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  It was all she’d ever wanted, despite the unconventional way she was going about it. And it was right then that she knew she would never regret going to Madame Allegria’s. If she hadn’t been brave, if she hadn’t broken past her insecurities and fears, she would’ve never met Khiva. She would’ve never been naked, underneath his heavy warmth, as he kissed her senseless and made her belly tighten and flutter with desire. She would’ve never known the heat of his touch or the color of his eyes.

  It didn’t matter that she was paying a small fortune for his time. Not right then at least. Nothing would dampen her desire at that moment. Nothing in the entire universe.

  When the roughened pads of his fingertips sought between her legs, she moaned, already on the edge. A familiar, yet still strange warmth began just above her belly button and she felt Khiva’s pre-cum pool there, melting into her skin.

  “Khiva,” she said, her voice sounding strangled and husky to her own ears. Her hands gripped his forearms planted on both sides of her. “Please.”

  When he pulled back to look at her, his pupils were dilated so wide that she could see her reflection in the blackness.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore,” she urged, her body already squirming beneath his in impatience. She licked her lips when she felt his pre-cum start to heat in her bloodstream. “Oh.”

  Suddenly, he sunk two fingers inside her tight heat and she bucked her hips. The bath had loosened her muscles so that the slight stretching she felt wasn’t painful. Whatever Khiva wanted to know, he was satisfied with whatever he found since he rumbled out a pleased trill.

  His fingers retreated and she almost groaned at the loss. She wanted that feeling of fullness. But then Khiva repositioned his body so that he was kneeling between her thighs, his cock jutting high against his taut abdomen. He pushed open her thighs, obscenely wide, and he growled, his eyes locked on her aching, pink sex.

  “Vauk,” he cursed softly before his eyes flashed up to hers. “Vellka.”

  Eve flushed, remembering that word, knowing it meant ‘beauty’ or ‘beautiful’ or some other form of that word in his language.

  “Khiva.”

  She watched him reach down and coat one finger in his pre-cum. His voice was unrecognizable as he rasped, “I could cum simply looking at you, leeldra.”

  Another flood of arousal drowned her, making her head spin. She gave a shocked cry of pleasure when he brushed his coated finger directly over her clit and immediately she felt just on the verge of orgasm, but knew that she couldn’t get there without his touch.

  “It will not make you cum,” he rasped, fisting the base of his cock and leaning over her. Her back arched, her skin tingling, when she felt the bulbous head nudge her entrance. “But it will keep you on the cusp. That delicious moment, right before your world breaks apart and changes.”

  Eve’s lips parted as she looked up at him. Her hand found the back of his neck and she pulled his head down, finding his lips in a desperate kiss. God, she wanted him. So much.

  Against her lips, he murmured, “I will change you, leedra. You will never be the same.”

  Eve felt those ominous words burrow inside her until she felt them etched in her bones.

  Without a doubt, she knew his words were true. And some part of her recognized that what he said would hold true, long after that night.

  Eve gasped when she felt his hips nudge forward, her body tensing up as the round head of his cock entered her, stretched her.

  “Vauk,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across her left cheekbone. “Relax, Evelyn. Relax for me.”

  She licked her lips, nodding against him, and made an effort to loosen her muscles, to breathe deeply, and let what was meant to happen next happen.

  “Pax,” he whispered, kissing her nose, her eyelids, and Eve felt a warmth envelop her at his actions. “More now.”

  He nudged in another inch and then another, huffing out rough breaths as he did. It was then that the stinging pain started, but it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. If she made a conscious effort to relax around him, it was only a slight discomfort, probably due to the pleasure that still racked her body from his pre-cum on her clit.

  “Do you need time for more?” he rasped.

  “No, it’s not that painful yet.”

  Then again, she hadn’t even taken a fourth of his length yet.

  And just as she feared, when he retreated and then slowly thrust back inside, driving more of his thickness inside her, that stinging became a painful pinch.

  But she breathed through her nostrils and said, “More, Khiva.”

  She groaned deep in her throat, a strange mix of pain and pleasure erupting through her body as he tore her hymen, tearing the flesh that signaled she was a virgin no more.

  “Leeldra,” he rasped, his voice floating over as her abdomen clenched.

  “I-I’m okay,” she whispered, meeting his eyes. “Just stay still for a moment.”

  Immediately, his fingers drifted over her clit, putting the right amount of pressure that made her belly flutter. Her hands traced over his large shoulders, feeling the solid strength of the muscles there, before smoothing down his back. His skin felt like slick suede with the oil and she made small circles on his back, needing to touch him.

  When she met his eyes, he had a strange, unreadable look.

  “What is it?” she whispered, feeling her body slowly start to accommodate his thickness.

  Khiva shook his head in a very human way and the expression was gone. Something in his gaze, however, made her feel warm and hot.

  “More?” he asked hoarsely.

  Her lips quirked and she nodded. Again, he retreated from her body before driving back inside. Another couple inches, but she was already becoming used to his size, to the strange sensation of intense fullness and heat.

  When he pulled out for the last time and then thrust back in, he hilted inside her, as much as physically possible, at least, because his cock was too long for her to take all of him.

  A strained bellow fell from his lips as Eve choked out a startled moan. She bit her lip, her heartbeat thrumming in her throat. She became aware, for the first time, that his pre-cum was beginning to warm inside her and her wide-eyed gaze went to him as her back arched in response.

  For the first time, Khiva’s lips curled at the edges into a small smile as he watched her squirm on his cock.

  “Khiva,” she whispered.

  “Ready?” he growled. “I cannot wait a moment longer to mate you the way I need to, Evelyn.”

  Mate. Such a primal word and she felt that word all the way to her wet, aching sex.

  Eve hardly managed a nod before Khiva retreated and thrust back into her. Hard. So hard she sucked in a breath, almost choking on a surprised moan at the same time. There was only a slight feeling of discomfort before the soft pleasure from his pre-cum stole it away.

  And then there was only pleasure. Intense, endless pleasure.

  “Pax,” Khiva growled, before he did it again. And again. And again.

  Eve’s hand came to the back of his shoulders, her fingernails clenching into his skin as she tried to hang on.

  “Oh my God,” she cried, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her spine bowed.

  This is what I’ve been missing, she thought mindlessly, in a pleasure-filled haze that hardly seemed real. Never had she felt anything like the feel of a male’s demanding cock inside her. She felt Khiva’s warm, ragged pants whisper across her skin as he kissed and sucked the side of her neck and below her ear. The heat of him, the weight of him, the smell of him…it was divine.

  And the way he groaned and trilled deep in his throat whenever she clamped down on him…nothing had ever aroused her as much as those sounds.

  Eve felt so full. Every dizzying thrust of his cock inside her dragged across her sensitive inner walls. Every jerk, every breath, every perfect snap or roll of his powerful hips against her was absolute perfection.

  Before she k
new it, before she was ready, she was cumming.

  She heard her scream before she realized it was her own as rhythmic waves of pleasure stole what remained of her breath. As the walls of her sex clenched, she realized her orgasm felt so vastly different because she was filled to the brim with Khiva’s cock.

  She heard a rough growl through the haze of pleasure and felt Khiva’s hips snap forward, so hard that her teeth clattered and another dizzying wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

  Full, full, full, her mind screamed. God, he was so hard, so thick inside her. With every retreat, that bulbous head of his cock stretched her entrance in a maddening, arousing way. Her hips moved restlessly of their own accord, matching his thrusts even though she was still in the thick of her orgasm.

  “K-Khiva,” she moaned, looking up at him, her breasts bobbing in time with their combined thrusts.

  The deep green and gold and inky indigo of his swirling beautiful eyes watched her, consumed her. His mouth moved, guttural words tumbling his lips, but it took Eve a moment to realize they were in his own language, the Keriv’i language.

  What he said, she didn’t know. But the expression on his face was intense, similar to the one he’d had when she’d stroked down his back. Her skin prickled and goosebumps erupted over every inch of her flesh, her body apparently hearing what went unspoken.

  Her gaze was drawn between their bodies and she swallowed a gasp as she watched him thrust into her, his thickness disappearing inside. It was an erotic sight. His dark cock was slick with her arousal and creamy wetness, his clear pre-cum gleaming at the very tip. And her sex…it was pink and aching and flushed with her desire for the male between her thighs.

  Right then, she understood why he’d used the word mate. They weren’t just having sex. Khiva was mating her body. The sounds of it filled the room, of flesh slapping against flesh, of breathy moans and rough pants. It was the way her fingernails raked down his back and the way he growled in response, a sound she felt almost as deeply as his cock. And the smell…she could become addicted to that singular musky, spicy scent.

  “I cannot…” he started to say before his eyes squeezed shut. “Vauk, leeldra! Forgive me, I cannot last. I need to cum!”

  Forgive him? she thought in a daze, almost wanting to chuckle if another orgasm wasn’t so close, if he wasn’t so, so deep.

  Belatedly, Eve realized she’d somehow forgotten that a Keriv’i’s cum was the reason they were so infamous, why a night with one of them was so expensive. She’d been so wrapped up in Khiva that when she felt the streams of his hot seed lash her inner walls, when she heard his loud roar of pleasure fill the room, when she felt his body shake and tremble above her as he emptied himself deep inside…she’d forgotten completely about what would happen next.

  But nothing could’ve prepared her for that, not even if she’d remembered.

  There were no words for the pleasure that welled up inside her, making her body tighten and tighten and tighten…until she snapped, hurtling towards something unknown.

  Khiva stayed inside her body, his shoulders still quaking from his orgasm, as Evelyn’s breaths were stolen straight from her lungs. She screamed again and again, an endless sound, as unparalleled pleasure wrecked her from the inside out.

  “Ah, pax, Evelyn,” Khiva growled. Through the blur, she saw his eyes, saw them rapt on her features as he smoothed his hand through her hair, as though to comfort her. “Feel my teela. Cum for me, leeldra. Cum so hard for me.”

  “K-Khiva, Khiva,” she moaned and gasped as she writhed underneath him. “Oh my God! I…I…”

  Thoughts were wiped from her mind. Whatever she’d been about to say, she forgot it in an instant as the most intense, wild, consuming orgasm of her entire existence raged through her unprepared body.

  Nothing could’ve prepared her for it.

  It wasn’t like a normal orgasm. It didn’t come in waves, it didn’t give her reprieve, it didn’t gently lower her back to reality once it was over. It was like an orgasm that was frozen in time…frozen in that stage of initial descent, where the pleasure assaulted her from all sides, that reckless plunge that made orgasms so deliciously wicked, so deliciously addictive.

  Except it was never-ending. That jarring pleasure never left her, that plunge never let her catch her breath as she writhed on the sheets, as her nipples puckered tighter and tighter, and she gasped like a fish, desperate to gain control of her body.

  Above her, somewhere, in another dimension entirely, Khiva murmured, “Tell me when it is too much, Evelyn.” Eva-leen. His voice changed slightly, growing deeper, “But take it for as long as you can.”

  Oh my God.

  He would ruin her. She knew that.

  She’d known that.

  “I will change you, leedra. You will never be the same,” he’d told her, just before he’d taken her virginity.

  He’d been right.

  Eve would never be the same again.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Khiva never wanted to leave the tight, hot pleasure of his leeldra’s body. With his other clients, he orgasmed inside them and then pulled away, knowing that the teela would distract them long enough so he could gain control and recover whatever emotions raged inside him.

  With Evelyn, however…he stayed imbedded deep within her, feeling her inner walls clench around him, tempting him to continue. He was still erect, even after that shattering orgasm. Keriv’i males could stay erect even after four or five orgasms, but he knew that the female underneath him, writhing beneath him, would need rest.

  He was careful to keep his weight off her since she was so much smaller than he was. Even still, it didn’t prevent him from keeping her hips pinned as his eyes devoured the erotic sight she was gifting him.

  Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips wet and parted in a silent cry. Khiva leaned his head down, unable to resist gently suckling on her upturned, peaked nipples.

  A keening sound left her throat, her torso twisting. Khiva knew her whole body would be sensitive, knew that a Keriv’i’s teela was powerful and consuming.

  He knew it would drive her to madness, but he turned his head to suckle the other and he felt her fingernails grip the flesh of his back.

  Khiva growled, wanting the female laying under him to mark him. Keriv’i healed remarkably quickly, a trait that Madame Allegria knew all too well when it came to punishments. The marks Evelyn made down his back would be gone by the morning, but it aroused him greatly to know they were there.

  When he pulled away from her nipple, he caught her lips in a slow kiss, needing more of her. He trilled when she bit him bottom lip and he punished her by sucking on her tongue.

  A choked sound tore from her throat and her back arched further, eyes squeezed shut through their kiss. Khiva wondered how long it would be before she asked for mercy, but he secretly hoped it wouldn’t be for a long while. It aroused him greatly to watch her like this and his hips jerked inside her of their own accord.

  Evelyn gasped, her eyes flying open. Her gaze was glazed over but she watched him, her breath coming out in fast, shallow pants.

  Khiva groaned, retreating again before thrusting forward. Her tantalizing breasts bobbed with the motion, but with more control than he thought capable, he stopped. She would be sore. If he gave her another thorough mating, he might hurt her.

  So he waited and watched, stroking his fingers down her body, over her pink nipples, over her delicate cheekbones, and through her hair. Khiva knew she liked to be touched and he liked touching her. It helped to distract him from the clenching, pulsing walls that surrounded him. It kept him focused.

  Khiva didn’t know exactly how long it took, but eventually, she rasped, “K-Khiva…I…oh God…uughhh.” Her eyelids fluttered shut and she let out a keening cry, “P-please, I can’t, I c-can’t…”

  Khiva pressed a kiss to her forehead and immediately pulled his cock out, careful not to harm her sensitive sex.

  “Vauk,” he whispered when h
e saw their combined fluids, how wet she still was, but also when he saw evidence that she’d been untried. For some reason, an intense feeling of masculine possession coursed through his body at the sight of the light pink blood that mingled with their combined cum.

  Mine, he thought, his mind going hazy at the sight of it. Old Keriv’i instincts rose, instincts he long thought dead.

  Vauk, vauk, vauk.

  Khiva gave his head a rough shake, pushing all those thoughts from his mind. Nothing good would come from that path of thought. Ignoring the feeling of dread that followed, he rolled from the bed, his hardened cock bobbing against his abdomen as he crossed to the fire, pressing a discreet button along the wall. A drawer whirred forward smoothly. Ten slim, silver devices in black wrapping were meticulously lined up inside, laid out on black silk.

  He grabbed the first one he saw and unwrapped it quickly before returning to Evelyn. For a selfish moment, he watched her from the foot of the bed, desire for her making his head spin. Some of his teela leaked from her body as her legs thrashed. Her arms were limp, thrown wide at her sides, and she bit her lip.

  “K-Khiva!” she cried, breathless.

  His lips curled. If Madame Allegria ever found out he’d taken his time in cleaning up a client, she’d give him ten lashes of the whip for every second he’d made his client wait. But Khiva couldn’t bring himself to care right then. Khiva was tempted to deny Evelyn and let her ride out the teela.

  Veki. It was her first time with him. He needed to be mindful of that. Perhaps with time, she would be open to his particular fantasy.

  Kneeling between her thighs, he gripped her ankles and pulled them wide. Groaning softly at the lush sight of her cunt, Khiva carefully slipped the device inside her a couple inches and activated it with a slight twist of the base.

  He heard the hiss of the neutralizing agent as it cleansed her, as it cleansed his teela from deep within her sex. Not a moment later, Eve’s body fell limp on the sheets, her limbs spread, her chest heaving up and down as she drew in long, ragged, deep breaths.

  Khiva withdrew the neutralizing device and placed it in the waste before returning to her. In his experience with past and present clients, only half liked to be held afterwards. A part of him knew Evelyn would want it…and the other half of him did what he wanted.