When he let go of the hand he’d peeled loose, she grabbed him again.
Finally, reason began to reassert itself and it dawned on him that she was absolutely mindless with terror. That thought led him to the realization that she had not, as he had believed, leapt to her death because she wanted to escape him so badly.
She had tried to escape.
She had no idea that hisrookewas on the side of a cliff, almost a thousand feet from the forest floor below.
That did not make any sense to him when it first occurred to him, but it dawned on him after a moment that she’d been skating in and out of consciousness since he had rescued her. It was possible that she was unconscious when he had brought her and did not know.
Even though he knew now that at least some of that had been faked, she had clearly been conscious enough to plot, to watch for an opportunity to escape.
He grasped her face with both hands. She had her eyes squeezed shut, and he knew she still did not understand one word in three that he spoke, but he tried a calm voice.“You are safe. You will not fall.”
She opened her eyes at that and stared at him with bulging eyes for a long moment. Finally, she flicked a look around. Apparently finally reassured, she relaxed fractionally.
“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” she gasped, and then burst into tears, wailing, “Who the fuck lives on the side of a damn cliff!”
Zhor had no more idea what she had said than she had of his remarks. He knew she was still upset, however. Lowering his head, he touched his forehead lightly to hers.“Shhh. You are safe,”he said quietly, soothingly.
Her reaction was to grab his ears and plant her mouth on his, hard.
His reaction was to go hard and mindless all at the same time.
He did not have time to even attempt to figure out what the gesture meant before the fall of the mind.
They had been lying, sprawled in a tangle of torso, arms, and legs, since he had managed to pitch the two of them through the opening. He had been in too much turmoil to fully register the impulses from his body’s sensors—consciously, anyway. But his body had been slowly awakening to a far more delightful discovery than the simple joy of being able to breathe and the fact that his body was not squashed and laying in pieces at the bottom of the falls.
And he had not had a woman in so long he did not want to figure out how long it had been.
And he desired her. He had from the moment he had seen how prettily she was made.
He seized the opportunity to thoroughly explore the sensitive, wet cavern of her mouth and that completed his downfall into madness.
He traced every delicate line of her mouth, drinking in her breath, drunk with the taste and feel of her. When he thought he might pass out from insufficient breath, he broke the bond with her mouth and struggled to master the diabolical intricacies of her garment.
Failing to delve it, he simple grabbed the sides and rent the thing in two, diving on the smorgasbord of flesh exposed—the two little berry topped melons.
She clamped her arms around him so tightly when he latched on to one tip, he thought for a moment he was going to suffocate. But he was not really aware of what she was doing until she had stroked his back between his wings until it began to feel like she would dig a hole there.
Then she grasped his hair and tried to peel his scalp from his head using the hair as leverage.
He resisted until he thought, from the level of pain, that a rupture of the skin was imminent, then he popped his head up to relieve the strain, tore her fingers lose, and manacled her wrists to floor with his hands while he gnawed and licked at her until he had explored every inch of flesh that was exposed and some that he could only reach with his tongue.
She writhed and bucked and moaned and gasped, but he was able to block most of her protests and focus on his needs.
All too soon, he reached the breaking point.
He could not stand it!
He was going to explode if he did not get inside of her and there was no way in hell he was going to be anywhere else when he exploded!
Uttering a possessive growl, he released his grip on her wrists and grabbed his member, blindly stabbing at her in a desperate effort to find the sweet cavern he needed. He became more and more desperate as his stabbing probes yielded nothing like he wanted, needed, while she moaned and gasped and groaned as if he was stabbing her to death, bucking and wiggling until he was so thoroughly confused he could not figure out which direction he needed to go to find the damned hole!
Gasping for breath, he reared up, grasped her legs, pulling them apart so that he could get a look at the terrain.
He found the valley—a bare, deep pink gash between her thighs that, to his surprise and relief, had no foliage to hide the cavern he sought.
Uttering a growl of triumph, he released her legs and dove for it, planting the head of his cock and plowing furrows in the rock with his toes as he tried to shove deeper.
