Page 69 of Aria's Desire

Aria had been matching his style, but he didn't have any immediately apparent flaws in his guard. She finally realized she wasn't going to get through his defenses without actually hurting him and changed tactics.

He was a striker, using his upper body almost exclusively, so Aria switched to a mix of Taekwondo and Muay Thai, lashing out with kicks too fast for him to fend off.

Spinning into a roundhouse kick to force him off balance, she quickly dropped and swept his legs out from under him then leapt on top of him. Aria laid herself over his chest, trapping his arms with her shins and pressing her forearm across his throat.

They both went still as soon as she was on top of him, the only noise their panting breaths. Their eyes locked. Something passed between them, shivering along her nerve endings like electricity, and, suddenly, Aria was very aware of her breasts pressed tightly against his chest and the bare inch separating their lips. She could feel his stomach rising and falling between her spread legs, grazing her cleft with every rapid inhale.

He was no longer smiling, his face now taut, his eyes dark with desire. She knew with absolute certainty that if she slid down his chest just a little, she’d find his cock hard and ready for her.

She was tempted, so very tempted to do exactly that, to scoot back just a little and rub her wet pussy against his hardness.

As though he could see the thought pass through her eyes, Rellik groaned. She felt his arms flex under her shins like he was fighting the urge to grab her and shove her down over his cock himself.

The only thing stopping them was knowing hundreds of people were watching.

Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t taste him, just a little…

Holding his gaze, she closed that inch between their lips and kissed him lightly. The contact sent a thrill through her. Rellik gasped. Taking advantage, she flicked her tongue into his mouth, grazing it over his.

He made a choked sound of shocked need, and his pupils, already dilated, exploded outward, swallowing his irises and part of his sclera. Aria had never seen anything like it. It made his already inhuman features look downright demonic and she loved it.

Feeling the tension in his body, knowing he was about to grab her, she quickly pushed off of him and leapt to her feet.

“Sarasha.” His growl—half demand, half supplication… and all warning—sent a bolt of lust through her.

Unable to help herself, she glanced back just before rounding the corner to see him propped up on his elbows, watching her hungrily. Her gaze caught on the very prominent evidence of his arousal, clearly delineated by his shorts. Seeing that she was looking, his face took on a wicked cast, a feral grin curling his lips as he reached down and stroked a hand over his cock, pushing his hips up into the touch.

Stunned by the shocking eroticism of the move, Aria groaned. “Fuck me.”

“With great pleasure,” he fired back, making her steps stumble. She hadn’t thought he would hear her.

Catching herself before she fell, she glared at him, “Devil!”

His low, masculine chuckle followed her as she dipped around the corner.

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Aria struggledto get herself back under control after leaving Rellik, focusing to quiet her mind and block her thoughts and emotions. It wasn’t easy with arousal and adrenaline pulsing through her.

Kix was going to feel her coming from a mile away.

As though the thought summoned him, her firefly rounded the corner twenty feet ahead and immediately zeroed in on her. He smiled and sent her a single word.

Loud.

Growling, Aria pushed off into a run and met him halfway. Kix dropped low, sliding across the sand on his knees, so she sprang over him. He anticipated the move and snagged her ankle, yanking her down on top of him mid-jump.

They grappled, Kix deflecting or evading every attempt to pin him, telling her her efforts to block her thoughts weren’t working worth a damn.

Maybe it was because she already had sex on the mind, but she got an idea. Instead of trying to keep him out of her head, she did the opposite. Opening herself up to him mentally and emotionally, she pushed her arousal at him.

His eyes widened and his movements faltered. “Aessa,” he said warningly.

Chuckling evilly, she sent him the memory of him fucking her the night before, how incredible it had felt to have him inside her. Next, she sent him an image of her riding him, of taking him deep and how it felt when he filled her to overflowing with his release.

Kix groaned low in his throat, the light in his pupils flickering to life. “Cheater,” he hissed.

He tried to fight fire with fire and flood her with images, but Aria was already turned on. Keeping up her mental attack, she managed to maneuver herself behind him and locked her legs around his waist. Realizing he was about to be pinned, he twisted and almost escaped her hold.

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