Chapter Six
Rosamund spent the night tossing and turning. When she fell asleep, it was to feverish dreams of herself tangled up in Kodran’s arms as he drove her mad with his tongue and fingers.
His body was a sweet weight on top of hers, his skin burning fever-hot with the fire inside him. He looked down at her, pupils blown wide with arousal in those astonishingly green eyes.
“My heart’s fire,” he said huskily. “I have wanted this so badly since the first moment I saw you. Wanted to touch you…” He kissed her. “To taste you…” He ran his tongue over her lower lip, making her shudder and a part her lips for him. He spoke against her mouth. “Wanted to make you mine.”
He kissed her, playing his tongue into her mouth, flicking it against hers in a suggestive rhythm that made slick moisture gather between her thighs. Her nipples beaded, pressing against his chest, and she moaned into his mouth as he moved her, drawing one leg up so he was pressed against her core. He rolled his hips, pushing against her, and the rigid length of his cock slid against her clit. She pressed her fingertips into the muscles of his broad shoulders. She desperately wanted him to push into her, move inside her, driving them both closer to the all-consuming pleasure she knew awaited.
But Kodran had other ideas.
He nibbled her earlobe, whispering hot words in her ear about how badly he ached for her, how he wanted to lose himself in her body.
“But first,” he murmured, “I mean to taste every inch of your sweetness.”
He nibbled a trail of kisses down her throat, nipping at her collarbone, then taking her ample breasts in his big palms. He licked and kissed around her nipple, spiraling it with his tongue and teasing it to a rigid, aching point. Pleasure throbbed between her thighs in time with her pulse, and she wriggled beneath him, trying to ease her desire. He suckled on the point, and she arched off the bed, pressing against his mouth and whispering incoherently that he should stop…and that he should never stop.
He pulled away and blew cool air over her damp nipple, and she groaned and wound her fingers into his blue-black hair.
He turned his attention to her other breast, lavishing it with the same treatment until she was panting and writhing. Just when she thought she might die if he didn’t touch her where she needed to be touched, he ran his hand down over her plump belly and parted the petals of her pussy with his fingers.
He rubbed his face against her breast, the scruff of his beard abrading her nipple and sending shivers of sensation through her as he zeroed in on her clit, pinching it gently between his thumb and forefinger and drawing a gasp and a curse from her.
He thrust his finger inside her with agonizing slowness, then withdrew it just as deliberately, curling it against her G-spot as he pulled out. Strumming her clit with his thumb, he worked his finger in and out of her tight channel, making her even wetter.
He added a second digit and finger-fucked her, harder and faster now, driving her towards the precipice of orgasm…and then he stopped. He stopped, leaving her trembling and breathless and mindless with desire.
He kissed down over her ribs and the soft swell of her belly, then pushed her thighs apart. His hot breath against her core was almost enough to push her the rest of the way to bliss…almost. But then it was gone.
He moved all the way down to the end of the bed and licked the sole of her foot, the ticklish feeling another note in the symphony of sensations he was playing on her body. Then he kissed her ankle, trailed kisses up her calf, lapped at the sensitive hollow behind her knee. Each touch and taste whispered over her skin, every nerve ending alive to the things he was doing to her.
He pushed her thighs further apart so he could kiss and lick the plump flesh, lapping away the sticky evidence of her arousal from her skin.
“Your desire for me tastes so sweet,” he murmured against her thigh.
And then his mouth was where she wanted it – needed it.
He lapped eagerly at her pussy, dragging his tongue between the slick lips then suckling on her clit, making her arch up from the bed, rolling her hips against his face as he feasted on her intimate flesh. Zigzag bolts of wild electricity crackled through her body, and the erotic charge between her thighs built and hummed until an explosion rocked her core, sending shockwaves through every muscle of her trembling body.
Kodran kissed his way back up her body, soothing her with his tongue, just as patient and thorough as he’d been before he’d made her come so hard she could barely think.
When he reached her throat, he set his teeth into the flesh. Rosamund moaned her approval, and he bit down, the slight, piercing pain a punctuation mark to their lovemaking. There was a faint, coppery tang on the air.
He licked the blood away from her skin with slow, lazy swipes of his tongue. It stung, but she didn’t care.
“Now you are mine, heart’s fire,” he said. “Truly mine. And everyone will know it.”
Yes. She was his.
She sat bolt upright. She was still in her own room, alone. She was dressed in pajamas.
Had it been a dream? It must have. But it had felt shockingly, deliciously real – and she could feel the ache where Kodran had bitten her.
She shot out of bed and looked around the room. Dot-R was standing in the corner, eyes closed; she was in standby mode, recharging remotely via the ship’s engines. Dot-R wouldn’t have slept through Kodran coming into their room and having sleep-sex with Rosamund – would she?
Rosamund ran to the small bathroom and looked in the mirror over the sink. There was no bite mark. She caressed the spot with her fingers. She could still feel it…but it wasn’t there.
Thoroughly rattled, she took a quick shower and pulled on one of the dresses she’d purchased, the first that came to hand. It was made of a clingy blue fabric that skimmed her ample curves, nipping in at the waist then flaring over her broad hips. It had flirty little cap sleeves and a border print of white flowers around the hem. She never would have bought it except on Darfan’s dime – it was far too pretty for day-to-day wear. It did make her feel like a million bucks, though. Or maybe she should say a million creds, since she was zipping between planets in a spaceship piloted by shapeshifting alien dragons.
