“I—” Delia felt her face heat up with a flush. “I haven’t done this before.”
His eyes widened, and for a brief moment, she thought he would release her. However, in the next second, his jaw tightened, and she saw a muscle pulsing near his ear. “Never?” he asked hoarsely, and Delia shook her head, too embarrassed to say it again.
He stared at her, his gaze oddly intent, and she realized that his hand was still on her sex, his fingers poised at the entrance to her body. “So you’re all mine.” There was a darkly possessive note in his voice. “No man has ever touched you.”
Delia bit her lip. “Not—” She gasped as he pushed one finger into her. “Not like this.”
His nostrils flared, and then he was kissing her again, his mouth consuming her with savage hunger as his finger pressed deeper into her. The sensation was foreign, but not painful, and the now-familiar tension returned as his thumb found the sensitive spot from before. The slickness inside her eased the path for his finger, and after a moment, Delia forgot all about her initial discomfort, her hips rocking to the movements of his hand.
Maybe she got lucky, and her first time wouldn’t hurt at all.
Chapter Six
Delia’s pussy was so tight around his finger Arus knew he was going to end up hurting her. The only way to avoid that would be to stop and leave her alone, but that was beyond his capabilities. The lust riding him was dark and visceral, more potent than anything he’d ever experienced.
He wanted to possess this human girl, to claim her in every way possible.
The primitive desire stunned him, but he couldn’t analyze it at the moment. His skin was burning, and his cock was so hard it hurt. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tight, wet flesh rippling around him. Her mouth was warm and sweet as he devoured her with his kiss, and the scent of her drove him insane.
He had to fuck her. Now.
Calling on every bit of his remaining self-control, Arus used his thumb to bring her to another orgasm, wanting her to be as wet and ready as possible. She cried out, her inner muscles contracting around his finger, and he used the opportunity to press a second finger into her narrow channel, preparing her for his possession. She stiffened under him, flinching despite her wetness, and he knew there was no way to avoid causing her some pain.
Raising his head, he pulled his hand away, grabbed his cock, and aligned it with her pussy. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, catching her pleasure-dazed gaze, and before she could respond, he began to push in.
Delia cried out, pushing at his chest, but Arus persisted, knowing he had to breach her hymen. Her inner moisture helped, but she was still incredibly tight, her body tensing to resist his penetration. He lowered his head, raining kisses over her face and whispering that it was going to be all right, that the pain would ease soon, but he could see his reassurances weren’t helping. She let out a pained cry as he pressed deeper, and despite his balls getting ready to explode, he paused as he felt the wetness on her cheeks.
He wanted her, but he hated causing her pain.
“Do you want me to stop?” he forced himself to ask, even though everything within him rebelled at the notion. His cock was only halfway inside her, and if he was already hurting her this much . . .
Delia stilled, staring up at him with tear-filled brown eyes, and he saw that she was breathing erratically, her chest heaving as her delicate hands pressed against his chest, as if trying to hold him at bay.
“Do you want me to stop?” Arus repeated, ignoring the pounding of blood in his temples. Despite the primal need gnawing at his insides, he was not a savage. He’d lived over two hundred years without fucking this girl, and he could survive it if she made him wait.
He hoped so, at least.
To his tremendous relief, she moved her head in a small, uncertain shake. “No,” she whispered, blinking rapidly. “It just—”
Arus didn’t have a chance to hear what she had to say because the last remaining thread of his restraint snapped. Leaning down, he took her lips in a deep, carnal kiss and pushed forward in one merciless stroke, tearing through the thin membrane blocking his way.
Tight, wet heat engulfed him, her flesh squeezing him like a fist, and Arus’s spine bowed as sharp, stunning pleasure rocketed through him, sending his heartbeat spiking. She was beyond delicious, beyond perfect. It was as if her slim body had been made just for him. He felt lost in her, consumed by the sensations, but before he could get completely carried away, he tasted something salty on his lips.
Her tears.
They stopped him c
old.
Raising his head to gaze down at her, Arus forced himself to hold still and not thrust. She was shaking, her face streaked with tears, and he knew he had to give her time to get used to him, to adjust to the invasion of her body. He managed to control himself for a few brief moments—and then the metallic scent of her virgin’s blood reached his nostrils.
A dark, ancient hunger roared to life within him, mingling with his lust and intensifying it. The pull of predatory instinct was impossible to resist. Groaning, Arus lowered his face to her neck and felt her pulse beating under his lips. Delia was breathing fast, still trying to cope with the pain of her lost virginity, but her body was no longer the only thing Arus needed.
Opening his mouth, he sliced the sharp edges of his teeth across her tender skin.
Her blood spurted onto his tongue. Hot, rich, and coppery, it was an aphrodisiac a thousand times stronger than the synthetic versions on Krina. Genetic modification had ensured his people were no longer reliant on blood to survive, but the craving for the resulting high had never gone away. Arus could hear Delia crying out, feel her nails digging into his skin, and he realized distantly that the pacifying chemical in his saliva was working on her—that she was feeling some of the mind-bending pleasure that held him in its grip.
That was his last coherent thought. Everything afterwards was a blur of violent ecstasy, of her taste and scent and feel. Arus took the girl relentlessly, without restraint, and she met his savage thrusts with equal hunger, her slender limbs wrapped around him as he fucked her for hours on end. The bliss rushing through his veins left him unable to think or reason; all he knew was that he had to have her, over and over again.