Page 20 of The Syphon King

“Make it good because you surely deserve it,” she mumbled, her moans putting sparks in his cock.

“Am I doing good, Zeen?” he asked, slowing his strokes.

“So good,” she barely said. “So good that I’m sorry I was being mean.”

He smiled, holding the heel of her foot in his hand and stroking the top of it now. “You were punishing me,” he reminded, moving to her ankles.

“I was,” she said on the barest moan. “You can...punish me back if you want.”

Heat filled him as he slid his fingers up to her shin then around her calf, lost to the soft silk of her. “I don’t want to punish you.”

“I know what I want for my gift,” she murmured, making him smile.

“Thisis your gift.”

“Well...can I have another one?”

“Are you wanting me to spoil you, Zeen?”

She gave another small moan. “Yes.”

Perfect answer. “Tell me.”

“I want you...to siphon something from me.”

He made exact contact with each finger, feeling her delicate perfection. “What do you want me to takefrom you?”

“Not take. Share.”

Share.

“Pleasure.”

His hands froze on her calf, and she covered them both with hers and moved them slowly up her leg.

“Zeen,” he whispered, his resistance nowhere to be found as she brought him all the way to her inner thigh. She pulled her dress up and opened her legs, the sight of her womanhood in black satin stealing his breath.

“Make me feel good, Zo-dAHk,” she begged quietly, her breaths edged with the desire he’d seen in her eyes. “I need you to make me feel good.”

That was it. The exact gift he wanted. And it was his kryptonite.

He set her foot down and scooped her up in his arms. His own cravings demanded he take her to his bed and meet all the needs he heard in her silky words. Warnings blared. If he took her to his room, he’d go too far, this he was sure of.

He sat with her on the couch. “Hold on to my neck, Zeen. And don’t let it go.” He lowered every single one of his ocular gates, praying what she gave him so freely didn’t slip past. “You will obey this?”

She stared right into his lens. “Will you look at me?” she asked, her browsbegging with her sweet voice as she clung to him.

“I cannot look yet, goo-rah-bee,” he said, moving her dress up. Not into her powerful, alluring gaze that he couldn’t resist. “But I will surely see you in every other way.”

The moment he exposed her creamy perfection and the triangle of ebony satin, his muscles clenched with rage at the many odd-shaped scars covering her inner thighs.

“Am I... pretty, Zodak?”

The fear in her voice brought his hunger in a low growl as he hooked his fingers in the delicate material and tugged it down. “More beautiful than all that is deemed beautiful, my Zeen,” he swore, her frantic breaths waking the powers he used in battles.

She opened herself wide, pushing her succulent bottom into the rod of his cock, the assault drawing another growl. With his middle finger he felt her with the barest touch. “You are decadentsilk,Zeen,” he marveled, staring at the sight of her thrusting hips as her scent made him ravenous.

“Please,” she whispered. “Inside me, Zodak. I want you in every part of me.”

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