Page 13 of Zylus

The way she’s standing, with her palm cupped firmly over her mouth, I can’t tell whether she’s holding back laughter or trying not to be scandalized.It’s only when I realize her other hand is pointing below my waist that I realize what the problem is.

I’m naked. The towel I’d tucked around my waist is nowhere to be seen. Did it fall off on our walk down the stairs? Have I been bent over the bedcovers for long minutes, showing her myass? Or… mycock? Myhard-as-steel cock?

“How long?” I grit, then groan. Will she wonder if I’m talking about time, or the length of my member?

“Certainly the longest I’ve ever been, um, intimately acquainted with.” She said that through the hand covering her mouth, then groaned as she slapped her second palm on top of the first.

I’m a grown male, so I reject my first thought, which is to run from the room and never see her again. Instead, I grab one of the sheets, drape it over one shoulder, and tie it tightly so it covers most of my body. Then I give her the bold, interested stare I’ve been holding back all day.

“Longest, huh?” I not only force myself to hold her gaze, but I turn up the heat and give her what I hope is a sexy smirk.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, ever-so-slowly, as her gaze rakes over me, brazenly pausing on the tent at my hips.

“You’d say I… measure up?”

“You’re the handyman. Got a tape measure?”

So many emotions have passed between us over the course of this day. The awkward first meeting, the stress of the bank, the increased strain of negotiating a partnership with someone we just met, and the sheer enormity of this project, not to mention her encounter with what she thinks is aghost.

All of that falls away as we wordlessly acknowledge the undercurrent sparking between us since the beginning. Attraction.

We’re standing on opposite sides of the two pallets, so it’s quite obvious when I inch toward her, our gazes never faltering. I give her plenty of time to back away or tell me to halt.

Instead of stopping me, though, she eases toward me, stepping over blankets and pillows as we meet in the middle of the bedding piles.

The room is shrouded in thick, palpable silence, with the only sound being our ragged breaths and the crackling of the wood fire I started when we arrived earlier. The air is charged with anticipation, fueled by the raw desire coursing between us.

Slowly, I approach her, my hand gliding up her spine as if drawn by a magnetic force. The fabric of her shirt is soft against my fingertips, igniting every nerve in my body. Her warmth seeps through the thin material, making me ache for more.

My palm slides up, reaching her nape and then delving under her silky hair. I pull her closer, unable to resist the temptation of her lips any longer. They’re plump and inviting, a feast waiting to be savored.

As our mouths meet in a fiery tangle of tongues and teeth, her hands grasp my shoulders with an almost desperate grip. It’s as if she’s using me to anchor herself in this moment, to hold on to something tangible in the midst of our intense passion.

As our bodies press together, her hardened nipples graze my chest, causing my cock to pulse in excitement.

Because of our height difference, it barely registers that I’ve lifted her to meet my height so we can deepen our passionate kiss. A primal groan escapes my throat as her thighs wrap around my waist, clutching me tightly.

We’re moaning in pleasure as our tongues war, mimicking the verbal sparring we’ve been playing at all day. As I hold her tighter against me, I devour her mouth.

Her taste is addictive, like sweet honey mixed with fiery passion. My cock is hard as steel, and my thoughts are focused on nothing but the beautifulfemale in my arms. With each passing second, our desire intensifies. The thought of my brother haunting this house and threatening to harm her evaporates from my mind as I focus solely on her pleasure—and mine.

Her taste, her warmth, her eager kisses. Perhaps this is the antidote to her terror. Maybe instead of threatening to kill my brother if he ever bothers her again, I should pay him to keep haunting the house. Then I could play the courageous protector and take her mind off her fear—with my tongue and fangs and eager cock.

Her sheer desire and enthusiasm return my thoughts to our kiss, and I dive back into the moment.

This fearless woman is clutching me with all her might. Her arms around my neck, her thighs squeezing my waist as she delves into my mouth, heedless of my sharp fangs. She needn’t worry, though, I’m taking care not to nick her.

“You taste so good, Zylus.”

“Mmm.” It’s all I can say. I’m too busy savoring this kiss and the way her warm, curvy body slots against mine.

I pull away, catching my breath and calming my cock as I slow things down. Instead of kisses, I nip from her pointed chin up her jaw to the hairless patch behind her ear. When I lap softly there, her sharp intake of breath tells me I’ve found a sweet spot.

I suck and nibble her earlobe, making sure to breathe into the cavern of her ear until she shivers in delight. We’ve only known each other a few hours, but I’m already making mental notes of all the places that make her hum and moan, as I plan to return there again and again.

She tugs my hair, turning us so our lips are once again aligned. Holding nothing back, her pointed pink tongue delves into my mouth, garnering my taste, exploring my depths. She even slides her tongue along one of my fangs, perhaps testing its sharpness.

As I’m wondering how this pretty, passionate woman could possibly be single, she pulls away just far enough to ask, “How is it no woman has snapped you up before now? Handsome, sexy, kind…”

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