Chapter 5

The moment he walks into my room, I recognize Shuvo as the male I saw watching me from across the concourse. Mostly, it's his body language that gives him away. Up close, he looks very different than I expect. Eyes that I thought were just a dark color are actually all black, without any hint of pale sclera.

Demon eyes.

The first time I noticed them, it was unnerving, but the longer I look, the more used to them I grow. His hair is a perfect shade of platinum that Earth women would spend fortunes to achieve. It's long, flowing and especially striking paired with his dark gray skin. The black tunic he's wearing is open at the neck, and I don't miss the way his throat bobs when I touch him there. The long sleeves are rolled to his elbows, showing off even more of his corded arms.

Letting my hand drop from his chest, I turn away from him and make my way over to the bed. When I turn back to him, he hasn't moved, but his eyes haven't strayed from me. Holding his gaze, I slowly slide my robe from my shoulders and let it pool on the floor around my feet. I have a decent figure, even after two pregnancies. I've always been on the lean side with curves in all the right places. Yet, I feel strangely self-conscious with the way he's staring at my nakedness.

His face is expressionless. Does he like what he sees? I've never really cared before, but now, with Shuvo, I find myself caring very much.

His eyes narrow, and an airy rumble fills the air between us. It's a strange not-growl that seems to come from deep in his chest. My breaths turn shallow, and a slow throb begins between my legs. His nostrils flare slightly, and then his expression turns… hungry. A zing of lust makes my pussy clench when his lips part and a dark tongue darts out to moisten his bottom lip, flashing a hint of black fang. Not white enamel, like I expect, but black like onyx. In two strides, he's across the room.

"My, what sharp teeth you have," I whisper under my breath when he stops directly in front of me.

Shuvo cocks his head to the side at the reference he wouldn't understand, and I wave the words away.

"You're overdressed," I say louder. Suddenly, I feel every bit as naked as I am, standing in front of him while he's fully dressed.

Without looking away from me, he reaches over his head, pulls his shirt off and tosses it away. Next, those long, nimble fingers go to the front of his pants, and before I have a chance to savor the striptease, he slides them down his lean legs and kicks them aside too.

My fingers tingle, wanting to reach out and trace each of his rippling muscles suddenly on display. His body resembles a very athletic human man. One who waxes, because Shuvo completely lacks any body hair, except for what is on his head.

Does he feel as smooth as he looks?I wonder, until my gaze reaches his hips, and all similarities to humans disappear.

Oh my. He has two ridged appendages that follow the deep V's carved into his hips, pointing the way to his massive cock that curves up toward his stomach from between his thighs. It's a bluish-gray color, darker than the rest of his body, and instead of hanging testicles, they sort of balloon out around his thick base. His shaft tapers up into a blunt tip with a—a part that reminds me of a cobra's hood that flares out just below the head.

I have to physically drag my eyes back up to his face, where I find him smirking at me.

Like what you see?his expression seems to say.

Shuvo's eyes drop to my breasts, and his smirk falls away when his attention is taken by the sight of my body, much like mine was by his. When he slowly reaches out for me, I draw in a breath and steady myself, expecting his hands to go my sensitive breasts. Instead, he slides them around my waist and drags me against his solid body. Between us, his cock is a steel bar pressing into my belly. His skin is warm against mine, almost hot, as he slides a hand up my back, carding his fingers under my hair where he cups the back of my head.

My eyelids flutter but don't close at the sensations that lick across my skin.

The hand palming the back of my head slowly closes into a fist around my hair, and he gently pulls my head back, arching my spine before he leans down to close his lips around one of my nipples. Sparks flare across my vision, and my breath catches on a gasp at the first flick of his tongue over my tight bud. When he adds suction, drawing my nipple deeper into his warm mouth, I moan low and long.

Shuvo pulls back with a wet pop and glances up at me with a sly smile before switching to the other nipple, making sure to give both sides equal attention.

I curl my fingers around his wide shoulders so my nails bite into his skin. Soft gasps fall from my lips when his teeth gently rake across my sensitive nipple. Then he lets go to start a trail of soft kisses up to the hollow of my throat.

My head falls back, and my hips roll against him when his hands slide down to cup my bottom, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he lifts me off my feet like I don't weigh a thing. My legs wrap around his hips at the same time my arms slide around his neck, trapping his hard length against my soaking center.

Then he starts to rock against me, rolling the length of his cock through my slick folds and against my clit until I forget to breathe. Heat engulfs my entire body, and my hands tighten around the thick hair at the back of his head. My mouth falls open to allow for my ragged breathing when he shifts, banding an arm around my hips to better hold me in place as he rolls against me. His other hand goes to my chin, tilting my head up, and then his lips are on mine. His tongue tastes the seam of my lips, and I barely have a chance to open for him before he's plunging inside. A deep moan rumbles from deep in his chest at his first taste of me, and I can't help but mimic the sound. He tastes sinful. Dark and hot with rich spices.

Angling his head, he strokes my tongue with his, plundering until I'm engulfed in the intense desire he's ignited. Without taking his lips from mine, he turns us so he can lay me across the bed, pinning me in place with his weight. His hips roll, grinding against me until I'm writhing under him and dangerously close to coming.

With no small amount of effort, he pulls away from my mouth and wastes no time peppering kisses down my body to my parted my legs. For a long moment, he stares at my quivering pussy, then drops to his knees like his legs have given out. Hooking his arms behind my knees, he drags my ass to the edge of the mattress and spreads me wide with hands and shoulders.

"Shuv—" his head drops, and then his mouth is on me, devouring the slick arousal that's pouring out of me, "—oh!"

I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue, dropping my hands to the top of his head when he swirls the tip around my clit before delving back down to my weeping core. My hips shift, rolling to meet each swipe of that talented tongue. Keening moans fall past my lips from the pleasure he's giving me. My fingers thread through the silky strands of his hair…pulling and pushing…watching…needing more—oh, God.

All too soon I'm at the knife's edge of an orgasm. That's when he looks up at me from between my spread legs with a smirk. Pulling back from the sloppy mess he's made of my pussy, his black eyes are heavy-lidded, and his lips glisten with my arousal. He drags his tongue across his bottom lip with a moan.

"Don't stop!" I beg, lifting my hips. "Please."

Keeping his eyes on me this time, he lowers his mouth between my thighs again. He flicks his tongue through my drenched folds to tease my clit until I'm squirming again.

When his thumb slips into my tight channel, my body tenses around him, and my already primed core starts to flutter. God, if just his thumb feels this good, how would the rest of him feel? I think about that flared hood that surrounds his cockhead. Is it soft or firm? How will that feel sliding over my G-spot?

He circles my sensitive nub with his tongue again before drawing it between his lips. With his eyes fixed on me…he sucks.

"Shuvo!" I gasp as my head kicks back against the soft bed and all the air leaves my lungs. My spine bows, and I arch up against him as I detonate against his mouth.