She is a beautiful female,I thought. Not just becauseIwas attracted to her, but because of the warm light in her eyes, the way her smile made others feel relaxed. I’d watched her interactions with others, could glean enough to know that she had a beautiful soul. Others knew that too.
“And people do admire you,” I found myself saying.
“Doyou?” she asked, raising her brow. Seeing her like this, her cheeks flushed, eyes wanting…it made my cock bob and pulse.
“Oh, yes,mariss,” I rasped. My little ember, burning bright for me. “I admire you more than any of them.”
She smiled, so beautiful and shy that it made my insides twist with an emotion I didn’t want to give a name to. Not yet.
Amaia had a temper, yes, but she could also be as docile as a baby shearling. She didn’tneedto be cared for, but shewantedto be loved.
And on Muron, I wanted to be reckless enough to give in to her.
When she shifted down to kiss the tip of my cock, a low growl rose from my throat.
“Take that off,” I ordered, not even trying to hide the urgent demand in my tone. “Let me see those perfect tits.”
Her green eyes flashed up to mine, her lips hovering over the sensitive tip of my cock, her hot breath drifting over the pre-come that was already beading. I didn’t think either of us should be expending our energy on anything but sleep…but now that we were on the precipice ofthis, nothing would claw me away from it. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to hear her moans drowning out all sound, feel the bite of her nails raking across my skin, her legs wrapped low around my waist, not letting me escape.
Amaia sat up, releasing my cock, which dragged out a shuddered breath from me, and peeled off her tunic. I’d taken off her tightly laced pants and boots when I’d brought her back from the landing field, so after she threw her tunic onto the floor, she was suddenly naked in my bed.
I admired her for a brief moment. The remnants of the fire in the hearth made her light brown skin glow, softening her features. Her green eyes were half-lidded, her full lips darkened from my kiss. Her soft belly, her long legs, which were tucked beneath her, her perfect breasts, tipped up toward me, her back arched subtly as if she knew how much I liked to look at her.
Her beauty had snuck up on me, slow and gentle. But now?
I thought she might be the most lovely creature I’d ever seen.
I shot up from my prone position, dipping my head as lustswarmed my mind. Her gasp made a sizzle of desire shoot through my belly, funneling straight to my cock, as I wrapped my lips around one nipple. My other came up to cup and squeeze her other breast, plucking at her hardened peak, making her squirm.
“Stroke my cock,” I purred.
“Bossy,” she choked out, even as her warm hand closed around my thickened shaft. When her palm dragged down, the piercings pulled, and sparks lit up my vision. My spine bowed, a near gasp tumbling from me. “Even during sex.”
“That’s the best time for it,” I argued. “Harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nearly chuckled against her breast as I laved my tongue around the brown-tipped peak. “You won’t—believe me.”
As if hearing the assurance in my tone, her hands tightened and she gave a few experimental pumps, which had me whispering out curses against her skin. Her fingers found mysyn’ra—which I knew the Dakkari called adakke.Sparks skittered up my spine when she pressed the sensitive bump.
“Yes,” I hissed, my hand falling from her other breast to dive between her legs, parting her slick folds.
She jolted when I found her clit, and then ground down against my hand when I toyed my thumb against it, a gentle brush, a light tease. Her hand glided away from mysyn’ra, her pace falling out of rhythm as she worked my cock, slickening her own hand with my pre-come.
Keeping my thumb on her clit, I pushed two fingers inside her, hearing her shuddered gasp, feeling the rocking of her hips against me, wiggling. The sound of her arousal as I pumped my fingers into her filled the space between us, but she didn’t get shy. If anything, she moved against me more and more brazenly, pleasing me.
“The things I want to do to you,mariss,” I breathed against her nipple, lapping before closing my teeth around it gently. Isqueezed, not hard enough to hurt much but enough to make her gasp.
But she surprised me when she pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my hand from between her legs. It shimmered with her wetness in the low light, and I popped a finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as she watched with parted lips.
“Come up here,” I said, narrowing my eyes on her, my cock jutting like a pillar between us, my mouth watering for her, sweet and divine. “I want to taste more of you.”
I saw the flash of intrigue cross over her expression, and I laughed low.
“Did you like when I was eating your pretty little cunt last night?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “But I want to tasteyounow. And you’re much too demanding. Maybe you need to learn you don’t get everything you want.”
