Page 108 of Joy Guardian
His eager, agile appendages trapped my hand, wrappingaround my fingers and pulling me in. Slick and silky, they glided along my skin, prodding and searching.
Groaning and grinding his teeth, Kurai arched his back, blindly thrusting his hips toward me.
“Sex doesn’t need to be torture. It can bring pleasure too,” I whispered, sinking to my knees in front of him.
He was the one who proved it to me. He showed me how much pleasure a man could give a woman if he truly cared about her. And I wanted to do it for him too.
I tried to gather all his appendages in my hand, but they wiggled away from my grip, clinging to my wrist and fingers instead. Their warm scent of honey and flowers made me wish I could bury my face in them. Eager to taste him, I licked one of them, and they immediately aligned themselves, all aiming in my mouth now.
“He has to come from all of them at once,”Dawn had said.
They were too thick at their bases and too long for me to take them all in my mouth at once. But they tapered at the tips, making the entire bundle thinner and far more manageable, as long as I didn’t let them all too deep into my mouth and choke me. But with Kurai chained to the pillar, I had control.
I wiggled my tongue, stroking the tips of the feelers, then wrapped my lips around them all. Kurai panted, thrusting his hips toward me so hard, he risked wrenching his arms out of his shoulders.
I missed our connection. I desperately wished he could feel how much pleasure touching him brought me, how much I enjoyed his scent, and how much I loved being close to him.
The intense desire for my soul to merge with his flooded me. It grew beyond my physical being, reaching out to encompass us both. I felt the smooth warm skin on his chest and the muscles in his strong shoulders. I smoothed his tangled hair and stroked his beloved face…all while standing on my knees in front of him, with the cluster of his tentacles in my mouth.
How was it possible?
How could I have reached so high?
The realization struck me. I opened my eyes. Soft, smoky tendrils slid up Kurai’s body, caressing his skin and cradling his head. One curled to the back of his neck. Another one slipped behind him to his back. And four more spiraled up his arms with their flared ends hovering over his scars.
These weren’thistendrils. I’d cut his off to save his life. It’d take time for the new ones to form and grow. The tendrils that had wrapped themselves around Kurai, seeking to connect, came from theleilathasof my harness.
I had no idea how I got them, but these tendrils were mine. It was as if my fervent desire to connect with Kurai had materialized, giving me the way. Sucking gently on the tips of his cluster, I gave a mental push, and my tendrils merged with the wounds on his arms, back, and neck, uniting us.
As my emotions rushed to him, his flooded back me too. His pain slammed into my body, twisting my muscles and crushing my bones. At the same time, need exploded though my lower belly with unbearable pressure and heat.
My body tensed, seized by agony. I fisted my hand, involuntarily squeezing his tentacle cluster, and closed my teeth around the tips as my jaw locked.
He roared in pain that zigzagged through us both, and he came, shaking violently. He felt no pleasure as he orgasmed. But the pain receded, and the pressure eased a little.
A bouquet of warmth and flavor exploded on my tongue. His release filled my mouth and escaped it, trickling out between my lips. It was fragrant like flower nectar and sweet like honey, and I licked it off him, savoring it like the finest dessert.
“Can you feel it, baby?” I murmured, licking him clean. “Can you feel how much I’m enjoying you?”
I looked up at him and found him staring down at me. His emerald eyes darkened to the deep pine green. With the orgasm taking the edge off the pain, his desire felt sharper and more intense. It reverberated through my body, tingling in my breasts.My nipples tightened. Heat pooled in my lower belly. Blood rushed, swelling between my legs with a throbbing need.
My breathing grew heavier. Air rushed in and out of my lungs in desperate pants that echoed Kurai’s raspy breaths. The touch of fabric against my skin felt like a scrape of sandpaper.
I rose to my feet, then ripped my new dress off over my head. I remembered how glad I was to get a bra and proper underwear after the bath. Now, the undergarments felt heavy like chains on my body and more restrictive than a straitjacket. I tore them off, too, then came to Kurai.
“I need you more than I ever needed anyone,” I rasped, leaning against him to rub my hypersensitive nipples against the hard washboard of his abs.
He growled, dipping his head down to reach me. His feet slid on the marble floor. His knees bent, letting him slide down into a sitting position on the floor. I put a knee on each side of his thighs, then took his face between my hands, and kissed him.
It was a greedy, messy, hurried kiss that I needed more than air, more than life itself right now. But it wasn’t enough.
“More,” he groaned in plea, echoing my need.
I brought a breast to his mouth.
“Taste,” I ordered.
Suddenly, that was the only word I could squeeze through my throat that was closing up with all-consuming need. I feared I would die if I didn’t come soon.
