FREE USE in Primitive World-Chapter 306: Exploring Kira’s Body
"Your turn," she breathed, her voice a ragged thread of silk.
Sol didn’t fumble. He moved with the terrifyingly efficient economy of a man who had learned to strip a kill in seconds. His boots hit the floor with the weight of falling boulders. His ruined tunic followed. When he stood entirely exposed to her, the sheer physical pressure of his presence seemed to double.
He was a landscape of ridged muscle and ancient, alien scars he got from his recent dangerous adventures, still healing The Great Badger’s density made him look heavier than his frame should allow, his shoulders broad as a horizon, his abdomen a corded armor of meat and will.
His cock was already a heavy, tensed weight against his thigh, thick and angry.
They didn’t move for a long, suspended heartbeat. They were two gods of a broken world, stripped of their titles, their history, and their clothes.
Sol stepped forward. The bed groaned. He didn’t reach for her waist, he reached for her face. His hands, massive and calloused from recently gripping the spear, and they felt like sandpaper against her skin, framed her head with a terrifying tenderness. He began with her forehead, pressing a long, slow kiss against the skin where her hair met her brow.
"The guilt," he murmured against her skin, "ends here."
He used his thumbs to pull her lips apart, staring at her feline fangs, before he began to work his way down. He moved to her eyes. He kissed the salt-stained lids, his lips lingering on the delicate, fluttering lashes. He tasted the remnants of her grief, drinking the sorrow from her skin as if it were a rare vintage. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Each kiss was a claim, a deliberate erasure of the pain she had carried. He moved to her cheeks, his tongue tracing the path her tears had taken, finding the faint, downy hair near her ears, his teeth nipping at the pointed tips, making her whole body shudder.
Kira’s hands were no longer trembling. They were claws. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, feeling the immovable density of his muscles. She let out a soft, guttural moan... not a cry of help, but a sound of passion.
Hearing this, Sol’s mouth found hers again. This wasn’t the desperate collision of the balcony. It was a siege. He tasted her with a slow, thorough curiosity, his tongue mapping the ridges of her palate, the sharpness of her feline canines, and the velvet heat of her own tongue.
He breathed her air, his lungs filling with the musk of her arousal and the scent of the wild flowers she used to wash her hair.
He broke the kiss only to descend. He trailed his mouth down the elegant, long column of her neck. He found the pulse point at the base of her throat and stayed there, his lips vibrating with the frantic, rhythmic thrum of her life force. He found the sensitive spot just under her jaw and sucked a dark, bruised mark into her skin.
He nipped at the tendon, his teeth grazing the skin with a primal promise, drawing a sharp, hissed breath from her lungs.
"Sol... aaaghhh! You’re burning me," she whispered, her head falling back, exposing the vulnerability of her throat to him.
"I’m a furnace, Kira," he growled into her skin. "And you’re the only thing that can keep the fire from consuming me."
He moved to her shoulders, his kisses widening to encompass the broad, athletic sweep of her frame. He honored her strength, his mouth lingering on the scars that marked her as a warrior. Then, with a deliberation that made the room feel as though it were shrinking, he moved his focus to her breasts.
He didn’t rush. He circled them with his breath first, the hot exhale making her nipples tighten into hard, tensed gems of desire. He cupped them, his heavy hands contrasting with the ivory paleness of her skin.
They were heavy, firm, and warm. He squeezed them, his fingers kneading the muscle beneath the soft skin. He watched her nipples darken and tighten until they were like small, hard stones.
He began to kiss the underside of the swell, moving in slow, spiraling patterns that drew closer and closer to the center. When his tongue finally lashed out to taste the peak, Kira let out a strangled, high-pitched cry, her hips bucking instinctively into his.
He took her into his mouth, his suction deep and demanding. He swirled his tongue around the tensed bud, teasing it with a relentless, rhythmic pressure that sent jolts of electricity through her nervous system. He switched, giving the other the same absolute, worshipping attention, until she was sobbing his name into the quiet of the room.
"Sol... please..."
"Not yet," he growled.
He moved lower. His hands slid down her sides, his fingers tracing the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. He knelt before her on the plush white furs, his face level with her stomach.
His face was inches from her stomach. He licked the center of her abdomen, his tongue tracing the hard lines of her muscle. He kissed her navel, his tongue dipping into the shallow indentation, before fanning out across the tight, defined ridges of her abdomen.
He spent minutes there, his mouth a warm brand against the skin that protected her core. He bit her hip bone, his teeth leaving white marks that turned red in seconds.
Kira’s hands were in his hair now, her fingers tangling in the dark locks, pulling him closer, then pushing him away in a chaotic dance of sensory overload. She felt the heat from his skin jumping to hers, a thousand tiny needles of pleasure stitching their bodies together.
"Look at me," she pleaded, her voice breaking.
Sol looked up. From his position on his knees, he saw the goddess she was. He saw the firelight dancing in her blue eyes, the way her chest heaved with a frantic, beautiful rhythm.
