“Did you forget about my virga?” he rumbles quietly.
Holy shit. Holy shit.Yes, I forgot about his virga, and fuck…
“Is it good?” he asks, playfully nudging the side of my face with his nose.
The cheeky bastard. He knows damn well how good it is.But I can’t seem to find the ability to speak. All I can do is rock my hips and make strange mewling sounds as my hands grip the back of his broad neck.
The head of his cock brushes over me, and he lets out a ragged breath as his entire body tenses. Tingles run up my spine.
“You are so warm,” he says as he presses his forehead to mine, sending trails of cool water from his still-wet hair sliding down my cheeks.
Anticipation curls in me like a snake. “Keep going,” I whisper.
There’s a shift in his weight, and the blunt head of his cock presses more firmly against my entrance. He sucks in a sharp breath, and on his exhale, the air around us vibrates.Fuck, his weird alien sounds are so sexy.He pushes forward a little more. Bolts of electricity arc over my skin. A little more. God, I needed this. A little more.
My moans turn into a surprised gasp as the sensation of fullness reaches past the point of intense.Holy shit.He’s not going to fit. I don’t know why I wasn’t worried about this earlier. Sure, I could get the head of his cock in my mouth just fine, but it’s not a normal cock. Well, not a ‘human’ cock. And the head is narrower than the rest of it. So what’s it going to feel like when he’s all the way in?
A string of incoherent sounds leaves me as he sinks a bit deeper. My nails dig into the back of his neck. His entire body shakes, and I can feel the scattered surge of mixed emotions as they charge through him. Heat spreads, blending pleasure with confused panic. Part of my body instinctively tries to bear downon him, to push away the invasion, while the rest of me pulls at him for more. I’m a writhing contradiction.
“Please, tell me to stop,” he says, his voice tight and strained.
I shake my head. “No, I need more.” And it’s true. Whatever panic I felt is already gone, and all that remains is the unrelenting need for more. But he doesn’t move.
His face presses to the top of my head, and that’s when I feel his terror. He’s spiraling again.
“Hey,” I whisper, “you’re not hurting me. Everything’s fine.”
Nothing.
Frustration blooms. I’m not a porcelain doll and Iwanthim. I wantallof him. Every part. Good, bad, dangerous, whatever there is, Iwantit all. And more than that, I want him to believe me when I speak.
I grip his face in both hands and say firmly, “You are not going to hurt me. I will tell you if you need to stop.” But I don’t think he hears me. His face is hard and expressionless. “Vexar?” Nothing.
Fuck it.Time for plan C.
I pull my hand off his face and bring it back with force. The crack of my palm impacting his cheek is loud, but the deep growl that vibrates through his chest is louder. A nervous thrill runs through me as his face slowly tilts down. My skin prickles and my hair stands on end. Scary-Vexar has arrived, and he is both sexy and intimidating.
I swallow, and in as firm a tone as I can manage, say, “Let go.”
44
MY SHADOW
VEXAR
AMARA SLAPPED ME.
For a moment, I think she is going to apologize, but then she says, “Let go.”
Those words…
She repeats herself. “Let go.”
Let go,the dark voice whispers.
“Vexar,” she says, her voice stern and unwavering, “listen to what I’m telling you. You’re not going to hurt me. I needyou. I wantyou.”
She needs you.
