Chapter 80: Let me help*
"So, you’re ready to call to hell with me?" Kai’s breathy words drifted down her navel, each syllable brushing her heated skin as his hands glided along her curves and moved lower, gently parting her thighs.
He might not be able to fully possess her yet, but he would gladly relieve his wife from the torturous heat their bond had ignited. It wasn’t fair to leave her burning simply because he couldn’t thrust himself deep inside her tonight.
His head nestled between her parted legs, lips softly kissing and caressing her sensitive flesh before pulling back to admire her bloom fully. His eyes shimmered at the sight of his little wife.
Holy Hell! She was exquisite. The thought that he alone had the privilege of tasting this luscious fruit ignited his blood, scorching him from within. She was wet for him, aching, pulsing for him, her very essence demanding his touch. Ren didn’t need to utter a single word; her body communicated every heated desire so eloquently.
She had been utterly lost in the haze of sensation until a sudden, wicked stroke of his tongue jolted her back to reality just for a split second before she flew out of the world again. Her eyes snapped open wide.
"Kai... what?"
The rest of her protest dissolved into a muffled moan as pleasure surged up her spine and crashed through her senses. Her back arched involuntarily, responding to the teasing rhythm of his tongue and lips.
"Shush, wife," he growled possessively, his voice deep and thick with desire as he continued to savor her intimately. "You’re all mine, let me release you."
Her sensitive buds swelled as pulsing pleasure flooded, pushing her closer to an unstoppable climax. His tongue moved faster, passionate and devoted, worshipping every inch of her until her fingers instinctively tangled into his damp, silky hair, desperately pulling him closer.
The instant she pressed his head firmly against her core, Kai’s heartbeat raced even faster. He sucked deeply, his finger teasingly circling her clit before gently pinching, tipping her over the edge with a loud, shuddering moan.
Yet, within him, an inferno blazed out of control at her sight. He licked his lips, his eyes glistened with an evil intent. His father had been right, this agonizing need, the inability to fully claim his woman, was a torment worse than death itself. His throat felt raw, thirsting to be quenched. Shadow could no longer resist.