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His large hand cups my breast through the thin fabric of my pajama top, and I arch into his touch. X’s other hand slides down my thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

“Is this alright?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

I nod fervently, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, please... more,” I manage to say, my voice a mix of desperation and desire.

X’s fingers trail higher, ghosting over the fabric of my panties. The teasing touch sends sparks through my body, and I squirm against him, seeking more friction.

“X,” I whimper, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders. “Please...”

He chuckles, a low rumble that I feel more than hear. “Patience, Zana,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

His thumb brushes over my center, applying just enough pressure to make me moan. I’m acutely aware of how thin the fabric of my pajamas is, how it does nothing to hide my body’s reaction to his touch.

“You’re killing me here,” I groan, my hips moving of their own accord.

X’s grin is both tender and wicked. “I thought you data scientists were all about delayed gratification.”

I let out a breathless laugh. “That’s for algorithms, not... oh!”

My words cut off as his fingers finally slip beneath the waistband of my panties. X’s thumb finds my clit, circling it with maddening slowness. My back arches, a gasp escaping my lips as pleasure courses through me.

“Is this what you wanted?” X asks, his voice rough with desire.

All I can do is nod, lost in the sensation of his touch.

Chapter Eight

Xnaurl

Zana’slush curves tantalize me as I lay her out on the table before me, a succulent feast for the senses. Her golden-brown skin glows in the dim light, more alluring than any delicacy adorning the table. I’m consumed by the need to make her mine, to claim her as my mate in body and soul.

“X, what are you—” she starts to say, but her words cut off in a sharp gasp as I palm her full breasts, kneading the soft flesh. I duck my head to capture one dusky nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud.

I’m too impatient to bother removing all her clothes. With a quick tug, I bare her from the waist down, exposing the glistening folds at the apex of her thighs. The musky scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, making my mouth water. I have to taste her. Now.

Spreading her legs, I bury my face between her thighs, lapping at her sweet nectar. This is what I’ve been craving all night long.

Zana arches off the table with a keening cry. “Oh god, X, yes!” Her fingers tangle in my hair as I lick and suckle her sensitive flesh, committing every gasp and moan to memory.

I slip one finger into her tight channel, pumping slowly, then add a second. Her slick walls clench around me as I stroke her from within. I can’t get enough of her addictive flavor, her intoxicating responses to my touch. In this moment, pleasing her is my sole focus.

My beautiful mate. My Zana. I will spend eternity worshipping her body if she’ll let me. Every inch of her lush curves and silken skin is a revelation to be savored and explored. I curl my fingers, finding that sensitive spot that makes her thrash and buck beneath me.

“Please, I need—” she begs brokenly, lost to the pleasure I’m giving her.

I know exactly what she needs. Lifting my head, I growl possessively. “You’re mine, Zana. Only mine.”

Then I lower my mouth back to her dripping sex, determined to make her shatter in my arms, again and again. I’ll prove I’m the only one who can satisfy her, in all ways. My mate. Forever.

When her slick is coating my fingers and dripping down my chin, I finally relent. Sitting back on my haunches, I drink in the erotic sight of Zana splayed out before me —cheeks flushed, breasts heaving, thighs quivering. I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking.

Wrapping my hands around her hips, I lift her effortlessly, positioning the tip of my rigid cock at her soaked entrance. “I’ll go slow,” I rasp. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Then, with excruciating restraint, I begin to lower her, impaling her inch by delicious inch on my thick shaft. Zana lets out a guttural moan, hands flying up to clutch my shoulders. “Oh fuck, X...you’re so big...”

Her scorching heat engulfs me as I sink deeper, stretching her, claiming her. It takes every ounce of control not to slam into her, to let the beast take over. But hurting Zana is the last thing I want.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage through clenched teeth. “Take all of me. You’re doing so good.”

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