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  “Th-thank you.” God, why couldn’t she speak without stuttering? But her heart was beating so hard it was difficult to talk at all—let alone coherently.

  Sylvan gave her a little half smile, then pressed his cheek directly to her mound and inhaled deeply. “Gods, your fragrance is so enticing.” His deep voice had dropped to a lustful growl that seemed to do strange things to Sophia’s insides. “It’s almost a shame to mask it. I could breathe you in all day.”

  “You could?” It seemed hard to believe he liked it so much, but the hungry look in his eyes let her know he was telling the truth. In fact, the aroma of her pussy seemed to act on him like catnip would on a cat.

  “Mm-hmm, I could.” Turning his face, he rubbed his other cheek against the soft, light brown curls that decorated her mound and then used his lips the same way.

  It was all incredibly stimulating but she was beginning to wonder if he would ever get around to marking her actual pussy. The need in her was growing stronger. And even though she tried to tell herself he was only doing this out of necessity and she shouldn’t get too excited, she couldn’t help clutching the bedspread every time he touched her.

  Sylvan seemed to sense her impatience because he looked up at her and murmured, “Your outer lips first.”

  “O-okay.” Sophie nodded.

  He raised an eyebrow at her. “I’ll need to lick you again. A lot.”

  “That…that’s okay.” She nodded again, trying to appear unconcerned even though her heart was thundering in her ears.

  “Slowly,” Sylvan said and she wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. But the next minute the question was driven out of her head by his first long, slow lick.

  He started on the right side of her pussy, only caressing her outer lips with his tongue, obviously taking his time. First he flattened his tongue and lapped upward, and then he sucked her briefly into his mouth before repeating the slow, upward lick. It was like he was eating a dripping ice cream cone, trying to lap it all up before it melted completely—which was exactly what Sophie felt was happening to her. She was melting into a puddle under his slow, patient tongue, losing herself in the pleasure and anticipation he was creating.

  By the time he got around to the left side of her pussy, her breathing was fast and short. She could feel his hot breath on her clit, which was swollen and peeping out from between her outer lips. But Sylvan was careful to avoid touching it, concentrating exclusively on the outside of her pussy, just as he had promised. Which is fine, she told herself sternly, trying to control her breathing. After all, it’s not like I want him to lick me there—inside. It’s probably going to be incredibly embarrassing, anyway. So why would I want it?

  But she did want it—she couldn’t help herself. Watching Sylvan between her legs, making love to her with his mouth so reverently had done something to her—made her want things she’d never even dreamed of before. And the desire had a momentum of its own—once started, it kept growing until it seemed impossible to turn off.

  Sylvan seemed to be enjoying himself as much as she was, making low noises of desire in his throat as he lapped and sucked. Every now and then he looked up and met her eyes as he took another slow, seductive lick. Sophie almost couldn’t look at him—at the lust in those pale blue eyes that was wholly directed at her. And yet she couldn’t look away, either. Both of them were caught up in the act they were playing out together, she realized. They might be doing it out of necessity but there was no use denying the pleasure it gave her to receive his soft, intimate kisses or the pleasure he took in giving them.

  At last, after what seemed like an eternity, he looked up at her again with half-lidded eyes. “It’s time, Talana,” he murmured, his deep voice hoarse. “I need to mark the inside of your pussy. Are you ready to let me spread you open?”

  “I…I guess so.” Sophie wished her voice wouldn’t tremble so much. But it was beyond her control—the anticipation he had built in her like a slow fire felt like it was about to explode and burn her to ashes.

  He arched an eyebrow. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.” Sophie nodded, feeling her cheeks grow hot. “I mean, yes, please. I…I don’t know what I’d do if you stopped now.” She didn’t know where she got the boldness to say such a thing—it just somehow came out.

  Her timid display of eagerness seemed to please Sylvan because he made a soft, growling sound of approval. “I don’t either. Of course, I need to mark you thoroughly—but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to taste your sweet inner pussy, Sophia.”

  Then slowly, deliberately, he placed his thumbs on her outer lips and spread her wide.

  Sophie moaned softly when she felt the cool air caress her heated inner folds. Once again she had the sensation of melting like an ice cream cone and…Oh no! She looked down to where Sylvan was holding her open so gently and felt her stomach clench. She really was dripping like an ice cream cone. The inside of her pussy was so wet she was literally leaking.

  “Oh my God!” She struggled to get up, to shut her legs, but Sylvan held her in place gently but firmly.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at her anxiously. “Did I open you too soon?”

  “No, I…” Sophie shook her head, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize I was getting so…so…”

  “So wet?” The lust in his deep voice surprised her. She stopped trying to close her legs and looked at him uncertainly.

  “Yes. I mean, I’ve never…I told you no one has ever done this to me so I didn’t know I’d…I’d make such a mess. I mean, I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” He looked up at her with that maddening little half-smile of his. “You’re a numala. That’s all.”

  “A…a what?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t think there’s a word for it in your language. But it my native tongue it translates as ‘liquid pussy.’ A female who gets so wet it’s like dipping your face in a tropical ocean when you taste her.”

  “And that’s a bad thing, right?” Sophie asked anxiously. “I mean to be a nu…a nu-whatever you call it.”

  “A numala and actually it’s considered a very good thing,” he murmured. “Such females are highly prized. Any male that has one as a mate is envied.”

  “But…but why?” Sophie asked in a whisper. “I mean, it’s so…so embarrassing.”

  “It’s beautiful,” he corrected her gently. “Just look at yourself, Sophia.”

  “I am looking.”

  “Look harder—see yourself as I see you. Your soft little pussy is so full and swollen…your folds are such a deep, gorgeous pink.” He looked up at her slowly. “And you’re so wet. So generous with your cunt honey, my beautiful numala,” he murmured.

  “I…I…” Sophie wasn’t sure what to say. She only knew she couldn’t look away from him, that his eyes were holding hers captive as surely as his thumbs were holding her pussy open, spread wide for his pleasure.

  “May I taste you?” he asked, his voice deep with need. “Not just to mark you, Talana. I want to bring you pleasure. To taste your nectar from the source.”

  Sophie felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest. “You…you really want to?” she whispered, almost inaudibly.

  “You have no idea how much I want to,” he said softly. “Let me prove to you how beautiful you are. And how delicious.” Ducking his head, he placed the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her slit. Then, his eyes never leaving hers, he flattened his tongue and lapped upward long and slow, capturing as much of her honey as he could.

  Sophie’s hips bucked upward as his heated tongue finally made contact with her clit and she moaned involuntarily at the hot sight. God, he wasn’t kidding—he really does like it. She could scarcely believe it but the way Sylvan immediately went back for more let her know it was true.

  She didn’t know how long it went on for but it seemed like ages and ages. Even now that he had gotten to the “main event,” Sylvan seem