“Not done,” he growled. Carefully he set her on her feet. She swayed but stayed upright by leaning against the wall.
“’Course we’re not done,” she said, blinking as if dazed. “It’s your turn.”
“It’s all my turn,” he said, pulling his belt off with shaking hands. “All your sounds, body, and pleasure are mine. Everything I do to you is for me.”
With the belt off, he pulled at his pants but ended up ripping them a little in his haste. He kicked them away and looked back to Han to find her staring at his sex. His mating shaft had already emerged from its protective pouch.
“Oh, you’re big,” she breathed.
“You’ll take me,” he declared. Reaching out he pulled off the remnants of her clothing until she was completely naked. For a moment he was stunned by the sight of her completely unclothed. “By the ancestors, you’re beautiful!”
She suddenly looked shy, and her arms folded over her chest to cover her breasts. “I know I’m a little heavy.”
He didn’t understand what she meant, but he could clearly hear the self-deprecation in her voice. That was unacceptable!
“You are not heavy,” he said, focusing on that as the negative word. “You are perfect!”
He pressed his body against hers, sandwiching her between him and the wall. He widened his legs until his face was even with hers and then captured her lips.
She let out a soft moan, and he greedily captured the sound in his mouth. He would swallow all her sounds if he could, but there was more he wanted to do to her with his face and mouth.
It almost physically hurt to do it, but he broke the kiss. Holding her jaw firmly in his hand so she couldn’t look away, he spoke his truth.
“I’ve never felt for anyone as I feel for you. Everything in me wants to be close to you at all times. Everything about you is the most perfect anyone could ever be. All humans should want to be like you. An example of perfection made flesh.”
Her eyes went wide and her body relaxed against him. “You really think that?”
“I know it,” he said.
He brushed his lips against hers before moving lower, trailing kisses and rubbing his scent glands on her neck and shoulders. He wanted his scent on every part of her.
“That feels so good.” She let her arms drop to her sides, giving him access to her breasts again. He ran his scent glands over them, covering the puckered nipples in oil. If he wasn’t determined to cover her entire body in bonding oil, he would’ve paid more attention to those stiff peaks.
Sinking to his knees, he rubbed his cheeks against her sternum, then belly. Her skin gleamed as the oil soaked in. He kept going, covering her thighs, then shins. When he was donewith her front, he grabbed her hips and turned her around to press her front against the wall.
She let out a little gasp then moaned as he started over at her shoulders. After his scent glands left a trail of oil, he’d rub it in with his hands. He massaged every part of her, determined she’d be truly covered in his scent.
When he got to her ass, he slowed down. He paid special attention to those globes, squeezing and kissing as he rubbed. He couldn’t help himself; he nipped her. She cried out then laughed. He did it a few more times, and the laugh turned into a moan.
He took his time, only moving on because he still needed to coat the backs of her legs.
Her skin easily soaked up his oil, as if greedy for any fluid he wanted to give her.
Finally he was satisfied when she smelled like a combination of the two of them. That’s when he noticed her legs were shaking slightly, as if she was having a hard time supporting her own weight.
Still on his knees, he leaned back so he could turn her around. She looked down at him with dazed eyes. Her feminine scent was growing strong again. He reached a hand between her legs and eased a finger inside her, testing her receptiveness. She let out a low moan and pressed her pelvis against his digit, seeking more.
Yes, he could give her more!
Standing up, he grabbed her under her luscious ass and lifted until their pelvises were even. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Pressing her back against the wall again, he let go of her with one hand to reach between them. He slotted the tip of his shaft to her opening then returned his hand to her ass. He pressed in until only his head was inside her then stopped, savoring her tight heat.
She had other ideas. She tightened her strong legs, taking him by surprise. She impaled herself on him, making them both cry out.
“Finally a real one,” she said under her breath. He didn’t understand what she meant, but he couldn’t remain still any longer.
Drawing his shaft nearly all the way out, he thrust back in, almost violently.
“Yes!” she screamed, holding onto him with her arms and legs as if he was the only solid thing in her world.
