He stabbed his tongue deep, fucking her into another staggering release, before rising behind her, clasping her hips to hold her steady, and stroking deep inside of her. An intense burst of red flames washed from Xian, and her hoarse scream slid over him. The tight fit of her had him groaning and cursing. It took every ounce of control not to seize her hips and fall into her like a ravaging monster.
Instead, he withdrew and thrust back into her wet heat with piercing depth and slow tenderness. Her cry of delight wrapped itself around his heart, and Gavyn groaned, and peppered praises as the hottest of pleasure speared his cock. He dipped low, and kissed along her shoulder blades, inhaling the fire that seemed to rise from off her body. It distantly occurred to him he was eating the chakra that leaked from her, and its flavor was one of rage and decadence.
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, and whispered, “I love you.”
She turned her head and press a kiss against the forearm braced by her head. Her touch was like a soft brush of satin, but he felt it deep inside of him. When her lips parted from his skin, a mix of red and black chakra coated her lips. “I love you too, Gavyn Westk’arr. So very much.”
His gut went tight and hot when she licked along the seam of her lips and purred in pleasure at whatever she tasted from his chakra.
“Are you sore?” he asked, conscious he had taken her three times already for the night.
“Are you asking permission to take my pussy hard, lover?” her eyes tempted him with wickedness and laughter.
Instinctive and primal, knowledge filled him. You are mine.
With a guttural moan, he relinquished control and stroked into her tight, clenching pussy over and over and over. Red dots of blood…or perhaps chakra, formed on her back in the image of a massive wing and curled up around him. The fire that speared through him tore a scream from Gavyn, but at its center, there was a force he could feel, and it stabbed through his body seeking and digging until it found the heart of darkness inside.
They slid against each other, monster acknowledging monster. Pleasure dominated his thoughts as Xian convulsed in his arms, gasping her delight as he rode her through the aftermath. With a hoarse shout, he emptied deep inside of her, never feeling this sense of contentment in his life.
How do I let you go?
She collapsed to her belly, and he rolled with her and fitted her into the crook of his arms. For an instant they both lay unmoving, then he dipped his head and pressed the softest of kisses at the top of her sweat-dampened forehead.
Her fingers danced over his chest, over his stomach and down to his loins.
“What are these?" she murmured with a soft brush at the ridges at the base of his cock and along its flaccid length. “I could feel them in me.”
“Did it hurt?”
“No…the opposite,” she said drowsily.
They were hard knotted ridges that labeled him a twisting admonition or something far worse. “They are nothing,” he murmured.
“I may have never had a man before you Gavyn, but we have enough art and sculptor in our gallery for me to know this is not true of all males.” Her fingers danced over his rapidly hardening length, tracing the hard ridges on the underside that stopped right below the bulbous head of his cock.
“You are also much thicker than those stone sculptors,” she said, barely able to encircle his girth with her fingers.
He grunted, hating that his throat closed. He had lived for years knowing that his half Darkan side must be hidden and suppressed at all cost. If not for their king claiming a Darkan as his consort, there might never have been this tentative acceptance of his kind. How would his people react to knowing a high duke of the realm, who had lived amongst them for two hundred and fifty years was a half-blood to the dark ones?
Would they demand Ajali to fulfill the law and demand Gavyn stripped of his title, lands, and sent into exile? And the apprehension of what he held inside of him was a living entity beneath his skin. There were so many rumors of the dark ones being ravaging monsters, for a long time he had worried what would be his fate. Isolated from the rest of his race, he held no knowledge of what to expect nor had he known who to approach. "The ridges I believe are a part of my Darkan side. Perhaps a manifestation of the beast that is present in me."
“Does it scare you?” she asked softly.
"The unknown does. But since meeting Tehdra, it has lessened. I will learn all that I can from her."
“And will you share with me?”
“Always.”
“I wish you could come with me to Avindar,” she whispered in the crook of his arms.
He closed his eyes briefly. “I must stay. Ajali now faces war on two fronts. The Assias believe they are the blood right ruler to the throne. They have proven with their attack that our kingdom is divided. Mevia is also coming for us, and though we do not understand the Emperor’s reasoning for war when we have been at peace, Ajali is a target that is very important to the empire.”
She nodded. “And he will need you by his side. Did he…did he tell you of my mission in full.”
Gavyn closed his eyes. “Yes.”
“Do you think Prince Baku has promised me to the empire?”