Serpent's Claim (Serpent's Touch 2)

Now that I knew exactly what he could do to me, the need for him flared stronger. I moaned as he palmed my other breast, his thumb playing with my nipple.

“You like that, don’t you?” He trailed hot nibbling kisses down my neck. “You like my hands on you.”

His hands, his lips, his sentries… I liked them all on me. I wanted all of him.

A low growl vibrated deep in his chest as he yanked me closer. His hardness pressed against my lower belly.

He shifted down my body, taking a nipple between his lips and grazing it with his teeth. I gasped, intense pleasure flushing my veins. But I wouldn’t let him distract me this time. I reached down between us, palming the hard length bulging in his pants.

He sucked in a breath, making a sound I had no word for—a half-roar, half-groan.

“With your hands on me, I won’t last long,” he warned, jerking his hips away from my touch.

I wouldn’t give up, finding his length with my hand again. “You’ve teased me long enough, Kyllen. I want to see it.”

He groaned into my shoulder, “I could climax just from those words alone, Amira.”

But he opened his pants for me, his hands trembling. I promptly slid my fingers inside, wrapping them around his hard length. He felt hot, hard like a bone, but also so very delicate.

I tried to shove his pants further down. “Let me see.”

“You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he muttered, helping me take off his pants.

His erection sprang free—long, hard, and thick. The silky skin stretched tightly over it. Like his senties, it had a hint of green, though without the snake-skin pattern.

“It really looks like that cucumber I tossed at you,” I said, taking him in my hands.

“A cucumber?” He huffed a deep laugh. “Now, that’s something I haven’t heard yet.”

“You haven’t?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “But the similarities are so obvious. It’s almost as long. Might be a little thicker, though.” I turned and stroked him in my hands as I spoke, circling his girth with my fingers to measure it.

Leaning toward me with a groan, he propped a hand on something behind me, which happened to be the silk screen. It crashed to the ground with a loud noise as he’d shoved too hard against it. He shifted his weight, managing to keep his balance. Though, he looked rather unsteady on his feet.

“You make me weak in the knees,” he gritted through his teeth. “Literally.”

“Let’s go to the wall, then.” I smiled, leading him by his erection.

He followed, so delightfully obedient, it made my head spin. All it took to make this strong, magical man follow me like a puppy was getting hold of his hard-as-rock penis.

How marvelous was that?

I leaned with my back against the wall by our nest. He towered over me, both hands propped on the wall over my head.

I slid my hands up and down his “cucumber.” He moaned, his eyelids dropped, his jaw slackened. I figured he liked what I was doing.

“I want to see you orgasm, Kyllen. What do I have to do to make it happen?”

“Oh, my sweet, innocent girl…” he croaked, pressing his temple to mine. “You have no idea you’re doing it already.”

Was I? I kept sliding my hands along his length, squeezing it slightly. When I circled the tip, he hissed, his eyes rolling back into his head. I did it again, hoping to see him lose control completely.

“Amira…” he breathed out my name like a prayer, thrusting into my hand.

The chiseled squares of his abdomen flexed, tightening. His breath hitched. His length jerked in my hands. Spurts of creamy substance shot from the opening in the tip that I’d had no idea was there. They landed on my skirt.

I slowed down a little, remembering how he had touched me the last time we were together. Loosening my grip on him, I pumped my hand a few more times, milking a few more shots of his release. He heaved a long breath with a deep, tortured sound, and I let go.

One arm still propped onto the wall behind me, he wrapped the other one around me, hiding his face in my shoulder.

“Amira,” he whispered. “My sweet, precious darling. What have you done to me?”

Tenderness swelled in my heart. I gently raked my fingers through his senties in a soothing motion.

“Are you okay, honey?” It occurred to me that the groans and growls he’d made could’ve been from pain just as much as from pleasure. Had I read him wrong? “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Oooh, no.” He lifted his head. A lazy, satisfied smile stretched his lips, allowing me to exhale in relief.

“Was it good then?” He looked rather happy, but I had no experience to compare. I needed to hear it from him. “Could I’ve done it better?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had it better, sweet pea.” He studied my face through the veil. “There is no magic in you, yet being with you still feels magical, and I can’t figure out why.”

He stared at me in wonder, as if I was some kind of a miracle or an enigma he couldn’t explain. I flustered under his intense stare. Dropping my gaze to his chest, I started tracing little circles on his skin with my finger.

“It’s certainly not because of any special skills on my part,” I said with a smile. “You’re the one and only man whose…um, ‘male equipment’ I’ve ever seen or touched.”

“It’s not the skill, Amira. It’s you.” He kissed my hair, then exhaled a soft chuckle. “I have a feeling you could use my cock as a rolling pin, and I would still enjoy myself immensely.”

I snorted a laugh at the visual his words created in my mind.

He shoved my dress down past my hips, and it sank to the floor in a puffy heap. “You’re like no one I’ve ever met before.” He took me in his arms, lifting me out of my dress. “Being with you is a different kind of pleasure—gentle and real, like a breath of fresh air or the caress of sunshine on my face. It’s irreplaceable. When I’m deprived of your company, I suffer.”

I moved aside that one stubborn sentie that kept falling in front of his face. “Please, don’t leave me behind again. Next time, take me along. Wherever you’ll travel, I’ll come, too.”

He climbed into the nest, bringing me with him. “It’s dangerous out there in the wetlands.”

“It’s hardly safer here in the palace.”

“True.” He laid me down on the soft, silky bedding, then sat back on his heels, sliding his gaze down my naked body.

“I can see, now,” I implored. “You won’t have to watch over me every step of the way. I can take care of myself, and I can help.”

“Traveling with you would be infinitely more pleasant,” he said, not promising anything.