My body clenched at her words. I kept my gaze down, fighting the urge to look up at her. My nostrils flared, deeply breathing in fresh earth and copper.
Her foot shifted slightly forward. My breath hitched when the pointed end of her boot found my chin, gently lifting it. My eyes met hers, finding calmness in the endless obsidian depths.
“So pretty like this,” she purred. “On your knees for me, where you belong.”
Her praise heated my body so intensely, it left my skin glowing. She closed her eyes for a moment, humming with satisfaction as she inhaled deeply – as if my smell of worn-out bamboo perfume and human sweat pleased her as much as hers pleased me.
Suddenly, I wondered what she tasted like. I needed to know.
Zafyra sat back in the chair, releasing my chin. Amusement flickered in her eyes – as if she could read my mind.
“You’ve been inhaling my scent like you’re starving for it,” she murmured, slowly uncrossing her legs. “Would you like a taste?”
My eyes widened. I nodded so hard, I feared my head might fall off.
She slowly spread her legs enough to make the short, black skirt hike up, her arms leaning on the armrests. My eyes darted up along the knee-high boots, and my breath hitched when I realized she was, of course, not wearing panties.
My body jerked forward, but she stopped me with a small flick of her wrist. She needed no words to make me obey.
“You’ll have to earn it.” Her smirk was one of pure malicious pleasure as she leaned back in the chair. “Beg for it.”
I whimpered. “Zafyra—”
“Beg for it,” she repeated, her eyes narrowing.
“Please, Zafyra.” My body shuddered with restraint as my eyes flickered from that smug look on her face to the glistening wetness between her legs, and I couldn’t tell which drove me crazier.
She inhaled sharply, eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction. “You can do better than that,” she drawled.
“Please, let me taste you,” I forced out. “Let me make you come. Let me worship you as if pleasuring you is my sole purpose. Let me properly apologize for trying to delete you. Let me show you my appreciation for the efforts you made for us to be together.” I bit my lip so hard, I tasted blood, and it still wasn’t enough – her scent tickled my nostrils and I nearly passed out. “Please,” I whispered, unable to form more coherent words.
A soft hiss left her mouth.
“Go on then.” She breathed in sharply through clenched teeth.
She didn’t need to tell me twice. I crawled over toward her and locked eyes with her as I pressed my lips to her upper thigh. Her skin was soft. Human-like soft.
My tongue darted out to taste. My body tensed up at the unusual flavor.
She tasted like the forest after rain. Dewdrops filtered through moss. Heat that didn’t burn me.
I wrapped my arms around her plump thighs to steady myself and gently pressed my lips against her clit. Curiosity and intrigue throbbed between my legs.
Zafyra’s breath hitched – barely noticeable – immediately followed by a firm tug on my hair.
“Stop teasing me.” Her voice was too hoarse to sound stern. “Faster,” she commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” I said it half as a joke, but the heat rising to my face told me otherwise. My body tried to make sense of the taste in the only way it knew – by delving in like I was starving.
“Talk me through it,” I mumbled, moving my hands around to cup her ass while the sounds she made quickly drove all rational thoughts to the background and left me to exist here, peacefully, with one clear purpose – to make her come. “Teach me how to properly worship you.”
She answered by entangling her hand in my hair, guiding me with firm tugs on my head.
I was too caught up in her pleasure to hear the door opening.
“Morgan—oh my god!” I froze at Joey’s horrified shout, immediately followed by Raphael’s shriek – more high-pitched than I thought him capable of.
“Oh, holy Qonexis development team.” Raphael. “My eyes have been cursed.”
