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KIM
The moment Nassakth has me on my back, I tense, waiting for the familiar panic to hit. It crawls through me, my skin prickling with awareness, but as he leans in to nuzzle my neck, the terror fades. This is my big, sweet praxiian. Even now, when he’s beside himself with the noli, his hands are gentle on me. There’s nothing to fear.
His teeth nip at my throat, and I suck in a breath at the sensation.
“My Kim,” he groans, his tongue dragging over my neck. “Why do you taste so keffing good?”
“Just lucky, I guess.” I stroke my hand up and down his side. “Why don’t we go inside and get into the shower? It’ll get some of this noli pollen off of you.”
Nassakth’s hips grind down against mine, pushing my thighs apart so he can slide his big body between my legs. He rolls his pelvis, rocking the length of him against me.
I gasp, because not only am I not scared, but the sensation flooding through me is definitely arousal.
“Don’t know if I can walk,” he mutters thickly, licking at the corner of my jaw before moving to my earlobe. He licks it in the most utterly lascivious way, and I feel it all through my body. “Don’t want to go anywhere. Belong right here.”
And he thrusts his cock against my pussy.
Another gaspy little moan escapes me and heat floods through my body. God, he feels good over me. I thought being pinned underneath him would be terrifying, but instead, I feel small and fragile and protected…and turned on at the same time.
“Mine,” he growls thickly, and grinds against me again.
“Nassakth,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his mane and forcing him to make eye contact. Sure enough, his eyes are glazed, his pupils blown. The noli has made him totally lose himself, and as he hitches one of my legs around his hip and thrusts against my folds, I realize he’s not going anywhere until he burns some of the edge off.
I’m surprisingly okay with that. I lean in and kiss his strange mouth, sliding my tongue against his lips.
He growls and then his mouth is on mine, conquering and slanted, and a deep, rolling purr starts in his body that’s so strong it vibrates through me, as well. I moan into his mouth as he moves over me, and I might as well not be wearing any panties. The damp fabric of his trou barely seems to cover his length, and I can feel every inch of him as he drags it against me. His big tunic is hitched up around my waist, and when I start to rock my hips with his, he groans.
“My Kim,” he mutters, voice so low that I think I imagined it at first. “Mine. All mine. Shouldn’t be touching you.” The breath hitches in his throat. “Need…to…stop.”
“Let me help you with this.” I say, sliding my arms around his neck. “If I want you to stop, we have a word for that, remember?” I lock my legs around his waist, arching into him when he thrusts against me again.
“Slap…jack,” he manages.
“That’s right. I haven’t said it, either.” I rake my nails up and down his back, scratching through his thick tunic. “I’m your mate. Take what you need.”
He groans again, then reaches between us and drags the crotch of my panties aside. They’re wet, either from him or from me, but it doesn’t matter. The moment he does that, I suck in a gasp, because he slides a finger through my folds.
“So keffing wet for me.” Nassakth buries his face against my neck again, slicking his finger up and down my pussy. “Perfect. So perfect.”
I moan when he skates over my clit…and then quickly skates away again, rubbing through my dampness. A moment later, his still-clothed cock rubs up against me again, and then he’s working himself against me once more, rocking through my wet folds and dragging himself against me, over and over. His movements become quick and erratic, and within moments, he comes, a fresh wave of wet heat seeping through the fabric of his trou and against my skin.
Nassakth settles against me, breathing hard, and is silent.
Me, I’m practically squirming with unfulfilled arousal at this point. I know it’s not about me right now. I know he’s not in his right mind…but damn. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to get off so badly.
His relief doesn’t last very long, though. It can’t be more than a minute before his hips jerk against mine again, and I remember that I want to take him inside, to get some of this noli off of him so he won’t be as tortured.
“Can you walk now?” I ask him, sliding my hands up and down his big body. “Just to the shower?”