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Could she sense how I ached for her? How badly I wanted to taste her pleasure on my tongue, feel her writhe and gasp and whimper beneath me as I—
We reached for each other in the next instant, meeting halfway, our lips coming together in a clash of tongue and teeth. She knelt above me on the mattress, settling between my thighs as though she belonged there.
I felt her everywhere.
Her lips on my neck, her fingers in my hair, her thigh against my pussy. I felt each scrape of her fangs, each suckle of her lips, each tug of her fingers in my hair, each calculated rock against my core. I relished the sharp pangs of desire coiling and sparking in my belly.
When her lips settled on my breast, my back bowed in a surprised burst of pleasure.
This time, I thought deliriously. This time is for real. Not just to heal me.
“That’s...that’s so good. Again. Please, again.”
Cedra suckled, tongue, teeth and fangs drawing different sounds of pleasure from my throat. “Right there. Your fangs...gods, they’re so sharp. No, don’t stop, don’t stop...”
Despite my strangled words of pleasure, Cedra seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Each swirl of her tongue and scrape of her fangs built my pleasure to such a quivering fever that I thought I would fall apart just from her attention to my breasts.
But just as I teetered on the edge, she pulled away, turning her attention down my stomach.
“Wait, what...” I cried weakly, my fingers at the back of her head trying to bring her back to my breast.
“Please.” The word was a broken moan.
“I’ll give you what you want, ’mara. But on my terms.” Her voice was lower now, just a growl. Her eyes bore into mine. “I’ve waited so long for this. For you. Let me take my time.”
I nodded eagerly, but I don’t think my mind comprehended what she said because what left my mouth was: “Okay, but hurry!”
She laughed, soft breaths of air against my belly.
“Put a pillow under your head so you can watch me,” she instructed and I scrambled to do as she said.
She settled more comfortably between my legs, her arms twining around my thighs and spreading them wide for her ministrations. My cheeks heated as she took a minute to simply stare at me, fangs extended. There was such lust in her eyes, such hunger. Gods, I’d never felt more beautiful, more wanted than I did at that moment.
“Keep your eyes on mine,” she instructed, and I nodded quickly, anything to feel that talented tongue on me again.
But she took her time. She made me wait. She nuzzled the skin on my inner thighs, drawing shocked goose bumps from my skin. Her breaths were deep and even, as though she was trying to absorb my scent into her body. As though she were memorizing each unique note of my pussy. As though she wanted me to be a permanent part of her.
I’ve never considered myself an impatient person. Most of the crafts I favored took a lot of time, and I thought I’d built up a reservoir of patience from that alone. But each moment she avoided my clit and nuzzled around my most sensitive areas, I could feel my patience dissolve.
Because, gods, I wanted her urgently. I wanted her with a need so deep that it scared me. A need that seemed to flow from my body to my heart, creating a yearning for her tongue where I needed it most.
I could feel my thighs quivering with the effort to keep my pelvis tilted. There was really no need since Cedra’s arms were twined around my thighs but I couldn’t help my body’s natural instincts to move towards pleasure. Especially when I knew pleasure was there, just out of reach. Being held back from me.
I could barely recognize my voice, reduced to primal moans as she teased me, her arms holding me captive on the mattress.
