Her lashes lowered before she stared up at him once more with those mesmerizing eyes. “If we follow our hearts’ desire, then the rope will know.”
Hektor hoped she didn’t feel how his heart slammed into his ribcage.
Doubtful, from the way her eyes lit up.
“Zara…” he began in a warning tone, though his gaze dropped down to her lips.
“Hektor…” she replied, her voice dropping low. “Would it be so bad?”
Would it?
Be reasonable, his brain told him.
Besides, she is longing for another.
“What about your basilisk?”
“My what?”
“The male you are chatting with on the apps.”
“Oh, er…as you said, it’s only chatting. Nothing concrete.”
He swallowed hard.
On the one hand, he did not know what agreements she had with the basilisk she was speaking with.
On the other hand, if he were in the basilisk’s position, he would eviscerate any male who dared encroach on his territory.
And if he had a third hand like a garuda, well, he very much wanted nothing more than to kiss her.
“Just go with it,” Zara whispered. “Do whatever you feel like doing.”
“And you?”
The corner of her mouth tugged up. “I’m pretty sure whatever you feel like doing, I do too.”
Khrona help him.
“Zara…” he groaned as he relaxed his body and lowered his head. To his surprise, the ropes slackened—not fully, but just enough so he could bend his head down to her.
He had meant to merely brush her lips with his, get the rope loose enough so he could slip out of it.
The first touch, however, was his undoing.
That first touch sparked something desperate and hungry, the kind of kiss born from days of denial and abstinence.
He urged her mouth open, and she complied. His tongue delved into her mouth. She tasted of sweetness and desire, of everything he ever wanted and never knew he needed. She gasped, pausing for a second before she responded, their tongues tangling and teeth clashing into chaotic rhythm. He sucked on her lower lip, drawing a low, broken moan from deep in her throat, a sound he immediately swallowed as he dove back in.
The rope loosened, dropping down to his waist, freeing one arm. At this point, he should have used this chance to free them.
But he wanted more.
With one hand free he shoved it into her hair, pulling her back so he could kiss her deeper. She complied easily, bending her neck back so he could continue his exploration of her mouth. Oh, but there was so much more to her to explore too. His hand moved down to her lower back, his claws raking downwards, making her shiver. His palm cupped her sweet, soft buttocks and he pulled her closer to him, her soft belly rubbing against his half-hard cock.
She let out a surprised gasp, but when he attempted to pull away, she refused to let him go, nipping at his mouth in protest.He had no choice but to comply. She shuddered as he rocked against her, seeking that delicious friction.
They were so lost in each other that neither noticed that the rope around them had completely fallen away. Well, Zara noticed enough to grab onto his shirt and pull them down to the ground, gravity giving way, yet their mouths never broke contact.
