Yeah…dessert had definitely been the right call.
He squeezed her hand once more before signaling for the check, his expression that perfect mix of fondness and trouble that made her heart skip.
“Ready?” he asked.
She smiled. “Always.”
The look he gave her stayed with her all the way home, coiled and waiting. The moment the garage door closed behind them, Zara unbuckled her seatbelt like it was a race and slid straight into his lap. Hektor barely had time to draw a breath before she was straddling him, hands on his jaw, mouth already finding his.
He didn’t protest, didn’t ask questions, or even pretend to be surprised. He just kissed her back, one hand braced on her hip, the other sliding up her back as if he couldn’t get her close enough. The heat between them ignited fast, faster than she meant it to, but she couldn’t help it. Not after dinner, not after his tail, not after the way he kept looking at her like she was the only thing in the world worth seeing.
He groaned into her mouth, and that sound went straight through her, made her hips shift against him in a way that had him tightening his grip.
“Hektor,” she breathed against his lips.
He answered with another kiss, deeper this time, his chest rising sharply beneath her. The car felt too small, too warm, too charged but neither of them made a move to leave. They stayed tangled in each other, losing track of everything except hands and breath and heat and the way they fit.
By the time he finally pulled back, barely an inch, they were both already panting.
“We’re not making it upstairs, are we?”
Zara shook her head, smiling against his mouth. “Not a chance.”
His hands slid down to her butt, gripping and squeezing, guiding her where he wanted her on his bulge. She wriggled against him, a soft plea in the movement, and he took the hint instantly, his fingers under her thong where she wanted them to be. The moment she felt him teasing her hole, she moaned, the sound slipping out of her before she could stop it.
He knew what to do, gliding his fingers inside her before sliding up to her clit, and within moments Zara was gasping into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders as heat rushed through her. He kissed her like he intended to unravel her right there in the car, and she would’ve let him if he hadn’t suddenly lifted her.
Her breath hitched as he carried her out of the car, still kissing her, and they stumbled into the house, lips never parting. He pressed her back against the nearest wall, devouring the sounds she made.
But Zara knew what she wanted.
And this time, she wanted it her way.
She wriggled down his body until her feet hit the floor, palms flattening against his chest as she reversed their positions and pressed him to the wall. His eyes flashed with heat and surprise, his tail curling low and tense behind him.
“Zara,” he murmured.
“I want to do something,” she interrupted softly and didn’t give him a chance to argue. Her hands slid down his shirt with intent, slow but sure, and the way he exhaled told her he finally understood. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down as she fell to her knees.
She had him right where she wanted him, letting her do as she wanted to him. She stroked his bulge until it parted, and his hard cock came out of the vertical slit into her waiting hand. It looked like a human’s cock, and it felt like it too, hard butvelvety at the same time. It made her mouth water, so she trailed kisses on the underside before taking him into her mouth. And it was turning her on even more how he barely stood there and trembled under her touch. It was the first time she’d ever felt him react to her like that, and triumph sparked through her like wildfire. Oh, she liked this. A lot.
She wrapped her hand around the base, pumping it in time with her mouth, so she could focus on the tip, swirling her tongue around it and sucking. Hektor cursed under his breath, a harsh, guttural sound that shot straight through her. His hands slid into her hair, tightening just enough to make her shiver as she moved faster, listening to every uneven breath he took, every shift of his hips, every rumble of approval he couldn’t hold back.
He was so into it and so undone.
Sohersin that moment.
Which was why it stunned her when he suddenly pushed her back, not hard, just enough to make her blink in confusion, before he set his jaw, grabbed her by the thighs, and lifted her clean off the floor like he couldn’t stop himself.
“Hek—” she started, breathless.
But he was already gone. Lost to the need she’d sparked in him.
He carried her with single-minded purpose, kissing her, hands everywhere, heat rolling off him in waves. The kitchen island was the first flat surface in reach, and thank the gods it was clear because he set her there like he’d been thinking about it for days.
Then he was on her, pulling off all her clothes and lavishing her body with a hunger that made her arch off the counter. His mouth was hot and sure on her clit, his hands on her thighs steady even as he devoured the reactions she couldn’t hide. She was already trembling, already close, and he wasn’t even trying to slow her down.
“Hektor—please—” she gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders.
