Page 104 of Dark Awakening: New World

But Ell-rom seemed excited to do everything she had told him and did exactly what she had told him to do. To his credit, he was an excellent student.

"Yes, oh, yes." She moaned. "Just like that. More."

Ell-rom must have misunderstood what she'd meant by more and moved one hand to cup her bottom.

Her shy prince was getting bolder, and she was loving it.

Moving his other hand to her hip, he rubbed the heel of his palm over her clitoris as if he knew what it was, and she wondered once more if that was a genetic memory or a normal memory that had resurfaced. Perhaps he had been taught in a purely academic setting about female anatomy, and how a male was supposed to pleasure a female.

After all, if he were to serve as an actual spiritual leader to his people, he would have to answer questions pertaining to sex.

She was writhing under his palm, pressing and rubbing her achy nubbin and bringing herself closer and closer to climax. Ell-rom changed tactics and probed her entrance with his forefinger, beginning to intimately investigate her sex.

How the heck had he not exploded already when she was ready to blow in half the time?

Wrapping her palm around the back of his neck, she pressed her lips to his, and when she licked the seam, he parted them for her, and her tongue darted inside to meet his.

Ell-rom groaned and pressed his finger firmer against her opening, breaching the entrance and slipping it farther in.

She moaned to encourage him to keep going, and as her sheath clamped around the digit, he gasped into her mouth.

The deeper he pushed his finger, the more the heel of his palm pressed against her clitoris, and the more she rocked against his hand.

She was seconds away from coming, but then he suddenly withdrew his finger.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He looked dazed, his glowing eyes unfocused. He was all instinct now, and she hoped he remembered that she was human and he had to be careful with her.

Somehow, he was suddenly much stronger than he had any right to be at this stage of his recovery.

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ELL-ROM

Despite the strong flowery smell of the foaming bath bubbles, Jasmine's scent of arousal overwhelmed Ell-rom, scrambling his brain and demanding that he taste her. Could it be that he had been taught how to pleasure females, and the memories were surfacing at the right moment?

Or was it instinct again? The same instinct that assured him that she would love for him to lick her right where that intoxicating smell was coming from?

Nevertheless, he had to ask permission before attempting such an intimate act.

"I have to taste you," he hissed from between his elongated fangs. "Will you allow it?"

Jasmine's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed. "Did Julian tell you to do this?"

Ell-rom nodded. "He said that I need to seek consent and that consent for one thing did not imply consent for everything, which is why I am asking permission."

"Unbelievable," she murmured. "I would never have guessed that oral was innate."

He needed to do this more than he needed to breathe. "Please, say yes."

"Yes."

There was an elevated area in the bathtub, a seat of sorts that was above the foamy bubbles, and once again, he lifted Jasmine with almost no effort and set her down on that seat.

"How are you so strong?"

"I don't know." He knelt in front of her, suddenly unconcerned about the club jutting out from between his thighs.