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“I…well…” Though she craved this particular act, Isobel was ashamed to admit it. But the idea of lying on the bed and allowing the big Kindred to kiss the naughty, see-through panties she was wearing and her throbbing pussy beneath them turned her on so much she could barely breathe. “All right,” she whispered at last. “But only…only kiss my panties, all right?”

  “As you wish.” Hail nodded. Then, with one swift motion, he had her on her back, lifting her with one arm and positioning her quickly but carefully in the center of the round bed.

  Isobel had a moment to realize how incredibly strong he was. He’d lifted her as though she weighed no more than a kitten and since she was more than a little plus-sized, that wasn’t something a human man could have done very easily.

  But before she could consider his strength any further, Hail was kneeling in front of her and urging her to open her thighs.

  “Open for me, Isobel,” he murmured in that soft, growling tone that sent shivers of desire down her spine. “Open and let me kiss your pretty little panties.”

  Biting her lip, Isobel did as he said, spreading her thighs for him to show the tiny, cobweb thin panties. Just as she had suspected earlier, they were soaked with her juices—so wet that the thin material was clinging to her plump pussy lips. She saw, with embarrassment, that even her clit was visible, peeking out from between her outer lips as though begging for attention.

  Hail drew in a deep breath and let it out in a low, ragged groan.

  “Gods,” he murmured. “So beautiful! I never dreamed…” He looked up at her, his eyes blazing. “You honor me, Isobel,” he said softly. “Opening yourself for me this way. I never hoped to see such beauty or to be allowed to taste it.”

  “You…you’re only supposed to kiss my panties,” she reminded him breathlessly. “That’s all.”

  “These little panties, you mean?” With one long finger, he traced a line down the center of her slit, making Isobel jump and moan.

  “Y-yes,” she stammered.

  “And where should I kiss them? Here?” Leaning forward, Hail pressed a soft, hot kiss to the right side of her pussy.

  Isobel moaned again when she felt his hot breath on her bare thighs and sensitive flesh. “I… I guess,” she gasped.

  “Here?” Hail kissed the left side and paused to rub his scratchy cheek against the tender skin of her inner thigh, almost like a cat marking its territory. He looked up at Isobel, catching her eyes with his own. “Or here?” he growled. Leaning forward again, he planted a long, hot, openmouthed kiss directly over her open slit.

  Isobel gasped and bucked up involuntarily, as she felt his tongue laving gently over her clit. The cobweb-thin panties barely seemed to be there at all—it was almost as though she could feel everything Hail was doing to her—as though he was kissing her bare pussy with nothing between them.

  But apparently it wasn’t enough for the big Kindred.

  “Isobel,” he murmured, looking up at her. “I love kissing your panties but they seem to be bunched up a little here. He traced her tingling slit through the thin material. “Don’t you think it would be better—easier for me to kiss you—if some of the bumps were smoothed out? If you spread your pussy for me the surface would be much smoother…easier to kiss fully.”

  “Oh…” Isobel’s breath caught in her throat. “You…you want me to…”

  “To reach into your panties and spread your pussy open for me.” His eyes were burning. “Can you do that for me, Isobel?”

  “I…I guess so.” With trembling fingers, she reached into the thin panties and spread her pussy lips for him. The damp material now clung to the ripe, pink pearl of her clit which was completely exposed.

  “Gods…” Hail drew in a ragged breath. “So beautiful,” he murmured. He looked up at her. “Can I kiss you again, Isobel? Can I kiss your panties?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, still holding herself open for him. “Yes, please Hail. Kiss…kiss them again.”

  This time he made no pretense about it—he dragged his tongue over the thin material and then laid a hot, wet kiss directly over her exposed clit. Isobel gasped as he sucked her tender, aching bud between his lips, and bucked her hips up helplessly as he kissed her.

  The hot, tender kiss seemed to go on and on but finally Hail ended it. He rubbed his scratchy cheek against her other thigh and inhaled deeply again.

  “Gods, you taste so good,” he groaned, his big hands curling around her thighs. “And your scent is so warm…so feminine.” He looked up at her. “It’s intoxicating, Isobel.”

  “Th-thank you,” she managed to stammer. “I…I’m glad you like it.”

  “I love it,” he growled. “I love all of your beautiful body. Your full hips…your luscious ass…your gorgeous breasts. I could worship you all night with my hands and mouth and never grow tired of it.”

  “Oh…” Isobel whispered. Once again she was struck by the depth of his passion and his eloquence in expressing it. Struck and more than a little turned on. He made her feel beautiful in a way her ex never had—made her feel like a goddess. It was a heady feeling.

  “No more games—I need to taste you without these,” Hail murmured, stroking a long finger over her panties again. “Need to lap your sweet pussy and taste your honey straight from the source. Can you let me do that, Isobel?”

  “I…I guess so,” she whispered. Lifting her hips, she allowed him to slide the soaked panties down and toss them to one side. Then, with a low, hungry growl, Hail dragged her forward until her legs were resting over his broad shoulders.

  “Spread for me, Isobel,” he commanded in a rough, almost animalistic tone. “Spread your legs and let me eat your sweet pussy with nothing between us.”

  With a soft moan, Isobel obeyed, opening her thighs wider to allow him entrance. Hail wound his big arms around her thighs and leaned down to take a long, leisurely tour of her sex. Isobel had to bite back a cry as she felt his hot, wet tongue start at the bottom of her slit and then drag upward, sliding over her throbbing clit as he tasted her.

  “Hail!” she gasped as he did it again. And then, somehow, she found her fingers were buried in his thick, dark hair and she was tugging him forward.

  “Gods, Isobel…” He looked up, his mouth shiny and wet with her juices.

  “Oh,” she whispered uncertainly. “Did I pull your hair too hard? Did I hurt you?”

  “A little,” he admitted, his voice a soft, lustful growl.

  “I’m so sorry!” Isobel exclaimed.

  His eyes flashed. “Don’t be—I loved it. Do it again. Put me where you need me—show me the best way to pleasure you.”

  The hot look in those pale blue eyes seemed to do something to Isobel’s insides. She gripped his hair harder and pushed him down shamelessly, guiding him as he had requested.

  Once again, though he was new to this, Hail proved himself to be a quick and eager learner. When Isobel swirled her hips in a circle, he quickly got the idea and began circling her throbbing clit with his tongue and when she pressed down on his head, he dipped lower and thrust deep into her pussy, lapping her honey straight from the source and swallowing eagerly, as he had said he wanted to do.

  “Oh! Oh, God, Hail!” Isobel moaned and threw her head back. Suddenly, she was confronted with the image of herself with the big Kindred between her thighs. She had forgotten about the mirror mounted above the circular bed and now she found she couldn’t tear her eyes away from what she saw.

  Lying open on the bed, her breasts bare and her thighs spread, was a woman with long, golden brown hair. Her nipples were stiff, hard points and her brown eyes were sleepy with desire. Her hands were buried in the thick black hair of the huge male who knelt between her thighs, lapping and sucking, teasing her pussy with pleasure until she didn’t know if she could stand any more.

  She couldn’t stop watching as one of Hail’s big hands stroked up her body to capture her right breast. He kneaded it in his warm palm, his fingers working as he pinched her aching nipple w