A shattering sensation of pleasure ripped through me, and I gasped, my back lifting off the mattress.
He placed a hand on my stomach, holding me down, and he continued.
His tongue moved in.
Out.
Tasting me.
Filling me back up.
He gave a hard thrust, then a gentle rub right after. He kept thrusting, and he held me down all the while.
“Kellan!” I cried aloud.
“Not yet.”
“Now!”
“Not yet.”
I could hear his amusement.
I tried to bring my legs around him, squeezing him in protest, but he used his senses to hold me in place.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, his powers now holding me fully immobile. I was pinned in place as he kept tasting me.
Another thrust.
The pleasure built.
Out.
The ache tripled.
In.
Quadrupled.
Out.
Five times strong.
I pleaded with him. “Please, Kellan.”
“Not. Yet.”
He moved over me but didn’t enter. Instead, he slid his tongue farther inside, but then I felt him breach my body. He was merging with me completely—soul to soul.
I cried out. We’d done this before, but there was an extra emotional element here.
He was half corporeal. The other part was inside of me, caressing me everywhere.
My body shook.
I needed release.