The water from the shower ran down his face in tiny rivulets and as she followed the path of one down to his lips he turned his head to nip at her finger in a movement that made her eyes flutter.
“Kyris…”
He was so drop-dead gorgeous, his face alone would have made her panties disappear if she’d had any.
Moving his head to the side of her face, he whispered her name.
“Song.” But it came out like a growl—so wild, so wanton, it made her go weak even more. He was nibbling her neck now, the water from the shower running over them both, unable to cool the heat his kisses left behind on her skin.
“I’ve wanted you for so long…” he whispered, his voice merely a deep rumble coming from his chest. “So long.”
She was vaguely aware that his trousers were falling to the floor. It was only when something hot pressed between them that she realized he was naked.
He was hot. Hot and hard.
Glancing down, she couldn’t help but gulp.
A thick bluish mushroom was between them, a streak of precum already running down the head as it throbbed between them.
It was right between her legs, its length pressing through the entirety of her folds and her eyes fluttered in her head as he growled and thrust upward, sending his hard rod up against her clit towards her belly button.
It was hard to tell how thick he was but all she knew was that he covered her folds and all and as he began kissing her again, grinding himself against her, she felt her eyes roll back into her head.
How could it feel this good when he wasn’t even inside her yet?
It shouldn’t feel this good.
Her dildos certainly never felt this good.
This was…This was…
Kyris growled into her mouth as he grinded his cock against her heat and, unwrapping her hands from around his neck, he held them above her head.
His eyes were intense as he looked into hers almost as if he was saying one thing: I’m going to take you. I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to make you mine.
It was absolutely impossible for her to be nearing climax with just him grinding his cock through her folds and against her clit, but somehow she was. Somehow, she was breathless, living on his kisses and the feel of him between her legs and she didn’t want him to stop.
“Kyris…”
“Mmm,” it was a growl as he nibbled on her neck, his lips moving to her ear to say one thing. “Sweet, Song. Grind that hot cunt on me.”
Fuck.
She almost came then.
“I…I’ve never…” She took a deep breath. Why was it so hard to speak? It was as if she couldn’t even form the words. “Kyris…You’d be my first.”
He had a rhythm now, grinding his thick length against her as he nibbled her all over, and he didn’t pause as he spoke, caught up in the same trance that she was.
“Your first?” His voice was deep, so thick. “Your first what?”
When she didn’t answer he took a moment to meet her gaze and as he looked at her, he slowly froze as realization dawned in his gaze.
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Kyris gulped, his breathing coming in short and uneven as he fought to control himself.
Her first.
The thought gave him intense pleasure, so much so he had to constrain his emotions lest he pin her harder against the wall and claim her.
His Song. Wholly his.
“Do you want to stop?”
She was utterly beautiful. The most beautiful thing in the universe. And as the water ran down her dark hair and down her shoulders, he took a moment to look at her.
What did he owe Polvrak for him putting her in his life?
He watched as she took her bottom lip into her mouth and shook her head.
“I don’t want to stop.” Her voice was so small but her eyes were trusting.
She trusted him…trusted him with this first experience and, apart from the fierce possessiveness it made rage within him, there was reverence as well.
This was something to be cherished, not something that should happen in a shower stall in the middle of the desert.
He wouldn’t take her like this.
Not for the first time.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make her come.
He wanted that more than anything.
“I won’t stop, then.”
She gulped as he said that and he could feel the slight tension in her limbs. She wanted it but she was scared.
He’d have to show her there was nothing to be scared of.
As the water from the shower fell down on them, sending rivulets down her perfect skin, he couldn’t help but stare.
“You’re…beautiful.” His voice was low, husky, as he began to become intoxicated by her again.
On her chest, the two perfect mounds had droplets of water running over them and the pink buds that nestled on top pointed forward, hard and ready for his mouth.
Dark lashes fanned over her rosy cheeks as she held part of her bottom lip between her teeth. Watching her only made a growl rumble within him and his cock stiffened some more.
He wanted to take her.
Right now. Right here.
He wanted to hold her narrow hips, position her hot cunt over his cock, and drive himself deep inside her warmth while she squirmed and screamed his name.
But he could be patient. He’d been patient all this time. He could be patient for a while longer.
Right now, though, he had to at least bring her to ecstasy.
“We can wait,” he growled by her ear and the fact that she shivered but didn’t pull away only excited him more. Thrusting between her folds, he felt the tip of his cock go through her softness straight up to her belly.
“We can wait…but I still want to hear you scream.”
Her body shivered and he pressed his body against hers, forcing them against the wall.
“There’s so much I want to do to you…So much I’ve been dreaming of
