“I see, and for the record, you can touch me anywhere you want. But first, I need to taste you. Want you to come on my tongue, Telya. Then, I’ll fill you and make you come on my cock, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she agrees with a nod.
The grin that spreads across my face feels primal. I claim her mouth, licking into her sweet heat, one hand cradling her throat as if I could anchor her pulse beneath my palm.
She tastes of citrus and fire, of battle survived and desire unchained.
I break away only to move lower, trailing down her lush curves, worshiping every dip and hollow with lips and tongue.
She is a wonderland—soft and supple, built to cradle me as no one else ever has.
My Phoebe.
My viyella.
When I part her thighs, baring her beauty to me, my hunger sharpens to a blade’s edge. I’m right where I want to be.
I press her knees up and push them wide, baring her sweet, pink pussy to my rapt gaze.
I lick her from her back entrance to her tight little pearl. And Phoebe moans my name, bucking her hips.
“Be still, viyella,” I command and lay my arm across her, holding her in place.
I go at her again, eating her sweet slit and moaning my appreciation for how good she tastes.
So wet and soft.
Her citrusy tang is perfection on my tongue.
Every taste, every gasp, every quiver of her body feeds something deeper than lust.
It’s worship. It’s possession.
It’s proof that she is mine as surely as I am hers.
I use my tail to fill her, reveling in how she tightens around it, and I flick my tongue over her clit.
Again.
And again.
And again.
“Kael. Kael! KAEL!”
She screams, falling apart as I devour her with tongue and teeth and tail.
Her cries build, my name falling from her lips in broken pleas, until she shatters in my arms, and the bond flares bright silver.
The sight of her undone for me alone nearly undoes me.
Before she stops trembling, I move.
On my knees between her splayed legs, I fit my cock to her entrance, and I fill her in one hard thrust.
“Forever,” I vow into her kiss, fitting myself against her warmth, needing to be inside her, needing to behome.
Her answer is a sob, a prayer, a surrender—and I take her into me as the world falls away.
