He drove in deeper, and there was no stopping the way my spine arched or hips swiveled as I tried to ease the stretch he produced within my pussy.
“Can I kiss these lips?” My eyes rounded, and my eyebrows pressed together. The finger driving me mad with coiling lust slid out to the bend of his knuckle before thrusting in harder and deeper. I cried out loudly, laying my forehead on his shoulder so I could watch his finger pushing into my essence. “You’re not communicating, princess. I could push you back, then spread these silken thighs and devour your drenched pussy, can’t I? It’s painting my finger and dripping with need to be fucked.”
“No,” I proclaimed through kiss-swollen lips. Closing my thighs, I thrust him away. He stood, snickered coldly, and then sucked the finger he’d used between his lips, making a crude sound as he withdrew it while holding my stare. Something twitched in my field of vision, and my eyes widened at the revelation it had swollen severely and grown excessively huge.
Without really thinking about it, I curled my fingers around the appendage, gripping the velvet length roughly while analyzing it through inquisitive eyes. He groaned, staring at where my palm slid over the wondrous silken beast to its base, tightening my hold. “Holy shit, it grows and becomes solid? How did I not know that? It is amazing!”
He laughed, groaning as my grip tightened. It had developed into an enlarged masterpiece. Angling my head, I glided my hand down the length of him until my knuckles brushed the taut skin at his thick base. Swiveling my head to see better, I frowned at the strangeness I found before sliding my finger over one.
The entire bag of skin strained beneath my curious touch. Pushing my other palm between his thighs, I cupped the skin to figure out what was round within them. Closing my hand around them, I squeezed it, and a sequence of violent swears exited his mouth.
He jerked out of my grip, howling in pain and bending at the middle as he paced and cursed and threatened. Sucking my lip between my teeth, I winced at each of his angry words and waited as he snarled while cupping the parts I’d been crushing. His glare jerked to me, and I blanched, seizing the blanket as if it would offer me protection from his ire
“What the fuck, Kahleena? Are you stupid? Why would you fucking crush them?” His murderous tone didn’t bother me, but the insult stung deeply.
“I wasn’t aware that they were so sensitive. I mean, I do know they’re somewhat of a weakness because Spyder said if I was in a jam, kick a bastard in his balls, but apparently he should’ve let me see or play with his so that I could have learned how sensitive they really were,” I conceded, sinking my shoulders before continuing. “I expected that since they’re on a male and masculine, they’d be much stronger.” Fidgeting, I pulled the blanket tighter.
“How the fuck wouldn’t you recognize that a man’s balls are delicate? Who the hell is Spyder?” he demanded. I opened my mouth to respond, but he snorted cruelly. “You’re something else. Do you think I won’t hurt you back? How would you like it if I bent you over and fucked your ass violently? Would that be funny?” he barked, shoving his fingers through his hair before going back to pacing.
“Why would you do that? That doesn’t seem sanitary or like something anyone should try,” I informed while scrunching my face, shuddering with dismay at the thought of such a thing. “I assumed we were analyzing each other, so I was trying to do what you did. You squeezed and caressed me. It is only logical that I do the same to you.”
I pushed the hair away from my shoulder, unsure why he was being so grumpy when I’d granted him permission to probe me comparably. It wasn’t as if I had hurt him maliciously and I’d already explained that I didn’t know. He repeated the action several times before he expelled a sigh of exasperation.
“Did I hurt you?” he inquired after the chamber became heavy with silence. I shook my head, fighting the blush heating my cheeks and spreading down my neck. “Exploring? Why the fuck would we explore one another? I was only planning to show you how easily I could have you, Kahleena. I don’t desire to explore your body because I don’t mean to have you again after I get what I want, which is to get off. Men learn about their partner when they actually fucking want her to achieve orgasms. I don’t care if you ever come or who ends up stuck to your filthy fucking pussy.”
Chapter Ten
Swallowing the quip that surged to the tip of my tongue, I grimaced. “I have good hygiene. My . . . my thing down there isn’t filthy. I wasn’t aware that we weren’t learning one another, or that you didn’t want to do anything other than humiliate me. You kissed me, and I thought that, since you didn’t quit there, we were just learning the anatomy of the other’s parts. I’ve never seen or touched one before. It was not my aim to hurt you, but you could have specified that you’re a fucking whiny girl about those parts. If you’d mentioned they were sensitive, I’d have been more careful with them.”
He glared, dragging his palms through his hair. My attention dropped, and worry slammed into me.
“Did I break it? It’s floppy again.”
“My cock isn’t floppy. It’s disgusted by you and apparently feels much safer like this. Did you break it? You can’t be fucking that naïve.”
I turned away from him before he could see the flash of pain or the threat of tears swimming in my eyes. My knuckles whitened against the blanket, dropping my head back, staring into the blackened sky above.
“Are you fucking pouting right now?” He strode closer and grabbed my chin so I was forced to look at him. The darker blue of his eyes that I’d woken up to had bled back to the silver that was more familiar. “The stories . . . they’re not entirely incorrect, are they?”
Squinting, I bent my head, glaring at him. “What stories?”
“Don’t be coy with me, princess.” Resentment permeated the air, and he folded his thickly coiled arms over his ample chest.
“I can’t answer if I don’t know what stories you speak of.” I glared at him, pushing my messy hair away from my face.
“How old are you?” he questioned in a hesitant tone.
“Do you mean according to our terms, the god terms, or what?”
“In any fucking term, woman,” he snapped before sending his palms into the air as if exasperated. He whirled on his heel, marching toward a wide wooden crate.
I slid my focus over his taut butt, and then drifted it to his limp cock that was visible between his thighs. His back was firm, and powerful lines enclosed sinewy muscles strained as he began dressing. Every part of him shifted as he stepped into a pair of pants and yanked them on before he turned to me.
“Either you talk or I’m going to throw you out the fucking window, Kahleena.”
I met his frozen glare with one of my own. “Technically, I was born roughly one year, three months, and fifteen days ago.” He snorted, setting his lips in a bitter line. The manner he watched me burned with vitriol glittering in his silver depths had my heart pounding with dread.
“I was sent to live within the City of Gods soon after I was born. Time moves differently in the City of Gods than it does in Faery. One month in Faery is the equivalent of ten years in the City of Gods. We were there for almost an entire year when the war started picking up. To conceal me from my grandmother’s insane husband, Destiny hid me inside a mansion, which is why answering your question is problematic. The mansion exists inside its own schedule of time, one which no one seems to know how to track. So, I have no idea exactly how many years I spent inside it, but the best guess is between one hundred and one thousand years.”