“Sasha,” he gritted out.
I met his eyes, putting a finger to my lips. “Shhhhh.” Then before he could react, I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I’d slept in my bra and panties, but he was wearing even less.
I made quick work of the towel, unwrapping it from his waist so I could look at him properly. Now it was my turn to have a hard time breathing.
At least know I knew why the Drexian had such swagger. His cock was thick and long with a broad crown that was darker than the rest. It jutted out from his body, begging to be touched. Begging to be tasted.
I fisted the base as I lowered my mouth to the tip, brushing my lips over it and spreading the few slippery drops that had squeezed out. Deklyn groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair.
I peered at him, grinning wickedly and keeping my eyes locked on his as I slid my mouth over his crown and down the length of him. I took as much of his thickness as I could before squeezing the back of my throat around his cock and then moving up again. Deklyn’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he sank back with a moan of surrender.
That was all the encouragement I needed to take him into my mouth again, sliding my hand up and down the base of his shaft as I sucked his cock. His breathing was ragged, and his moans became desperate, but I didn’t stop. I loved the feeling of power, and I loved knowing that I could make the tough Drexian writhe with pleasure.
I swirled my tongue around his swollen crown, dragging my hand up and down his cock before taking him all the way down my throat again. He husked my name and tightened his fingers in my hair, and his cock twitched hard.
I wanted to feel him release. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste him and swallow him down.
I stroked the skin under his cock as I sucked him, reveling in the desperate groan and jerk of his cock as he emptied into my mouth. When I’d swallowed every drop, I lifted my head and dabbed the corners of my mouth.
Dek lifted his head, his expression dazed as I grinned at him.
“Delicious,” I said.
He growled and sat up as he flipped me onto my back. “Now it’s my turn.”
Chapter
Thirty
Deklyn
Igazed up at Sasha after I pulled off her panties and settled myself between her legs. “I need to hear you moan because of me.”
Sasha ran her hands through my hair and opened her legs to me. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Inferno Force.”
I took this as an invitation and a challenge, dropping my mouth to her and sliding my tongue between her slick, smooth skin. I knew all about the human pleasure center from what my fellow Drexians had told me reverently, but experiencing it for myself was another matter. I found the bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, and Sasha’s breathy sigh told me how much she liked my tongue’s gentle circling.
Sasha dug her fingernails into my scalp and arched her back as I continued working her with my tongue while sliding one finger inside her. She was so wet and hot that my cock stiffened again, and when she moved her hands from my hair to find the node at the nape of my neck, heat arrowed through me.
I groaned as I licked her, the sensation of her stroking the hard bump that started the line of nodes that ran the length of my spine sending pleasure coursing through me. The faster she rubbed, the harder and warmer they got until it felt like my skin was on fire.
That didn’t stop me from sucking on her slick nub as I curled the finger inside her, stroking the velvety walls until she bucked against me.
“Deklyn,” she gasped, abandoning stroking my node and instead gripping my shoulders as her body trembled.
She coiled her legs around my head as she shook, her body clenching around my finger. I grabbed her ass to keep contact with her as she thrashed and moaned, her entire body jerking as she let out a last scream before sagging limp onto the bed.
As much as my cock ached to be buried inside her, I sat back and enjoyed the look of pure euphoria on her face, her cheeks flushed and her hair a wild tangle on the sheets beneath her. Then I climbed up to her and lay next to her, curling an arm around her waist.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a dazed grin. “Remind me never to talk shit about Inferno Force again.”
My laugh was low, but a pulse of satisfaction made my heart beat faster. It was enough to lie next to Sasha and feel her heavy breath and sated sighs.
She rolled over and curled against me, resting her head on my chest, where she could probably hear the steady thrum of my heartbeat.
The morning light filtering through the suite’s windows painted everything in gold, including the curve of Sasha’s bare shoulder and the dark strands of hair that spilled across it. I traced lazy patterns on the small of her back with my fingertips, marveling at the softness of her skin and the way she fit perfectly against me and trying not to be distracted by the way she trailed one finger languidly over my chest tattoos.
Part of me was already dreading what would come next. This moment of perfect peace couldn’t last forever. Eventually, we’d have to face the reality of our situation. When this was all over and she’d gotten her revenge, would there be anything left between us? Or would I be left nursing a broken heart and the memory of what it felt like to be truly connected to someone?
