“But your heart… Mine is jumping and yours isn’t. Is the Croc unhappy I didn’t listen to him?”
Zeph cocked his head, and she tried to take her hand back again.
“Say my name,” he ordered.
“What?”
“Say it.”
Her stomach sank. “Why?”
“Say it and see what happens.”
Janet licked her lips. “Zeph.” The heart beneath her hand remained the same.
His lips pulled back to reveal a mouth mid-shift. Her gaze darted upwards. His eyes dimmed with darkness, leaving nothing of its usual color. She moved back. He caught her up with his free hand and yanked her into him.
“That’s not my name,” he rasped.
What?She paused, uncertain at first at what he said.What does he mean it’s not his name?
Her heart swelled with dread at that moment.
It was the second time he’d said that.
She opened her mouth to ask what the hell was wrong when she was lifted right off his lap. His hand closed over her mouth a split second later. She grasped his shirt to keep from slipping as he stood, snarling her fingers into the fabric. A breeze swept across her bare legs before her back was gently laid upon the floor.
Her eyes widened in shock as he moved on top of her, caging her in. Janet tried to sink into the metal plates beneath her, to escape, to disappear. His weight pressed upon her, and heat radiated from his body, spreading across her skin. The empty ache between her legs returned.
Slowly, almost like a series of waves, his skin seeped over with pale green.
I can’t handle him...
The thick, hard head of his cock pushed at her entrance, and she shoved at his chest. He didn’t budge. He was too wide, too strong—it was happening too fast.
Janet tensed. “Zeph, wait!”
He thrust between her legs and buried himself deep inside. She cried out and moved her legs, trying to dislodge him, but he held her down, moving just enough to grasp one of her knees and push it up. His other hand came around her throat as his mouth lowered to breathe over her own.
The sudden intrusion, the abrupt loss of control, and shift in their dynamic left her aching and breathless. A sting of pain was there despite her wetness. He pushed into her until he was fully seated inside, making the knotted mass of nerves of her inner walls clench around him. She could feel every bulge, ripple, and ridge of his wide dick spreading her open. This raw intensity was nothing like their first time together. It was delicious, and she wanted more of it, of him. The urge to fight him vanished.
Janet stilled and waited, her trapped body poised for the fucking of her life. Her breaths became labored as she lay there, peering into his dark eyes.
Dark,vacanteyes.
“Zeph?”
Is this what he meant by being sick?
“Zeph, are you okay?” she asked again.
His expression remained the same.
He didn’t move, didn’t respond, but continued to stare at her with quiet, ravenous hunger. She slid her hands from his chest to his hips and pushed her own against him. A burst of heat forced a cry from her lips as his wide cock jerked inside her.A response!
She waited for more, but nothing else happened.
She hooked her free leg up around his hip. The mottled color of his eyes remained dark, the light sheen of hair was still black, and his skin was an entirely different color. Janet inhaled and rode him slowly from beneath, rocking her body, undulating her hips, and brushing her nipples against his chest, doing whatever she could to soothe him.
