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I barely have a second to reply, “Please” when Cyran buries his face between my thighs and plasters his long, wide tongue over my sex. He takes his time, slowly building me up again, spearing his tongue into my cunt, delivering loud, licking kisses to my clit, devouring every inch of me until my back rises off the bed and I come so hard that when I scream, I make no sound.
I’m a puddle, and I’m pretty sure I’ve made a puddle.
ChapterTwelve
Cyran
“It is time. You are ready to take me now,” I say, lifting her limp, flushed body onto my lap, her back to my front.
“Okay…”
“If you want me to keep going.”
“Yes, Cyran. Um, protection?” She looks back at me over her shoulder, her glassy eyes curious.
I think I know what this means. “It is unlikely that we will reproduce unless you are in your heat.”
She blushes. Even after I’ve had my greedy mouth between her legs, this can make her blush. She’s more charming by the minute.
“I'm not ovulating, if that’s what you mean, reindeer man,” she says with a sultry smile.
I groan against her back, kissing the bumps along her spine, enjoying the little shivers that gives her.
“Up,” I order her, and my good little Ivy comes up on her knees.
“Now bend forward a little so I can mount you, wife.”
She laughs but does as she’s told.
I sink my cock into her, inch by inch until I’m fully seated.
A curse erupts from my mouth as I’m overwhelmed with the sensation of her slickness gripping me tighter than I ever dreamed.
She squeezes impossibly tighter, and I let out a grunt of pleasure.
With my hands locked on to her thick hips, I begin to move her.
I’ve found my human. I’ve found my forever person. I’ve found my home.
ChapterThirteen
Ivy
I feel like a rag doll, in the best way possible.
I have given in to Cyran’s manipulations, trusting him to take care of me. He has my legs spread wide over his thighs, my feet hooked under his knees.
Up and down, in and out, again and again, Cyran ruts into me from behind. There is so much skin-to-skin contact that we slide together, my back and thighs sweating all over his damp chest and legs.
I can’t think of any way this would work naturally with a normal partner, but Cyran is anything but normal and natural.
He’s supernatural, driving into me with such power, while his strong hands pump me. Using me. I’ve never been so happy to be used.
Everything he does, every which way he moves me hits me in a new, mind-bogglingly perfect spot.
I close my eyes when the rhythm becomes a meditation.
I wish I could see his face.
