APRIL
April held her breath as Khall thrust her thighs apart. It felt like her heart had forgotten how to beat.
She knew what he was about to do, technically. She’d heard the girls at the club joking constantly about it back home. But she had never liked the idea. To April it seemed deeply intimate and a little gross. What man would want to do such a thing?
It was clear now that all those worries had only been her inexperience talking. Though she had been ousted by her family for working in the club, she had never actually done any of the things her mother was probably afraid she would be doing.
She had just enough time to marvel over the fact that one was about to happen only now that she actually had a “respectable” job as a nanny.
Then she felt his hot breath and his rough jaw against her tender inner thigh and there was no space in her head for anything but Khall.
“Gods,” he groaned as if he was in pain.
He began licking her, right at the core of the need he had stoked.
Wild sensations swept through her, and she lost track of her own sounds.
Seemingly encouraged, he fed on her with abandon, groaning against her sex and sending intoxicating vibrations through her.
She was being pulled taut, hopelessly stretched on a rack of merciless pleasure.
April had never felt anything like this in her life. She whimpered and begged, not even sure what she was pleading for.
But Khall continued to viciously tease and torment her, building the tension in her nearly to the breaking point and then easing off just enough to start the delicious assault all over again.
April clutched the sheets, shivering and moaning. Surely, he would stop this torture and take her soon. She knew how badly he wanted her, she had felt him, heard the feral need in his voice.
The sheer size of that rigid steel had frightened her before. But she didn’t care now. She would gladly endure pain if it meant relief from this cruel pleasure.
“I need you,” she managed to whisper in her anguish. “Please.”
He made a sound of stifled despair.
Suddenly his lips and tongue were focused on her sensitive little pearl, suckling and flicking right where she craved his touch, as he pressed one large finger just inside her slick opening and began to massage her from inside.
The tension built within her, lifting her out of her body until there was only the rapture of his touch and the pull of the universe.
She floated, weightless for a moment.
Then blinding ecstasy crushed down on her again and again, as she fluttered and pulsed on his mouth and hand.
He continued to lick and toy with her, extending and accentuating the pleasure until she was weak with relief.
“Khall,” she murmured.
He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and crawled up beside her, pulling her into his arms.
Her whole body was warm with pleasure, and she was sure she could take him now, in spite of his size, since she was so relaxed and languid.
But he merely wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close to his delicious warmth and pressing his lips chastely to the top of her head.
“Sleep, baby,” he murmured, sliding his hand hypnotically along her shoulder blades.
She could feel his cock, pulsing against her hip through his trousers. But when she tried to touch him, he pinned her hand against the bed.
“Rest, sweet girl,” he whispered.
And although a thousand thoughts and worries definitely should have been running through her head about what had just happened, she found to her amazement that she was already drifting off into sleep.