Called By the Dark - Page 18

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Gaderel

We return to the beach some time later. I set her gently on her feet and draw my wings back in. Sazahn gazes at me a moment, then slips inside the tent.

I follow her inside, my shirt in hand. I notice her gaze slip down my body, taking in my broad shoulders and chest, large arm muscles, sculpted pecs, and hard, defined abdomen.

“You really are perfect,” she says from where she sits on the bed.

I smile and settle down beside her. “That’s the way I was created, and you too.” I touch her cheek. “So beautiful…”

She swallows. Her heart leaps again, and I feel her skin warming beneath my fingers. “The stage,” she blurts. “Before the…before the shooting. Was that…was that you?”

“Forgive me,” I say. “I’ve been taken with you for so long, and your movements were so alluring…” I shake my head quickly before the lust can overtake me. “I could not resist. But it was wrong.”

“No, I…” She leans toward me, eyes wide and luminous. “I’ve never felt like that before. I never knew I could feel like that. I just… It caught me off guard. How did you do it? You were, what, invisible?”

“I can take an energetic form,” I tell her. “Which makes me undetectable to the human eye.”

She nods slowly, not taking her eyes off me.

I can’t help my greedy gaze, drifting lower. Her nipples are erect, poking through the flimsy material of her white shift. I can smell the perfume of her sex, growing damp and warm between her thighs. She’s remembering.

Wanting.

I glance back up to her heavy-lidded eyes. “Is there something you want, my sweet?” My voice is deeper, almost a growl. I’m helpless to stave off the lust now, and it crashes into me full force. I shift my body to face hers and slowly lean forward.

Her chest rises and falls with her quiet, rapid breaths. One strap of her shift slips down, and the low-cut neckline slips lower, teasing me with the prospect of revealing one of her perfect breasts.

“I want…to feel that again,” she whispers. “But I…I want to see you this time.”

My thick, long cock grows hard instantly; it’s almost painful how hard I get. “Is that what you need?”

“Yes,” she confesses.

“Kneel on the bed in front of me,” I murmur. “Then remove your shift. Do it slowly.”

Her eyes glow with excitement as she raises herself to her knees before me. With delicate fingertips, she lifts the hem of the shift slowly, drawing the soft fabric over her smooth skin, revealing first her shapely thighs, then her trimmed pussy, swollen with need. Next is her flat stomach and tight waist, and finally, her rounded breasts topped with pert pink nipples.

“You are exquisite,” I breathe, and reach out to touch her waist. My hand slides across her taut, smooth skin, and I pull her toward me. I cup her rounded buttocks, squeezing, as I lick across her belly and then up along the underside of her breast. I repeat the action on the other side, teasing, tasting, ignoring her nipples as long as I can before they grow harder and she unconsciously pushes them toward my mouth. I grin, knowing what she wants, and finally close my lips around them, teasing and flicking with the tip of my tongue.

Sazahn moans.

I slide my hands up her smooth thighs, then let the fingers of one hand drift between them. As I knew she would be, Sazahn’s slit is soaking wet, slicked with her sweet nectar. I slide my fingertips up and down her slit as she gasps and quivers in my arms.

“Where do you want them?” I gaze up at her. “Here?” I stroke her swelling clitoris, eliciting a shudder. “Or…here?” I let my fingers drift down her slit to circle her opening.

She gasps and thrusts against my hand. “There, there, please, oh God. Inside me!”

With an evil smile, I slide two fingers inside her deeply. Almost immediately, her smooth, hot, wet walls clamp onto them, and all it takes is one, two, three hard strokes against her spongy, engorged G-spot, and she shatters.

Sazahn’s body seizes, pussy clamping tight to my fingers, and I make her ride my fingers through her orgasm. She comes over and over, digging her nails into my shoulders, head tilted back. I gaze up at her, clenching my jaw; it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I maneuver to lie on my back and pull her leg across my face until her pussy hovers over my lips. She stares down at me, panting and breathless. I plant my elbows on the bed and raise my hands, which she takes to brace herself.

“Ride my tongue, my sweet,” I order her in a silken voice, then tilt my head up to run my tongue deep through her slit, from back to front.

She throws her head back and wails her pleasure. “Gaderel!”

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