Page 16 of Taken By the Zypherian King

A larger wave caught me and made me almost stumble, but Zayden held me in his iron grip, never letting me as much as waiver. The water felt good. Being in Zayden’s arms felt good, and I realized I felt good.

“Can we go for a swim before we return?” I asked, looking longingly at the growing waves. It had been years since I had swum in the ocean. I must have been a kid the last time I did.

“As you wish,” he granted.

“There aren’t any… sharks here, are there?”

“Sharks?”

“Big fish with big, sharp teeth that will eat you.”

“I wouldn’t allow anybody but me to eat you,” he replied with a suggestive grin that made my heart stumble and filled my stomach with butterflies.

“Oh,” I breathed.

He laughed, “Come, let’s swim before I lose the rest of my self-control and take you in the water.”

Agilely, he rose first one leg, bent it, then the other to pull his boots off and throw them to the shore, before we both splashed into the water.

ALICE

We both knew what was going to happen when we stepped back on the little disc he called a glider to return to the palace. The small platform was filled with sexual tension. His hand laid across my lower back, and his long fingers stroked lazily over the top of my ass, eliciting an electric fire in my loins that was already heating my pussy.

We stood close enough that I could feel the hard thump, thump, thump of his heart, echoed by mine, beating just a bit faster than his.

Both of us were dripping wet, but since he didn’t appear even slightly concerned about causing an electronic explosion on the glider, I didn’t concern myself with it either. The air was warm, and a slight breeze coming off the ocean was already drying my hair and clothes when we reached his balcony.

“Can anybody just bring up their glider here?” I asked when he offered me his hand to help me back to the balcony.

“A stasis field only allows approved gliders to enter the proximity of the royal chambers,” he explained, raising his eyebrow. “Guards patrol in case one might get stolen. You are perfectly safe here.”

“Perfectly safe?” I asked with a challenging eye flutter.

He swooped me up into his arms, his lips mere inches from my ear. “Perfectly, except from me,” he whispered.

Which was exactly what I wanted to hear, and the little waves of pleasure from his hot breath so close to my sensitive skin by my neck added to the pleasure building inside me.

He carried me to his bedroom, where he stood me up on the floor.

“Let me see you,” he demanded hoarsely.

Heated by the deep, darkening orange glow of his eyes that reminded me more of a fire, I picked up the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Staring into his orange depths, I loosened the breast covering that acted as a bra before I shimmied out of my underpants.

His gaze was locked with mine for a long time, even when I stood bare ass naked in front of him, before his eyes slowly began to travel down my body, making me feel like the most desirable woman in the universe.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. “Turn.”

It wasn’t exactly a command. I sensed that his voice and self-control were fighting a losing battle, and he would have asked me more politely, but his short utters actually created a hollow sensation in my pussy that bordered on an ache.

Slowly and seductively, I turned, making sure to rotate my hips and one shoulder at a time to stretch my tits with their already puckered nipples and bathed in his sharp intake of breath.

“The gods must have made you for me,” he said after clearing his throat. It was the best, hottest compliment I had ever received. Had they come from any man from Earth, I would have laughed in his face. But not Zayden. No. Not ever. I recognized that the words came from his heart. His desire for me resonated in his voice, showed by the darkening fire in his eyes, the way his lips curled, and most of all, the way his hands twitched, rising and lowering, burning as much to touch me as my skin burned to be touched by him.

“Your turn.” My voice reminded me of honey, and I hardly recognized it, but breathlessly I watched him unclasping his still wet pants, rotating his hips in a way that, sending another flaming ache through my pussy, to loosen them and drop to the ground. He stepped out of them, but I was only peripherally aware of that because he took a step toward me, like a stalking panther. My entire focus was on his hard, erect cock. So hard it bopped against his stomach, so thick I doubted I could encircle it with my hand.

Would that monstrosity even fit inside me?

I closed my eyes as they rolled back in their sockets at that thought, at the image of him struggling into me, filling me, spreading me. Juices trickled down my inner walls in drops, heating me for him even more.

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