He charged forward, planting a kiss on her shoulder while he circled her. “First, pupil dilation. I saw how you looked at the scenes. You were far too intrigued to be as experienced as you say.”
“Pupil dilation is indicative of many things in humans. Cognitive load. Anxiety. A host of emotional reactions.”
Zelup’s brows rose. She would argue with him on a scientific basis? “What about your increased heart rate?” he asked, still circling like the hungry shark he’d compared himself to previously. “I can see the pulse point fluttering in your neck. And your skin is flushed.”
“You’re assuming causality where none exists,” she said with a self-assured chuckle. “You suggest that looking in those rooms made me too aroused, more aroused than I should be if I were anold hand, as you say?”
Zelup nodded. She could pretend to be the jaded newcomer all she wanted, but he saw through her.
“You’re assuming the wrong stimulus,” she said, smiling sweetly, then grabbing his shoulders to stop his movements. “Maybe all those signs aren’t from what I saw on the spiral. Maybe they exist because I was standing next to you.”
His cock shot rock hard at her words. He didn’t care anymore about proving his point or proving her innocence. All he could think about was worshipping that delectable little body of hers for a few hours. The knowledge that he aroused her, that he was responsible for the mouth-watering scent rising from her luminous skin, it was too much.
Zelup seized her lips in a kiss that was so fierce, he was almost afraid for the female. She was stiff with surprise for a moment but then gave herself completely to the kiss, her little claws digging into him as she pulled herself closer. Leaning down, he clutched her behind and lifted her to him, groaning when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Innocent or not, she wanted him, and he was already past the point of caring. She felt so good in his arms, he wondered why no one else had ever felt this way. The thought was too dangerous to consider, so he pushed it away, concentrating instead on the plushness of her lips, the sweetness of her taste.
Dropping to his knees, he carefully laid her out before him, pushing up her dress to expose that pale expanse of thigh, then higher, revealing a tiny scrap of white lace. He paused, helpless to do anything more than admire the view.
He told himself to go slowly, to take his time with this one, but his brain was no longer in control of his body. Lowering himself, he began to press kisses against her thighs, secretly rejoicing at each little jump of muscle underneath his lips.
Zelup was the king of the slow buildup, preferring to tease his females for hours, to kiss and lick and nibble and whisper until they were shaking with need. Only then did he pounce. But after the kiss they’d shared, his own need was screaming at him to take her.
He licked a path up her thighs to the triangle of lace. Taking a thin strap between his teeth, he snapped back, ripping the panties off her lithe body. She moaned in response, letting her legs fall open and revealing the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
She was hairless, so delicately designed, and already, he could see the slickness his touch had engendered. Opening her further to his gaze, he sighed into the pink softness, knowing he’d be spending the next few hours tasting her feminine wiles. One stroke of his tongue exposed not only her responsiveness but the divinity of her flavor. This little doll was more delicious than any female he’d ever tasted.
Her scent drove him crazy, but it was her essence that caused his restraint to snap. Zelup dove into her, devouring her, growling against her core. He circled her sensitive nub and she let out a cry, her legs shaking around his ears. Holding her still, he began to lick her in earnest, wanting only to hear her cry out in passion, needing only to taste more of her delicate flavor.
