Nyx.
His eyes were locked onto hers, but his lips… they were sealed around her nipple. Tongue working, suction rolling that beaded peak in slow, agonizing waves while he rolled the other between forefinger and thumb. Careful of his claws. Petting the transition from scales to delicate skin.
“Nyx,” she whispered, voice a breathy little burr of sound. “What… what are you doing?”
Humming, somehow hitting a vibration that felt patronizing and droll, as if it should be obvious, he lifted one brow and switched to her unattended nipple without bothering to answer her question.
She laughed, fingers tangling in his hair. “Rude.”
Shifting more fully above her, he turned that hum into something deeper. Sending the sound straight down her spine, where it tugged at the backside of her pelvis. Where heat pooled between her thighs, traced the bowl of her womb.
Gills flaring wide, she gasped. Head falling back as she cursed and arched for him. Dazed by it. Not sure how to behave, for she’d grown accustomed to the savagery of rutting. Knew how to draw pleasure from the haze of male need.
She didn’t know what to do with…this.
It was… soft. Slow.
A kind of worship she’d only ever given. One she’d never…takenbefore, even when he’d set his lips between her legs and feasted.
This was… different.
Each sucking pull sent a shower of sparks cascading through her scales. Rippling in peals of gold and violet that chased each other across her skin.
Lifting her head, lips parting on a ragged breath, she stared down at him with wide eyes. “You… you don’t… have to…”
Her hips jerked, silencing her denial.
Slick.
It brightened the water with the truth she was too timid to admit. Lightning and citrus, laced with that sweet, warm glow of honey.
“Don’t…” Throat working, pupils ballooning out in a slow sweep, she licked her lips. Entranced by the deep pull. The suction on nipples growing more sensitive with every passing tide as the pregnancy altered her body. Enchanted by the ache building in her womb. “Don’t stop.”
Wicked amusement blazed in his eyes, and he growled. Low. Releasing her caught nipple with a lewd, wetpop.
“Oh, you heartless?—”
He switched. Hungrier now, sucking hard enough to make her spine arch as he pulled her into the heat of his mouth. Scraping her delicate skin with the point of his fangs without breaking the skin.
Teasing her.
Breath growing ragged, Kore’s breath heaved between her lips. Bubbled through her gills. “O-Oh,” she gasped, cheeks flushed warm as her biolume heated. “Yes. That… Like that.”
And then, fingers wandering, she traced the bladed edge of his jaw. Feeling him work that relentless rhythm as her whole world grew narrow. Fixed. To the careful press of his claws and the delicious, tender heat pulling at her skin.
It was perfect.
Not enough.
Maddening and dreamy. Exceptional torment.
“Please,” she whispered, “I… I need you. Inside me,” she breathed, letting the words tumble out before her pride might catch them.
He didn't answer.
Held his silence and continued to feast.
Watching her from below, predatory and coiled. Almost… desperate. As if searching for something she didn’t know to look for. “Nyx, what?—”