NovelFameChapter 896: Unlike Sinai, Yevia had never tried to manipulate the bond; she respected it and, above all, honored her mate. Feeding from her was peaceful. That was all Daemonikai had ever desired.
"But no," he said, digging his fingers into the soft curve of his woman's back. "I didn't mean blood feeding. It's a different kind of feeding." "Oh..." Her breath hitched, and that soft tremor of desire slipped into her voice.
"Mmm," he growled low in his throat, his lips brushing the curve of her... chest. "Do you desire me, my star?" "Very much," she whispered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe leaned back against the headboard, settling comfortably, his dark eyes filled with desire as he pushed her forward.
She straddled him, sitting on his lap, her breasts swaying before his face.
With a relaxed body and an intense gaze, he pulled her closer until she straddled him fully, her breasts directly before his face.
Daemonikai drew one of them from her clothing, showing it to the moonlit room. "Give it to me." "Daemon," her voice trembled with shy mortification. "You know I'm producing milk..." "Of course I do." He had avoided it, denying himself the taste of her this way, even when they made love, but six months had been enough. “I've wanted it. Damn, I've craved it." His fingers flexed against her hip.
"Feed us." Her lips parted, breath coming in ragged gasps. "As my Beloved commands," her palm cradled the curve, guiding it toward his lips... And he held on.
Fuck. His taste buds exploded.
Decadent, warm, intense, sweet. Did everything about her have to ruin him so completely? It was as if every inch of her was made to bring him to his knees.
Her mouth moved quickly and eagerly, her soft motions echoing in the silence.
Find the best stories gVInov\lsWhile she sucked him, his hand slid down to caress her ass, kneading, teasing with his fingers. A sudden slap made her flinch, her skin shivering beneath his palm before he soothed the sting with a tender stroke. His hand traced up her spine, over her hip, then returned to the curve of her neglected breast, pinching her nipple until it hardened.
Lower still. Across the trembling softness of her belly down to her spaked center.
She gasped when he brushed her clit again and again, each touch building the tension.
Soon she was writhing, twisting, her hips moving restlessly desperately searching for more.
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