She was flushed with desire, her breathing coming in small pants, though her need wasn’t as unnaturally all-consuming as when she’d had her ring manipulated. His body clearly excited her—not even the pronounced ridges along the edge of his cockhead scared her off—and the heavier scent of her arousal had him clutching at the sheets to stop himself from taking charge.

“I want to bury myself in your slick little pussy,” he growled, choosing to voice his desires instead of acting on them. “Every inch, until my balls slap against your gorgeous ass and you cry out from pleasure.”

Selma made a squeaky little noise, a mix between a pant and a whimper, and squeezed her hand harder around his cock as she stroked back down with a jerking movement that made his hips lift eagerly.

“Let me touch you, little one,” he pleaded. “I want to fuck you, need to feel you tighten around me.”

Her lips quirked into a smile, but her eyes stayed on his thick girth. “Soon.”

Kain would have argued—was moments away from begging—but before he managed to open his mouth to do so, she wrapped her other hand around his shaft, moving both in tandem to squeeze his hard length.

“This feels amazing,” she murmured, not taking her eyes from what she was doing. “You’re so hot, so thick… I love how silky-soft, yet relentlessly hard you are against my palms.”

He groaned unintelligibly, way too focused on the sensation of her small hands massaging him to take in her praise. He’d known lust since he hit puberty, and had known the pleasures of the flesh for the same amount of time, but never had he felt what she awakened in him with every caress and every squeeze.

The tender thing in his chest throbbed and mingled with the hot burn of lust, leaving him suspended in a near-maddening state of consciousness. When she bent over to lick up along his pulsing head, he growled hoarsely. His fingers dug into the mattress, carving his desire for her deep into the fabric.

“You taste like sex,” she breathed, sending shivers through him as the air hit his sensitive skin. Her voice had gone thick and a little shaky with her own lust. Then her tongue darted out again, flicking in between two ridges along the rim, teasing the cartilage meant to keep her in place while he mated her.

The sharp spike of pleasure surprised him—everything about that particular part of his anatomy was about force and pressure, and he’d had no idea how responsive the ridges were to gentle touches.

Selma apparently took his involuntary moans as encouragement, choosing to close her full lips around one of the ridges so she could suck on it.