Page 19 of Caught By Menace

He caressed her cheek. “Are you all right, Naya? Was it too much?”

She shook her head and teased her mouth across his. “It was perfect. You blew me away.”

His eyes widened in mock shock. “Was that a compliment?”

Naya narrowed her eyes. “I can be nice sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” Menace palmed her breast. Her nipples were still sore from the clamps but he was gentle with her. “We’ll have to work on that.”

If this was his idea of behavior modification, she couldn’t wait to sign up. “When?” Menace shifted on the couch and pinned her beneath him. His hard cock nudged her lower belly. “How about right now?”

His playful grin made her laugh. “Was all that just foreplay?”

Dipping his head, Menace whispered, “Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

Chapter Five

Menace relished thelook of utter satisfaction on Naya’s beautiful face. A faint flush colored her luscious body. To show her that she was capable of such sensual passion filled him with great joy. When they’d started, he’d sensed that she was uncomfortable with her body and unfulfilled by her past sexual experiences. He hoped that what he’d shown her tonight would convince her that they could be happy together and to give him a chance.

His ears still rang with the sounds of her passion. She’d howled like such a wild thing when she climaxed. Her taste and scent still called to him. He could spend an eternity with his face buried between her thighs and never tire of it. The way she responded to him left him slightly shaken. He’d had good times with women before, especially the pleasure girls who worked in the sky brothels that catered to the land and sky corps, but it hadn’t ever been like this. Vicious was right. There was something innately different about making love to one’s mate.

“Menace?” Naya sounded breathless and excited.

“Yes?”

“You’re squashing me.”

“What?” He blinked twice and realized that he was, in fact, squashing her right into the couch. “Shit! Sorry.”

She giggled as he quickly rolled off her and onto his side. “It’s all right. You’re just really big.” Her gaze dropped to his waist. “All over.”

His rock-hard cock throbbed incessantly. It took all his willpower not to part her thighs and sink into her hot,willing flesh. Naya made him harder and hungrier than any other woman. Though seducing her had proven more difficult than he’d expected, he’d enjoyed the challenge of persuading her to submit to his hands and mouth. What they’d shared eclipsed the rather businesslike transactions of negotiating with a professional girl from a brothel ship.

Menace noticed her interested gaze lingering on his cock. Her fingers moved just the tiniest fraction of an inch toward him before retreating. He snatched her hand and dragged it toward his erection. “It’s normal to be curious. Touch me.”

Her gaze skipped to his face. “How?”

“However you want,” he said, hoping to encourage her sensual discovery.

She hesitated before trailing her fingertips up and down the length of his shaft. A shiver of anticipation coursed through him. Her light touch ignited his need. She grasped his cock and slowly stroked him. His leg muscles flexed as the whisper-soft caress of her fingers sent heat rolling through his stomach. Her hand moved lower and he held his breath. She cupped his sac and brushed her fingertips over his ultrasensitive skin. He swallowed the groan of pleasure threatening to choke him in the fear that any noise might scare her away.

Her hands moved from between his legs to his lower belly and chest. She swept her palms over his torso and traced some of the more gnarly scars dotting his skin. “You’ve been in a lot of battles?”

He nodded. “It’s been a long war.”

“But you’re an officer now, right? You don’t see much combat, I assume.”

“I haven’t been on the front lines in two years, but I spent twenty-two of them right there in the thick of it. But how did you know I’m an officer?”

“Your uniform.” She touched her chest and indicated the spot where his insignia would have been. “I know enough about you sky warriors to know what all those patches and embroidered symbols mean. Was I wrong?”

“I am an officer,” he confirmed. Certain she wouldn’t understand all the rankings, he added, “I’m the top land corps weapons specialist aboard theValiant.”

Her fingers went still. “Weapons?”

Knowing her people tended toward the pacifist end of the spectrum, he steeled himself for an argument. “Yes. You dislike weapons?”

“Me? No.”

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