sensitive little button and sucked, gently at first, then with more pressure.

“Yes! Kaelus, please!” she begged, the words torn from her. She was a writhing, pleading mess, lost in a world of sensation.

This can’t be real! He can’t be really doing this! her mind chanted, a frantic counterpoint to the pleasure. This is too good. He’s too good at this. I’m going to die.

Her hands, which had been clutching the silver sheet on the massage table, found their way to his head. Somehow, her fingers buried themselves in the thick, surprisingly soft strands of his dark hair. Clair didn’t try to guide him—she simply held on, trying to anchor herself as he utterly devoured her.

Then he did something Varell hadn’t instructed.

As his tongue lashed her clit, one of his hands, slick with oil and her own juices, slid down. She felt the gentle pressure of two long, thick fingers at her entrance. He paused for a fraction of a second, a silent question, and she bucked her hips in answer, a wordless yes, yes, now.

Kaelus pushed inside.

The stretch was exquisite—a perfect fullness that complemented the attention he was giving her clit. He began to move them, a slow in-and-out, and then…he curled them. He pressed upward, deep inside her, rubbing a spot that made her hips buck as a bolt of unexpected pleasure shot through her.

“Oh…oh my God!” Clair gasped.

Stars exploded behind her eyelids as he caressed and massaged her G-spot.

Clair could barely believe it. That mythical, elusive place that James had never even tried to find, that she’d convinced herself was a fantasy for women in romance novels… Kaelus had found it effortlessly. He rubbed it with a steady motion of his fingers while his mouth worked her clit, sucking and flicking as she moaned and tugged his hair.

“Oh my God, Kaelus… there—right there! Don’t stop…please, don’t stop!” she heard herself moaning, her voice high and desperate.

Her orgasm wasn’t just building—it was detonating—a supernova gathering deep inside her. She was pulling on his hair, grinding herself shamelessly against his mouth and his hand, completely consumed by her need for release.