Page 71 of Primal Hunger
It’s work to allow her the slow and torturous exploration of my body. She starts with my skull, drawing her soft fingers along the bones and the bottom of my eye sockets. Along my hornsfrom base to tip and then down my sinewy neck to my shoulders. The juncture where the skull meets fur.
I growl, and she stills, her gaze lifting to mine. “Am I hurting you?” she asks.
“The opposite, little human.”
It feels too good to put into words. Never before has anyone, human or Grim, done such a thorough job of seeing me. My cock aches for attention.
What does Erin think?
What sort of ideas form inside her mind, what machinations?
What will she do with her new knowledge?
We lie facing each other, and from this position, the height difference between us is not as noticeable. The more she touches me, the harder my cock grows, until I’m aching to bury myself inside her tight little cunt.
To lose myself in the sensations of her.
Her scent blossoms into something deeper and headier, that mixture of floral and mint I find absolutely intoxicating, along with the musk of her arousal.
I love the way her wetness tastes on my tongue.
If I could live on that alone, I might be able to survive for so much longer.
She drags her nails down my chest toward my hips and the curve of my erection. “You’re huge.”
“And terrifying,” I add.
Much to my surprise, she laughs and shakes her head. “You aren’t as scary as you think you are. At least, not to me.”
“Then, I must try harder. You’re supposed to say I’m the stuff of nightmares”
Her breath hitches in her chest. “Then, why do you make me so wet?”
I draw my hand toward the juncture between her thighs and feel her desire through the thin material of her pants. “You arealways dripping for me. It is one of the things I like most about you.”
Erin continues her tender exploration of my body, teasing me with it, every flick of her fingers across my fur and skin. Finally, she sighs and wraps both hands around my cock, starting at the base and slowly sliding her fingers upward.
My heart contracts and stops beating before resuming its frantic and uneven pace.
I clamp down on my back molars to keep from exploding much too soon. She is unskilled with her hands, at least, for someone of my size.
But everything she does makes me want her more.
She glides her palms along the ridge of my hardness to the underside of the head before smearing my precum across the length.
I forget how to breathe. How to do anything other than lose myself to the sensation of having her hands on me.
“Harder,” I rasp, still wanting her lead. I fight the urge to grab her and fuck her until she’s full of my seed. “Touch me harder.”
She increases the pressure, working my shaft with both hands, picking up the pace until my hips piston on their own accord. Like they are desperate to reach her.
Then her mouth is on my skull again and she is doing the kissing thing like she can’t help herself, like she is desperate for more closeness.
I wish I could kiss her back. Never before have I wanted features like a human, because they are small, breakable. Too delicate for their own good.
But at that moment, I would give anything for lips like hers, to use them on her in a different way.
Unable to take it any longer, I roll Erin onto her back, covering her body with mine and burrowing my snout againsther neck. I grab her pants and drag them down to her ankles before my claws accidentally shred through the material.
