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Holding in a worried breath that she would reject him still, he dug beneath her hand. She didn’t stop tugging her shirt down, but she did allow his fingertips to tenderly brush over her abdomen until he touched her shallow navel. His release of breath was overshadowed by a groan when his palm met her supple flesh.

Textured skin greeted him at her side, but her arm clung to her torso to stop him from reaching up to her left breast. He dipped his hand out and shoved it back underneath, but behind her side, so he could glide his palm across the bare flesh of her back.

Little bumps, like claw slices, marred the mostly smooth skin of her back and shoulder blades. He lowered his other hand so he could grip her thigh from behind and drag it upwards.

The tiniest pant fell from her lips, and her pupils dilated. Her gaze drooped lazily. Her stiff posture eased. Emerie grew relaxed in his embrace, and nothing had felt better.

Although it was obvious she still wasn’t going to let him see, she gave him space so he could come forward around her side. Ingram swallowed thickly, in excitement, nervousness, and curiosity.

He’d been dying to know what her breasts truly felt like, and why they were so special she hadn’t allowed him to explore before.

He knew they’d be soft from when they’d been pressed against him, but he hadn’t known they would be so malleable even with theslightestcaress. Her right breast moved under his touch.

He grazed something tiny and firm, and he startled from both surprise and her sharp gasp. Worried he’d hurt her, his gaze darted to her features to find they were even more lax than before, and her eyes held no displeasure.

He tentatively grazed it again. She bit her bottom lip as she moaned and lifted her chest into his touch. Her arousal scent deepened, grew fangs, and chomped at his groin.

This,he groaned, pulling her to him so he could slip his face and beak against the crook of her neck.Touch here. She likes it.He slipped his entire hand over her little breast – unsure if it was truly small or if he was just big – and made sure his roughness always abraded the sensitive point.

He grabbed her arse just so he could feel its round softness as well. With his legs crossed, he drew her closer as his twitching and jerking cock finally broke free of his seam, reaching to the length of his tentacles trying to hold him safely back.

It was a losing battle, and they gave in easily.

Freed and unbearably hard, his lubricant-covered cock jutted between her knees. Ingram licked across her throat, giving into the deep craving that warped his mind every time her scent even had just a hint of its current deliciousness.

The only thing that saved his exposed cock from stinging was her little gasps and tiny moans making it swell and jerk in time. His excitement kept him slick with fresh lubricant.

At peace with this moment, just finally being able to do this, Ingram would have kept touching her plush breast until the sun rose.

“Ingram,” she whispered.

He kneaded her arse as he played with her breast, trying to be even gentler with her supple body. He feared she wanted to take it away from his embrace.

He didn’t want to let her go.

“Emerie,” he pleaded when she pushed against him.

He was forced to retract his hand from her breast, instead holding her side underneath her shirt – unwilling to truly part from her.

She pulled it out herself, then finally let her shirt go so she could release the ties of her pants. They gaped open. She tugged at one of the bows of her underwear, and it loosened as well.

Ingram had been planning to eventually try to dip his hands against her and discover what lay between her thighs. Was she instead... inviting him there?

Fuck,he thought, his orbs darkening and his cock swelling so hard that a bubble of precum welled at the tip. He washopingshe was.

“Be... be really gentle, okay?” she whispered around airy pants, placing his hand between her hips.

She pushed it lower until he slipped underneath her underwear, and something tickled him. Soft hair greeted his fingertips, and he wondered if it matched the bright-orange colour on top of her head.

He didn’t get the chance to play there, not when she pushed even lower and confusing wetness greeted him. Her thighs parted, giving him more room... and Ingram wasn’t sure what to do with it.

He’d never touched a pussy before.

Uncertainty tightened his flesh at what he felt. It was slick like his cock, but he immediately understood why she’d been hesitant about him touching here before.

It was so soft, so delicate, that he worried about tearing the thin folds he felt. He even worried just the callouses on his thick fingers would scrape her.

Ingram looked away from his hand partially inside her black pants to stare at her face. He watched her reactions to make sure he didn’t do anything wrong.