So it was with a light heart that he gave himself up for her. He loved her—that was all there was to it.
What else could he do but what he was doing right now?
“Love you, baby,” he murmured, and cupped her cheek to bring her in for a kiss.
“Oh, Raak,” Kara breathed and kissed him back eagerly. He traced her fangs with his tongue, glad that they were back in their rightful places. She was so damn sexy with those sharp little points—he hoped that someday she would realize how devastatingly erotic they were and accept herself the way she was. In the meantime, all he could do was try and show her how beautiful she was and hope she remembered it forever.
“Come to bed with me,” he told her, drawing her over to the sleeping platform. “Let me fill you up, baby—I want to be inside you.”
Kara nibbled her bottom lip delicately with the sharp points of her fangs, her breath catching in her throat. Raak could tell how his dirty talk and desire for her were turning her on—he could smell her heat and her need. The sweet scent of her desire only made him harder as he pulled her onto the bed with him and kissed her again.
“I want you on top of me,” he told Kara, stroking her hair back from her flushed cheeks when the kiss finally broke. “Want to be able to look up into your eyes while you take me inside your soft little pussy.”
“Oh Raak, I want that too,” she whispered breathlessly. “I want you so much I can hardly stand it!”
Knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her was a fucking turn-on, Raak thought. He opened the silver uniform shirt she was wearing eagerly, slipping the buttons loose so quickly that a few popped off and went flying across the room.
Then he frowned.
Kara’s full breasts were swollen—filled with the essence which was dripping from her tight red nipples. And her pussy also looked as though it needed attention. Despite his desire to cure her, Raak didn’t want her to be in any pain when they made love.
“Baby,” he said gently. “I know you’re really tender and sore right now, but why don’t you let me help you just one more time before we do this?”
Kara looked down at herself uncertainly.
“It really does hurt,” she admitted, wincing. “But I don’t know, Raak—I’m already so sensitive and achy…”
“I’ll be gentle,” he swore. “So gentle, baby. Please—I don’t want you hurting when I change the color of your eyes…when I Claim you and make you mine.”
His soft words seemed to have an effect on her. Raak saw the indecision leave her eyes and she nodded and thrust her breasts forward.
“All right, Raak—I trust you. I know you’ll be as careful as you can.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Stripping off his own clothes, he sat back against the solid wooden headboard of the bed and beckoned her to straddle him.
Kara did as he bid her, coming to sit in his lap, her swollen pussy rubbing against his rock-hard shaft as she pressed her bare breasts trustingly up to his seeking mouth.
As gently as he could, Raak lapped gently at one tender peak, trying to get her ready to let him suck it fully into his mouth. The sweet taste of her essence and the salty flavor of her skin was familiar to him by now, but no less delicious for all of that.
After a tense moment, Kara sighed and seemed to relax. Pressing forward, she fed him more of her nipple, letting him know she was ready for more.
Tenderly, Raak sucked the tight little nub between his lips, still bathing it gently with his tongue. Kara moaned softly and pressed closer to him, mutely begging for more. He tasted the rush of essence on his tongue as her body released for him, allowing him to ease the ache she felt and bring her pleasure at the same time.
Gods, no matter how often he did this, it was never enough, Raak thought to himself as he sucked her breast until the pressure eased and turned his attention to the other. She tasted so good, his luscious, curvy little female, and felt so good in his arms—especially when she gave herself up to him completely.
When he finished with her breasts, he wanted to turn his attention to her pussy. But Kara was already ahead of him.
“Mmm, Raak…” she murmured, reaching between them. Grasping his thick shaft in one hand, she rubbed the broad head against her swollen inner folds
“Gods, baby—that feels so damn good,” Raak growled. “But if you don’t stop, you’re gonna make me come.”
Already he was fighting for control. He’d been tasting her over and over for almost two straight days with no relief for himself. Not that Raak cared about such things—right now Kara was his sole focus. But he couldn’t deny the needs of his own body when she was touching him so blatantly.
“Why don’t you then?” Kara asked, her blue eyes half-lidded. “Why don’t you come for me—come on me, Raak? I think…think it would help ease the ache.”
“You think so, baby?” He looked down to where her soft pussy lips were enveloping the broad crown of his cock. Damn if it didn’t feel amazing the way she was rubbing her wet little pussy against him while she stroked his shaft!
“I really do.” Kara nodded. “It feels good when you lick me too but I want to try it this way this time. Please?”
“As my lady wishes,” Raak growled softly. After all, who was he to tell her no? And it wasn’t like coming would put him out of commission—like all Kindred males, he
