He sighs deeply.
“If I kiss you, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop. Do you understand?”
I put my hands on his hairless pecs and look up at him. His skin is warm under my fingers. My scientific side tells me that Erians must have a higher body temperature than humans.
Come on, girl, this is no time for forensics. Not with a hot, dark angel on hand.
The fresh smell of grapefruit that I've smelled twice before when he was kissing me starts to fill the room.
“Your smell acts like a drug on me,” I whisper to him.
His look is burning. He bends his neck and gently brings his lips to mine, giving me the chance to pull back. But it's not what I want. It's not what I need.
Giving in to the ultimate temptation, I go to meet him. Like the rest of his body, his mouth is warm and firm. Demanding. His fingers mingle with my hair, playing with the long curls. A sound between a purr and a rumble comes muffled from his chest.
Between this sound and his acidic pheromones, my brain is completely disconnected. It is not serious, I will think later, I think while tightening myself more strongly against him. He unties the ties of my tunic and I find myself naked in front of him.
I have a moment of doubt at the thought that my body, rather different from that of the muscular Erianes of which he must be used, does not please him enough. But his inflamed glance calms me and emboldened, I remove his loincloth.
That answers at least one of my questions; he looks like a human in every way . . . only more impressive in his virility. In addition to his sexy wings of course and a perfectly proportioned body for his almost two meters and entirely devoid of hair. I swallow hard. He's gorgeous. And for the moment, his golden eyes devour me.
Lying down on the sofa, he explores me with greed, caressing, nibbling delicately. I do not remain inactive. I feel feverishly a divinely sculpted torso, and square shoulders. With hesitation, I approach my hand to his wing. He freezes and his gaze pierces me. I then pass my fingers through his feathers, amazed by their softness. In answer, he kisses me even more wildly.
I try to fight against this blaze of all my senses, but nothing manages to extinguish the fire which consumes me. In a languorous and sensual movement, Nixx then takes possession of my body, completely. We begin a universal dance, whatever the worlds we have visited. Only the sound of our more and more chopped breaths disturbs the one of the forest.
I am completely submerged by the sensations that he gives me tirelessly. While he takes me with more and more vigor, the tension rises. Suddenly, he bites my shoulder, and I rock for a long time in an indisputable pleasure.
It takes me a few minutes to come to my senses. Nixx nonchalantly sucks on the bite mark he just left on my shoulder.
“You bit me!” I say, between question and amazement.
“I marked you and now everyone will know that you belong to me.”
His tone is confident, but a slight doubt shines in his eyes. His fierce look dares me to contradict him. But I don't.
Again, his mouth traces a fiery furrow along my neck and throat. I tie my arms around his neck and slide my fingers through his hair.
Eyes in eyes, our two bodies begin a new lascivious dance where words are useless. Again, his bite propels me beyond me.
Drowsy, I feel Nixx take us both up to his room above. I fall asleep in the protective cocoon of his arms and wings.
When I wake up, I see Nixx asleep beside me. With the warmth of the dawn, he has opened his wings and turned over on his stomach, his head facing me. His breath is steady.
I take advantage of his sleep to inspect his room. In the “mezzanine” above his “living room” is a very simple room of about four meters by four. The very wide bed occupies a good part of it. A wooden box on the side must be used as storage for his togas, I suppose. Like the whole house, the walls are made of bamboo and reeds and the only light comes from the window open on the forest.
This morning, it rains and I did not hear anything. The smell of undergrowth surrounds us. I notice that the large leaves that make up the roof provide excellent waterproofing and that they extend well over the windows to prevent rainwater from penetrating. They also ensure relative intimacy, because unless one is on the narrow platform which makes the turn of the house, one cannot see inside his room. Having finished my quick inspection of the place, another one awaits me and is not the least pleasant.
My beautiful dark angel is still asleep. I enjoy the sight of his beautiful naked body. His honey skin is velvety, his muscles are marked without being too imposing.
In sleep, his features are relaxed. His languid warrior body makes my whole-body tingle.
Ah, girl, you’re well on your way to becoming a Nixx-addict. A little restraint, for God's sake, you're better than that, you're a renowned scientist in your community.
I am concupiscent as I admire his firm, muscular buttocks, a sweet smell of grapefruit wafts through. Oops. Caught in the act of checking him out, I raise my eyes immediately and meet his liquid gold gaze. A glance of ember for the hour.
“Admire as much as you want, I don't mind . . .” he says as a smile appears on his perfect lips.
I feel my face burning. We stay looking at each other for an eternity, the tension gradually rising. Then, not being able to hold it any longer, he leans over and takes my upper lip between his teeth, biting it delicately, as he would bite into a delicate fruit.
