Page 22 of Forbidden Desires

“I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but tonight belongs to us.” Amelia straddled Zylar and planted the hottest kiss she had on him. The growl that came from him made her quake with want. She couldn’t remember the last time she wanted a male like this. She felt like she’d die if she didn’t have him soon.

“Is this—” She kissed him again, cutting off his words. He was going to ask her to think, to be sure this was what she wanted. She’d been thinking since she met him. Most of her thoughts got her in trouble, unless she thought about being with him like this.

“No more thinking. Either you want me, or you don’t.” He flipped her over before she could think.

“I’m a bossy bottom.” He laughed and turned her just enough to swat her ass. She moaned and stuck it out a little further. He caressed her ass before swatting it again. This time, he placed kisses over it before he went back to her breasts.

“I love the way they bounce and sway.” She laughed; it was mid-range somewhere around an alto but everyone who heard it smiled when she laughed with genuine joy.

“Most men feel the same way.” He growled, not wanting to hear about another male. He pressed her head to his chest, putting her mouth to work.

Amelia’s tongue darted out to lick his skin. A soft moan came from her as she did it again. He was salty the way she thought skin should feel, but there was also a bit of sweetness that made her want to gobble him up.

Her hands went down his back, feeling the prominent bones of his spine. They were rounder and thicker than hers. She played with him, enjoying the soft growls he made before she started sucking on his nipple. It was a little recessed. The more she sucked, the harder it became; it snuck out of its little cave to give her better access.

She rubbed her pussy against his leg while his hands moved over her body, getting a feel for her. He leaned up before looking at her.

“Your skin feels like silk, and I love how you respond to my touch.” His fingers trailed down her body until he was playing with her ribcage. His mouth must have gotten jealous because soon it was licking, kissing, and nibbling where his fingers were playing.

Amelia’s body arched. Soft moans came from her as the sensation of his hands and mouth turned her world upside down. There were zings of electricity in her body that connected to her nerve endings, taking her higher. All he was doing was touching and caressing her, but she felt like he had a direct pathto her clit. She squirmed, feeling like she was going to come out of her skin or off the bed. Whichever came first but not until after she felt his fingers on her pussy and clit.

She pushed him on his chest until he went to his back. She straddled him and kissed his chest, making her way down. Her hands stopped caressing his muscles. She loved how sleek he was. His body reminded her of a pro swimmer. He was all long lines and sleek muscle. She could have wept at the beauty on display. Her mind questioned the word beauty, but she ignored it. There had been too many times in her life recently that she judged people on the outside and not by who they were on the inside. Zylar was beautiful inside and out.

She trembled as his hand played with her spine and back before he brought a hand to her ass. When he spanked her lightly, she could feel her pussy spasm. She moaned louder, enjoying his hand on her ass. She never knew she had a spanking kink, and she was all right with it.

She worked her hand down to his cock. “Damn.” Not only was it thick, it was long. It was big enough for her to worry about whether she could take all of him. She ran her hand up and down his cock, exploring it and the puff of skin that didn’t have a reason for being there. She’d ask him about it later.

He lifted her so that he could reach her. Holding her with one hand, the other hand explored her belly and then went down to the triangle between her legs. When he caressed her slit, she trembled. The feeling of this blunt, calloused finger on her sensitive skin made her want to come on his face.

“You keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for what happens here.” She warned him, but hoped he didn’t listen. She was hoping the caveman would come out to play. Me, big strong man. You, tiny woman who knows not what she says. She laughed, then screamed when he sat her on his face. His tonguedelved deep into her pussy while his fingers played with her clit. He rolled her clit around and then sucked on it as it swelled.

Amelia whimpered from his attention, but her pussy was feeling empty. She rubbed over his face as his fingers pushed deep into her pussy scissoring and brought her sensations that made the word pleasure seem like an afterthought. She rode his fingers, getting closer to an orgasm as he added a third finger and sucked on her clit.

Zings of intense need and want went through her body as she shook. Her thighs tightened around his face as he brought his free hand to her ass, caressed it, and then smacked it. She bowed like she was being ripped apart, but the high-keening sound that came from her said differently. She was encouraging him to go further, to take her higher. Her chest bounced as she rocked on his face.

He devoured her clit and played with her pussy until he switched. His fingers went to her clit, clamping down on the sensitive nodule. his mouth and tongue went to her pussy. She screamed as her orgasm came ripping through her like a high tide. She gasped as she kept rocking. He never stopped encouraging her to go higher, and she did. She saw the angels. That was a thought for later. She was floating amongst the heavens, dancing on the clouds with Zylar.

“One day, I’ll show you my home.”

Amelia was too exhausted to move when Zylar laid her on top of him and she pressed kisses onto his shoulders before her eyes closed.

She didn’t know how long she slept, but she woke to alarms going off and red strobe lights in their room.

Chapter Fourteen

Zylar was holding Amelia in his arms when his body was tossed across the bed, the force field she spotted earlier keeping him from crashing to the floor with her.

“What the hell?” Amelia shouted, trying to fight her way out of Zylar’s arms.

“We’re under attack.” He put her down, jumping up to get dressed. He handed her an outfit she’d never seen before.

Amelia was sitting on the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin as she stared at Zylar like he had gone momentarily off his rocker.

“What?” They were in space; how could they be attacked? Nothing made any sense; it sounded like white noise in the back of her mind. Could she have suffered from an aneurysm from the trip to Nirvana she took last night?

“Amelia, my lotus flower, get dressed.” His voice was hard steel over soft silk, and it was enough to make her move. She dressed automatically, still trying to understand how they could get attacked in space.

He took her hand, and then they ran down the corridor to the lift.

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