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“Come to me,” he urged.
A delicious scent hung on the air. Masculine and heady, with a hint of spice. It hit the back of my throat and saliva pooled on my tongue. Eyes rolling back, I gripped the bedpost as a wave of dizziness swept over me.
“Come here, Tu’Nazhja. I need to feel you.”
The deep timbre of his voice struck a sensitive chord that shot from somewhere deep inside my ears straight down to my core, and a warm, toasty sensation settled over me like a cozy blanket.
In some distant part of my mind, Vaszhago’s words from earlier echoed:In his state, he produces a particular pheromone.It must’ve been the scent in the air that had me feeling like I’d just sipped warm cocoa spiked with a shot of potent rum.
Stay away from his teeth, I mentally warned myself again as my feet compelled me closer. Standing alongside him, I could see his body trembling, and I rested my palm on his naked stomach, feeling his muscles twitch and flex beneath it.
“Yes.” His voice carried a violent edge of need that innervated a tremble through my muscles. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
I rested my second palm beside the first and ran my hands over his tightly coiled abs, my fingers dipping into the deep ridges of well-honed muscles. Lower and lower, until I brushed my fingers over the band of his pants, and when I glanced back at him, he lifted his head, his unpatched eye seemingly riveted on the path of my movement.As much as it troubled me to see him chained up, the sight of his big, intimidating body restrained to the bed sent another rush of arousal soaking my already damp panties.
Watching him, I snaked my hand beneath the band, and at the first palpation of his cock, a knot formed in my throat. Its girth made wrapping my fingers around him impossible, and its length had to be on par with his forearm, which I found myself staring at, as I ran a finger along his shaft. Jesus, the man was huge!
Tingles hummed over my fingertips as his vitaeilem traveled into my hand and up my wrist. Those tiny wicked sparks vibrated across my nerves and, like the sound of his voice, gathered between my thighs, fluttering like delicate wings low in my belly. I let out a soft grunt, mindlessly squeezing his shaft, while the electricity played between my thighs.
“Take it out,” he said in a husky tone, his voice oozing with a dark and wicked threat. “I want you to see what your touch does to me.”
Peeling back his pants set the beastly appendage free, and the sight of it resting against his stomach had me swallowing a gulp. For reasons I couldn’t understand, though, I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to feel the thick veins against my tongue, feel the blood pulsing as it hardened his cock. My lips tingled at the thought of his skin moving between them, those tiny electrical shocks tickling my tongue.
Yes, I wanted it.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs, and the taut hum of his body silently professed his need. With his thick cock in hand, I bent forward, and that spicy scent hit me again, my mouth watering for his taste. The moment my tongue pressed to the slick head, he bucked his hips on a hiss. I took him into my mouth, only just past his tip, before it hit the back of my throat, not even halfway down his shaft when the pressure jerked me forward on a gag. Pulling back up on a string of saliva, I tried again, forcing myself a little further than before, but choked a second time.
He bucked again, clearly anxious.
Taking him into my mouth a third time, I only reached a quarter of the way down his length before I gagged yet again with the threat of acids shooting up my throat.
Damn it, he was too big!It was clear I wouldn’t be able to pleasure him that way, and a quiet, mocking laughter echoed inside my head. A feeling of failure wormed its way beneath my skin, and my cheeks burned with the humiliation of it.
“Farryn, please. Gods, you’re killing me.” Jericho writhed beneath me, and he bit into one of his bound arms as he ground his cock against my palm still wrapped around his shaft.
“Jericho, I want to give you some relief, but–”
“That isn’t what I crave. I want to taste you. Give me your saericasz,”he said in a rough voice that sent another fluttery wave to my stomach.
Still feeling like a talentless slug, I slid off his body to the floor and slipped out of my panties, tossing them aside. The wild glint in his eye stoked tremors in my muscles, as I climbed back onto him, that time straddling his stomach and his cock, which rested against it.
He let out a sound of satisfaction, circling his hips beneath me. The wet glide of skin against my flesh mingled my arousal with his sweat, as he spread my juices over him.
“Sit on my face.”
The warmth of embarrassment heated my cheeks, but I crawled up his hard body. The stretch of his arms at either side of his head made straddling his face seem impossible, so I stopped at his chest. From there, he had to lift his head and could just barely reach the apex of my thighs.
“Closer,” he growled.
Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I scooted closer and rested my shins over his outstretched arms, my face only inches from the wall, which put my dreadfully weeping pussy right where he wanted it. “Am I hurting you?”
“Lift your gown,” he said, ignoring my question, and the shaky impatience of his voice sent another shiver down my spine.
I did as he asked lifting the white gown up to reveal my bare sex positioned directly over his mouth.
His unpatched eye shuttered, and when he prodded his nose over my clit, I jerked forward. Breathing deeply, he dragged his face over my sensitive flesh and let out a deep, rumbling sound of approval. “You smell fucking divine.”
The moment his lips clamped over me, I shot my hands out, gripping the top of the headboard, and let out a whimper. His hands curled into tight fists in the binds, and he lifted his head, kissing and sucking. Eating me like he was devouring a ripe, juicy peach with his lips. My stomach curled tight, my thighs squeezed his head, holding him there, and my jaw turned slack with a moan that wouldn’t come out.
