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It felt as though the big Kindred had been building her pleasure for hours and it didn’t take Jillian long to reach the peak.

“Kalis!” she gasped, calling his name like a prayer, as her orgasm hit her. “Oh God, yes—yes!” Her hands tightened in his hair in a grip that had to be painful, but it only made him lap harder, guiding her through the waves of pleasure that rushed over her as Jillian bucked helplessly against his mouth.

The big Kindred kept licking and then she felt two long, strong fingers slipping deep into her pussy.

Just as it had during her massage, this new, intimate touch sent another orgasm shooting through her. Jillian moaned helplessly, feeling her inner walls spasm around his thick fingers as Kalis continued lapping her open pussy and teasing her throbbing clit.

Oh God! she thought deliriously. So good! Going to come so hard! Never came this hard in my life!

But she was doing it—coming for the big Kindred as he urged her on with his mouth and fingers, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her body until she collapsed, panting, on the couch cushions.

“Gods, little Mistress—you all right?” she heard him growl as he slowly withdrew his fingers. “You’re not going to faint on me again, are you?”

“No,” Jillian whispered breathlessly, slowly unwinding her fingers from his hair. “No, just…just trying to catch my breath. That was intense.”

“Take your time, then,” Kalis murmured. “Rest a minute.”

“Thanks.” She opened her eyes to see that he was sucking her juices off his fingers in apparent enjoyment.

“Knew you’d taste fucking delicious,” he growled softly, looking up at her. “Thank you for allowing me to heal you.”

Jillian gave a weak laugh.

“You just gave me two of the best orgasms in my life and you’re thanking me?”

“Of course.” He looked at her seriously. “Opening yourself for my tongue wasn’t an easy thing to do, especially when you were so frightened of me so recently. It took courage to spread your legs for me and let me taste you—courage to let me make you come.” He licked his lips, as though to get every last trace of her juices. “Gods, I love your taste,” he added

“Um…thank you,” Jillian whispered. “I’ve never been with a guy who, uh, enjoyed tasting me quite like that,” she confessed.

“Then every other male you’ve ever been with is a damn fool,” Kalis growled. “There’s nothing finer than getting on your knees and lapping your female’s pussy until she comes all over your face.” He grinned at her. “And I’m glad you enjoyed it…since it might be necessary to repeat the, er, treatment.”

“What?” Jillian looked down at herself. “But…I’m all healed.”

“For now you are,” Kalis said seriously. “But with severe cases of venom poisoning like you had, the redness and swelling can sometimes come back. If it does—even a little—it’s important to address the issue right away. So please let me know if you get even a tiny bit of the venom rash reappearing anywhere on your body—all right, sweetheart?”

It was the first time he’d called her something beside her name or some variation of “Mistress” but Jillian didn’t protest the sweet nickname. She only nodded.

“All right,” she said. “I’ll let you know if any of it comes back.”

“Or if you feel even the least bit itchy or painful,” Kalis said, frowning. “I’m being serious, Jillian—sometimes these cases can take days or even weeks to resolve. You have to be vigilant.”

Jillian nibbled her lower lip.

“Okay, I will,” she said, nodding.

But she couldn’t help thinking that she now had an easy, convenient excuse to let the big Kindred touch her and taste her again. Not that she would ever abuse the privilege, but she would certainly be erring on the side of caution. If she felt the least little bit of the itchy, tight, sunburned sensation anywhere on her body, she was going to let him take care of it at once.

In the meantime, she would just keep working with Kalis as usual, she told herself. Just because he was healing her, didn’t mean they had any kind of special relationship. She really couldn’t be accused of jumping into another romantic attachment too soon, like she had with Brad, because this wasn’t a romantic thing—it was a medical thing. It was necessary.

Right—keep telling yourself that, whispered a little voice in her head. Keep telling yourself it’s “necessary” to spread your legs and let him lick you until you come for him.

Jillian pushed the voice away resolutely. She would take things one day at a time and do what she had to. That was all there was to it.

“Thank you for healing me, Kalis,” she said, her voice still rather breathless. “And…and for being so thorough about checking to be sure I didn’t have any nerve damage.” She blushed as she spoke, but she managed to meet his silver-green gaze without dropping her eyes.


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