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“Lorik,” I pleaded.
“You want to come again?”
“Yes!”
Another chuckle that lit my blood on fire. “Very well.”
The first hard thrust had me crying out, the room swaying with the overwhelming sensation of delicious friction and pleasure. The second had me scrambling for his shoulders, trying to keep myself in place as the strength of him nearly flung me off the bed. The third and fourth and fifth thrusts had me moaning out his name, digging my fingernails into his back.
Nothing felt as good as him inside me. I understood what he’d meant before.
Our lips met in the chaos of our lovemaking. Warm and comforting, the kiss anchored me to him, my beacon in the storm. Lorik was needful. Strong. Incredibly so. Part Kylorr—I could feel that infamous strength buzzing under his skin. I knew he was holding himself back in fear of hurting me…but I wanted him to give it all to me. His aggression, his desire.
“Let go,” I said against his lips, repeating the words he’d said to me. “Let go for me, Lorik.”
He groaned, the sound pulled from him harshly. His breathing was labored, both our chests damp from perspiration, and the sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room with an erotic, arousing beat. Like music.
I could feel when he gave himself to me fully. Every measured thrust nearly stole my breath, but I relished the ferocity of him, the wildness.
“Made for me,” he growled.
I clenched around him, the pressure from his pelvis stimulating my clit. And the fact that he felt too good inside me. His cock. His voice. His words. I was going to come again…but I wanted him to follow me.
“Close,” I gasped out. “Don’t stop.”
His pace quickened. Even though I didn’t think it possible, he slid even deeper, filling me to the brim, more full than I’d ever been before.
His head dropped, and I tilted my head back to avoid his horns, the tip of one brushing my jaw. His lips found my breast. I thought he was going to suck on my nipple again, maybe take it between his teeth. Until…
“Oh gods,” I choked out, feeling his fangs slide deeply into the upper flesh. He began tofeed. “Lorik, I’m going to—”
My orgasm came at me quickly and suddenly. The sucking pull of his feeding, the wicked pleasure and unexpectedness of it, hurtled me off the edge, and I cried out with a breathless gasp, my back arching off the bed, all the muscles in my legs and abdomen tightening.
“Fuuuck,” came his muttered curse, though it was muffled against me. He groaned, no doubt feeling me clamp down on him, his pace quickening, hips jerking against me in a chaotic rhythm.
Through the ringing in my ears, I heard his almost anguished moan, low and deep. When I opened my heavy eyelids, I saw his head was flung back, his long hair tangling in his horns. With his eyes screwed shut, I witnessed the beautiful pleasure cross his features just as I felt the heat of his come shoot into me, the ragged buck of his hips as he chased his orgasm down.
A veil appeared to shimmer over his face. For a moment, Lorik’s features appeared sharper yet somehow broader. His body seemed to grow around me, but my hands remained in place. When I blinked, whatever image I’d witnessed was gone. Lorik’s eyes caught mine, and he leaned down to kiss me.
The orgasms have addled my brain,I thought, dismissing what I’d seen. I closed my eyes, pressing myself into him, and he shuddered, his hips lazily rocking into me as his own climax faded.
In the aftermath, it was quiet. Lorik leaned into me, the heavy bulk of his body comforting. I had my arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him as the sweat on our skin cooled and our hearts slowed. My fingers met the edge of the bandage on the back of his shoulder, where the metal arrow had pierced through.
He let out a long breath that ruffled my hair.
Into my ear, he murmured, “No going back now, Marion.”
Chapter
Fifteen
The fire in the hearth crackled, and I felt Lorik’s hand dip from my hip bone, slowly trailing around my backside, giving a light squeeze.
“Stop,” I chided, unable to keep the wide grin that stretched over my features at bay, negating my stern word.
For his sake, Lorik looked repentant, even as he gave my ass another squeeze. “I’m sorry, healer. Forgive me.”
I chuckled, feeling a dull ache between my legs when I moved behind him. He was seated on the chair in the front room. And I was fixing his sutures. Yet again. From the feeding, from my blood, he’d already begun to heal, but I didn’t want the thread to get trapped under his skin. Even for a Kylorr, he healed remarkably fast. Though I wondered if that had more to do with his Allavari ancestry as well. Likely a combination of both, I finally decided.
