Kraving Khiva by Zoey Draven

Chapter Fourteen

Eve woke disoriented, from one of the deepest sleeps of her life, with a familiar warmth building between her thighs.

The first thing she noticed, however, as her eyelids fluttered open, was light. Morning light. Programmers’ light.

And in a rush, the previous night—and early, early morning—came back to her.

With a gasp, her head tilted down, her blurry gaze finding Khiva, with his black, long tongue buried between her thighs. Eve didn’t know how long he’d been at it, but she felt on the edge of orgasm and she realized that was why she’d woken so abruptly, as if her body was saying wake up, you don’t want to miss this.

No, she definitely didn’t want to miss this.

“Good morning,” she moaned, her voice husky from sleep.

Khiva lifted his head only long enough to rasp, “Kasunu, leeldra,” which she assumed was the Keriv’i equivalent of her greeting.

And then he wiggled his tongue deep inside her sex, going deep enough to lap at her inner walls, which made sparks jump across her skin. Her nipples tingled as they pebbled tight and her back arched slightly.

Why is he so damn good at this? she thought, her mind still hazy from sleep. Then, she realized that of course, he would be damn good at this. He had to be.

Eve couldn’t help but wonder if he woke up all his clients this way.

She shut down that train of thought before it spiraled out of control and reached down to smooth her hands over his hairless scalp, feeling the different textures of his skin there. Khiva made a rumbling sound and pushed his head harder into her touch. When he gave a gentle suckle to her clit, she lightly raked the tips of her nails across the sensitive flesh, earning her a rough trill that she felt vibrate across her folds.

Last night seemed like a dream. A pleasure-filled, endless, hazy dream that hardly seemed real. But she knew that everything had happened exactly how she remembered it. And while they’d only had sex once, when she’d finally lost her virginity to him, Khiva had kept her satisfied and occupied in other ways.

Most notably, he’d pretty much been buried between her thighs all night, when they weren’t kissing or talking or touching. And while she’d been eager to explore sex more, he’d been concerned that she would be too sore, considering his size.

Eve was sore. Her whole body was sore, not just her sensitive sex. It felt like she’d utilized every muscle the night before during her seemingly endless orgasm that had her clenching all parts of her body and straining muscles she’d never even knew existed.

But it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. And she wanted him again.

“Khiva,” she whispered. “Come here.”

He was defiant for a moment, choosing instead to roll her clit around with the tip of his flattened, talented tongue, which left her gasping. One thing she’d learned about him was that for a male in his line of work, he didn’t take to orders well.

Or perhaps it was simply because she’d given him free reign over their time together, something which she thought might be a novelty for him.

“Please,” Eve moaned softly.

Finally, he stopped tonguing her and crawled up her body, his movements sleek and graceful for a male of his massive size.

She tasted herself on his tongue which she found sinfully erotic. Her lips felt sensitive and swollen from the sheer amount of kissing they’d done last night and into the early hours of morning, but who could blame her? Khiva knew what he was doing and had mastered his technique.

Eve opened her legs wide in invitation and Khiva made a sound deep in his chest when his hard, scorching cock brushed her slick folds.

He pulled back and Eve noticed that in the morning light, the swirling colors of his eyes were even more stunning.

“You must be sore, leeldra,” he rasped, his own voice dark and gravelly from sleep, which answered her question about whether he’d slept last night after she’d passed out from the amount of orgasms he’d given her.

“I don’t care,” she said, growing impatient, needing him with a fierceness that surprised her. “I want you, Khiva.”

He’d only cum once last night, even though she’d made it clear that she’d wanted to return the favor. Apparently, he had an unflappable amount of control, though he’d been impossibly hard throughout their time together.

“Vauk,” he hissed when she rolled her hips up slightly, nudging him inside her heat.

“Please,” she whispered, bringing her hands to grip his shoulders, before running them down his back. The sound of his voice, his weight, his scent…he was becoming imbedded in her mind.

“Evelyn…” he growled.

A choked groan lodged in her throat when he suddenly thrust his hips forward, hilting deep inside her with one swift plunge.

Her body tightened, a dull throb of pain making her clench her teeth as she once again became accustomed to his massive size. Soon it passed, nothing like the sharp pinching pain she’d felt the night before. And when Khiva felt her relax slightly and rock her hips, he accepted it as the invitation it was meant to be.

Soon, he built up to a steady rhythm between her thighs, one that made her thrash and moan beneath him with every moment that passed. It was perfection. She held her breath every time that rounded head of his cock passed into her, stretching her in a way that made her whole body tingle.

Khiva held himself up with two hands planted on both sides of her shoulders and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the way his ropey forearms flexed and shifted underneath his dusky skin. Eve swallowed, her body tightening, the desire and lust she felt for him making her head spin.

Eve huffed out a short breath as Khiva’s hips expertly rolled, hitting every sensitive place inside her…and then she was cumming.

“Ohh, yes, Khiva,” she breathed, her eyes widening, connected with his.

“Ah, vauk!” he growled, his hips quickening, her breasts bobbing with his increased speed. “I feel your cunt cumming on my cock, leeldra. Demav!”

He said something else in the Keriv’i language, but Evelyn didn’t think he even realized it, which she found incredibly sexy.

Swiftly, he adjusted their position without missing a single thrust, pulling her hips up slightly, hooking her legs around his hips, so he could plunge even deeper. He was so long that she felt a dull throb before he retreated and she knew that the head of his cock was hitting her cervix. But that slight pain only increased the intensity of her orgasm and did nothing to dampen it.

Just as her orgasm began to die down, he rasped, “I need to cum, female. Demav, you make me lose control.”

Eve’s lips parted. It was more likely it was because he hadn’t cum since early last night, but had been hard since. Even still, she felt a thrill of feminine satisfaction. Just the thought of making a powerful male like him lose control would do wonders for any women’s ego.

“Cum, Khiva,” she urged, her grip tightening on his neck. “I want you to cum.”

“Where?” he growled.

Oh.

She thought it over, remembering that it was morning and she’d have to leave soon. The thought filled her with disappointment. The blonde downstairs, Valerie, had said that if clients stayed over night, then they should leave by eight.

“Don’t cum inside me,” she whispered, feeling a little shy as she said the words, which she found ridiculous. But remembering that she needed to be gone by eight, which had to be any moment judging by the amount of light coming into the small room, brought her back to reality.

Her visit with Khiva was coming to an end. But what filled her with dismay the most was that there was no reason to return to him. She’d done what she’d wanted to do: lose her virginity and experience the intimacy of sex and touch with someone she desired greatly.

With a groan, Khiva pulled out from the heat of her body and Eve’s breath hitched as she watched him grip the base of his cock and pump himself all the way to the tip and back with quick, even motions.

His eyes were on her the entire time and not a moment later, he threw back his head, the tendons in his neck straining as he bellowed through his release. Jets of clear cum arched from his tip and landed all over her belly. One pump arched all the way to her breasts, so hot that she gasped.

Then that strange warmth began to build the longer his cum coated her skin. Her clit fluttered and Eve bit her lip, suppressing a breathy moan. And Khiva took his sweet time cleaning her off with the soft material of his shirt that he’d dropped by the bed.

After he wiped her off, paying extra attention to her breasts with a gleam in his gaze, he pulled her to him and found her lips. Eve sighed into his kiss and let herself enjoy it for longer than she probably should.

Eventually, however, she forced herself to pull away, unable to quite meet his eyes. When he tilted her chin up to search her gaze, he murmured, “You are being shy again, leeldra.”

Her chest clenched when she recognized the warm tone, knowing that he was teasing her, though his expression hadn’t changed.

“Am I?”

He made a sound in the back of his throat. “Pax. You know you are being shy. Even after all I have done to you.” Even though she felt dread at the thought of saying goodbye to him, she couldn’t help but give him a small smile. He purred, “All the places I have kissed you and touched you. I have your taste and scent burned into my memory and I will revisit you there if you are not with me.”

Eve flushed and swallowed, feeling her belly flutter. What was the Old Earth saying? Giving her butterflies? Well, Everton released hundreds and hundreds of butterflies into the colony every year to keep the population up. Eve felt, at that moment, that all of those butterflies were inside her.

When Eve had first thought to come to Madame Allegria’s for the sole purpose of having her first sexual experience without the fear of rejection or fumbling awkwardness, she’d never expected someone like Khiva. While she’d only known him for a short while, he’d been nothing but kind to her and understanding. He’d made her feel beautiful and comfortable, which was rare in itself. She liked the way her bones went buttery whenever he touched her and the way she got tingles at the nape of her neck whenever he kissed her.

She hadn’t expected that she’d start to have feelings for her Krave. Eve liked to think she was mature enough and old enough not to develop a romantic attachment to the first male who took her virginity.

Yet there she was.

“I should go,” she whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat, effectively cutting through the softness of the moment like a dull blade. Khiva stilled, but his expression remained the same and Eve felt the need to tell him, “Valerie said all the, uh, clients were to leave before eight.”

Khiva’s arms were tense as he tilted his head down slightly, his version of a nod. “Do you wish to bathe first before you leave?”

Swallowing, Eve’s eyes cut to the ajar washroom door, remembering their bath the night before and the way she’d thrashed in his arms as she came.

“No, I’ll be fine until I get home,” she said. She didn’t want to leave and yet she couldn’t wait to go, to flee, just like she always did when something scared her.

Khiva rolled off her and stood from the bed. It still seemed so strange to see him in daylight and Eve couldn’t help but wonder if she looked different too, in the morning. Somehow he seemed more real to her.

Slowly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, silencing a small wince when her inner muscles pinched, and pushed up to stand. Khiva retrieved her dress, just like the last time, and helped her put it on and fasten the buttons. The dreamy indigo-colored silk felt too rough on her sensitive skin. Was it truly just last night that she’d put it on in anticipation of seeing him again? That seemed like days ago.

Khiva was still naked as he stood at her back and he brushed her hair aside to secure the tie between her shoulder blades.

Eve gasped when his teeth suddenly sank into where her shoulder met her neck, his hands gripping her hips from behind. Not a hard bite, but hard enough to get her attention. Another burst of arousal made her knees tremble, surprising her, but the action was just so…male. So dominant. And she felt her body helplessly responding to it.

“Will I see you again, leeldra?” he asked, his voice quieter, softer, than she’d ever heard it.

Eve cast her eyes downwards. “I…I don’t know,” she answered truthfully. This second visit had eaten up more savings than she was comfortable with from her shop job. Years of savings…just gone.

She had her inheritance, but she’d said from the beginning that she wouldn’t use it to visit Madame Allegria’s brothel.

But now…

Eve didn’t know. So much seemed to have changed in such a short amount of time.

Khiva didn’t say anything to try to convince her otherwise, which she was slightly disappointed by though she had no reason to be. He was quiet as he gently turned her in his arms and gave her one last kiss, clutching at the nape of her neck as her hands gripped his shoulders.

She savored it as long as she could, thinking in the back of her mind that it was likely the last kiss.

All too soon, it was over.

Khiva walked her slowly to the door and opened it, waiting. She squeezed his wrist as she passed.

“Goodbye, Khiva,” she said, a lump in her throat. She gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He tilted his head forward, that swirling gaze on her though she couldn’t read him.

“Kasari, Evelyn.”

Eva-leen.

Eve turned her head away before he saw the moisture that welled up in her eyes. She walked down the hall on trembling legs. Before she could turn around, she heard his door shut before she made it halfway down the hallway and that made her gut clench.

In the elevator, just as the doors closed, Eve wondered how she could’ve gone from the highest high to the lowest low in the short span of one night.