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She smiles, pulling away to let her eyes trail down my body with a heat that makes my knees weak. Her gaze lingers on my chest, my abs, and then lower, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“And you aremine, Dexari,” she purrs, her voice husky with desire. “I think you have been since the first time you walked into the guest suite.”
The possessiveness in her words, the way she claims me as hers even as she offers herself to me, makes my heart swell. I have never wanted another female the way I want Sloane, have never felt this overwhelming need to worship and protect.
I push her back on the bed to undress her. Starting at her feet, I remove her slippers. Then I work my way up her legs, my hands dragging over her clothed calves and knees, between her thighs, and over her hips.
She squirms beneath my touch. “Are you anxious for more?” I ask.
“Mmm, you have no idea,” she breathes, her hips arching off the bed to assist me as I tug on her pants, the skin-tight version she callsleggings, sliding them over her hips and down her legs before tossing them aside.
My fingers trace the edge of her undergarment, herpanties, and I can feel her trembling beneath my touch. I lean down, pressing a kiss against the delicate fabric.
“Dexari,” she moans, her voice a husky whisper. “You’re driving me crazy.” Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently as if to anchor herself against the tide of sensations washing over her.
“Then my plan is working,” I tell her. “I want you wild with need, my mate. I want you to feel what I feel every time I look at you.” I rip the slip of fabric away so she is finally bared to me.
“Oh!” Her delighted gasp makes me smile.
A small thatch of fur, as dark as the hair on her head, hides her cunt, yet I can scent her arousal, which draws me in like a beacon.
I put my hands on her inner thighs, spreading her wide, then use my tongue to taste her for the first time, trailing a path along her slit from back to front. Her salty-sweet musk is intoxicating and lingers on my tongue.
“Oh, god, do that again,” she begs.
How can I resist such a request? Her responsiveness spurs me on, every small sound and shudder a testament to the pleasure I am giving her.
There is more of her small, perfect body to view and explore, so my hands slide up her sides, mapping every dip and curve. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sight of her, sprawled out before me in abandon, eyes half-lidded with desire, is nearly my undoing. Yet I push back my own need, determined to savor every moment of our first time together.
I make quick work of the tunic she wears, reveling in the sight of her small, high breasts. My lips close over one, then the other, licking and sucking until her nipples are stiff and peaked. Yet the scent from between her legs beckons for me to return.
So, that is what I do.
I can see the visible evidence of her arousal, the glistening wetness of her cunt calling to me even as Sloane’s breath hitches, her anticipation palpable.
Unable to resist any longer, I bury my face between her thighs, breathing her in as if her scent was the very air I need to sustain me.
The heat of her core radiates against my lips, driving me wild with hunger. Her flavor explodes on my tongue, the mostaddictive nectar I have ever tasted, my need for more bordering on madness.
I lick her again, deeper this time, the stroke of my tongue more deliberate, delving into her soft, velvety folds. Every secret crevice is a new territory to explore, a new landscape to claim. I savor her, my senses reeling as her essence becomes a part of me, her taste etched into my memory forever.
Sloane moans, her hips bucking against my mouth as I continue my exploration. I find a small, sensitive nub, hidden like a secret treasure, that makes her gasp when I flick it gently with my tongue.
“What is this?” I ask.
“My clitoris,” she responds. “It’s a…a pleasure point.”
I focus my attention there, circling the nub with deliberate slowness, teasing it with light, feathery strokes, and then applying more pressure until she squirms beneath me, each movement designed to push her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place as she grinds against my mouth. Her face is contorted with pleasure, her eyes closed. I can feel her tension building, her body coiling like a spring ready to release. I redouble my efforts, determined to push her over the edge.
“Fuck, Dexari,” she pants, her voice ragged with desire. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as I lavish attention on this most sensitive part of her, eager to make her unravel completely.
I growl against her flesh, hoping the vibrations add to her pleasure, and slip one finger inside her, then two. Her channel is slick yet tight, clenching around me as her climax grows close.
When I stroke her inner walls and suck her pleasure nub into my mouth, Sloane tenses beneath me before crying out, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. I continue to suck and stroke, drawing out her pleasure until she collapses back onto the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
