The instant they’re off, he grabs onto my waist and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him and we hold there, our lips locking.
He lowers me slowly down. The miracle of a Zmaj having two cocks comes into play when his hardness finds my opening. He slips inside easily, filling me slowly. One inch at a time, stretching me to my limits.
I don’t know how long it takes. All I know is pleasure as his cock slides deeper and deeper. I squirm and groan. He exerts control at a level I can’t even begin to comprehend. He grabs my hair, pulling back as he lavishes kisses up and down my neck.
His rough tongue slides over my skin while he keeps his cock fully seated inside me, letting me adjust to his girth.
I moan loud, not caring if the sound carries. He slaps my ass and the sting of the smack makes the pleasure all the sweeter. I grab onto his shoulders and pull myself up until only the tip is inside. Then I drop.
“Gah!” I exclaim as I’m filled fast and hard.
That breaks his control. It’s what I wanted. His hands are on my ass, and then all I know is pleasure as we go wild. It seems like no time passes before I’m exploding again. Wave after wave of orgasm passing over me while he holds me.
“Mine,” he whispers in my ear as yet another spasm rushes through.
“Yours. All yours. All of me.”
“Treasure,” he says, holding me tight.
32
LEENA
Iwake to heat.
Not the crushing, relentless heat of the desert sun. Something closer. Steadier. Alive.
For a second, I don’t move. Don’t open my eyes. I just stay there, caught in that half-space between sleep and waking where nothing hurts yet and nothing is demanding anything from me.
Then I feel it. Him.
Solid at my back. One arm draped over me, not trapping, not holding me in place—just there. Present. Like he fell asleep that way and never thought to move.
My breath catches.
Slowly, carefully, I shift enough to turn my head. He’s still asleep. Or something close to it.
His breathing is even, deeper than I’ve heard it before. The hard lines that never quite leave his face have softened, just slightly, like whatever fight is always running through him has gone quiet for a few precious hours.
It does something to me. Something I’m not ready to name. I study him for a second longer than I should. Then his eyes open.
No startle. No snap to attention. Just… awareness. Immediate and locked onto me.
“You’re awake,” I murmur.
“Yes.”
The word is rough with sleep. My chest tightens.
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull back. His hand shifts where it rests against me, like he’s confirming I’m still there. Like he expects I might not be.
“I’m still here,” I say quietly.
Something in his gaze settles.
“I know,” he answers.
Behind us, the camp is stirring. Movement. Low voices. The sound of gear being shifted, weapons checked, bodies coming back online.
