“I am yours,” he says in that commanding tone that makes my heart skip. “Forever.” I can feel his vulnerability even though his expression is hard and nearly regal. “Are you mine?” he asks.
Without thought, I nod and immediately think, ‘Fuck, why did I do that?’But my heart is thrumming louder than it ever has before.
Forever.He said, “forever”.
Instead of overthinking, I grab onto the ‘now’. Our hands become frantic and shameless, roaming over each other with abandon.
He feels like the embodiment of power itself, and it’s intoxicating. I trace the contours of his chest until I graze a nipple and gasp. Looking down, I expect to find Vexar’s hand doing the same to me, but his hands are nowhere near my breasts.
What did I just feel?
Confused, I run my finger over his nipple again and … there it is. An unmistakable jolt of pleasure.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, before flicking my finger one more time and shivering at the sensation that I don’t feel on myskin, but somewhere … else. “I can feel that.” I shake my head, trying to find the right words. “It’s like I can feel your pleasure.”
Vexar quirks a brow, and in a motion that tells me he doesn’t plan on teasing forever, he pulls my hips forward until the hard contour of his erection presses between my legs. Shockwaves of pleasure roll through me, and he lets out a deep, guttural, “Vok.”
Pure. Alien. Wizardry.
20
WHAT NEXT?
VEXAR
AMARA’S HIPS GRIND into my lap, sending arcing jolts of pleasure through me as a voice in the back of my mind begs me to ‘let go’. To relinquish my control. To take what is ‘mine’.The possessive nature of these urges is disquieting, and resisting them is like holding back the sea with my bare hands. It is a dangerous game. Every moment pushing me closer to the breaking point, spreading my control a little thinner, loosening my grip on reality.
Take her.
There is a darkness lurking in my depths. Something new to me but ancient. At first, I thought it was the bond itself, but now I am not so sure. It feels … dangerous. Like it should not be there.
I should stop her. I should tell her I cannot control myself. But the words will not surface. And maybe I do not want them to. If not for the uncomfortable darkness vying for my surrender, I would sink willingly into this bliss. But instead, I am grasping for restraint.
No training, exercise, or knowledge could have prepared me for the onslaught of emotion and sensation overtaking me. It is inconceivable. Perfect. Terrifying. Everything.
More.
Her hands move to the hem of her dress, and I know she is asking me to take it off. No words are needed, but I ask anyway. “Can I take off your dress?”
This is dangerous.
I watch her deft fingers work the laces free until the front of her dress parts and a pair of metal scissors clatters to the floor. My eyes track the falling object, confused as to why she was keeping scissors in her dress.
“What were—” My words cut off as the sight before me steals my attention. I am speechless.
“Touch me,” she says, bringing my hand to one of her breasts.
“Vok’talja,” I rasp as I run my fingers over the soft curve of flesh before brushing my thumb over the firm peak of a pink nipple. Her head falls back as I gently roll her nipple between my fingers, feeling the pulses of pleasure as they roll through her body and into mine.
“You feel so good,” she says in a breathy moan, fraying my sanity.
It is an exquisite agony. Being so close to her, touching her, feeling her pleasure, knowing there is nothing more than a layer of leather between us. Both torment and bliss.
Let go.
I do not listen to the voice. I will not. My control is what keeps me safe. It is what ensures I do not act rashly or purely on emotion. Without my control, I fear I would become a savage beast. But I need to taste her skin. Feel her pleasure. It is all I can think about—calming my raging desire by sating hers.
Moving with pure instinct, I lift her hips until she is on her knees and I can wrap my mouth around one of her nipples. The taste of her skin explodes over my tongue, and I nearly sink myteeth into her. She is earth and salt and fire. My blood buzzes for more. Forher.
