Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

Pure unadulterated need.

“Nee-ya…”

Her hands flattened against his chest, tracing over his skin as she looked up at him.

“Kiss me.” Her gaze fell to his lips.

Kiss?

Her gaze stayed there and understanding dawned.

The mouth mating. Mouth phekking.

A groan rumbled through him as he dipped his head to hers.

Her tongue was smooth, soft, and it felt too good brushing against his.

One of her arms came up to wrap around his neck as the other disappeared between them.

He was so consumed with the taste of her in his mouth that when her hand clasped his cock, he shuddered so hard she shook against him.

Without breaking the contact of their lips, Nee-ya shuffled down beneath him till their pelvises lined up. Her head was tilted back and he had to bend so they could maintain this kiss but he didn’t want it any other way.

And it seemed she didn’t either.

Briefly, he wondered what she was doing but when he felt the warmth between her thighs slide against his hardness, all other thoughts left his mind.

She was rubbing the underside of his shaft against her sweet folds and he had to pause as the absolute pleasure of it made him shudder again.

As their tongues swirled and stroked against each other, Nia moved her hips, massaging his shaft with her soft warmth.

A groan left him and he gripped her by the hips. Surging against her, he drove his shaft up through her folds and she moaned loudly against his lips.

Pulling back, he did it again, and again, until every time he surged forward, she whimpered and trembled.

And he enjoyed every second of it.

Hearing her whimper, hearing her moan was like sweet torment that was driving him over the edge and when she broke the kiss to cry out against him was the only time he took a moment to slow down.

The scent of her arousal was strong as she shuddered through her peak and Ka’Cit moved a hand down toward her core.

She was so soft and wet there and when he slid a finger gently inside her, she whimpered against him once more.

“Too much?” he whispered.

Nee-ya shook her head. “Not enough.”

Phek.

She shouldn’t say those things. Not when he was fighting so hard to keep in control.

She wrapped her thighs around him and he couldn’t resist any longer. Rising up on his knees, he took her with him.

Her chest was heaving, her body still shuddering from her release, and she looked mildly surprised but she wrapped her hands around his shoulders.

Ka’Cit lowered his head to her neck and ran his tongue over her skin there.

With one hand, he directed his cock to her entrance and a groan shuddered through him as he felt her slickness.