Page 14 of Darkhan

Zeno set her footwear off to the side and stood swiftly, keeping himself between her legs and letting his hands sweep again under the skirt of her fitted dress. A dress he now understood she hadn’t chosen for herself and was less than comfortable in. “We are fated, Harmony. There’s nothing to fear. I will take care of you.”

She was having trouble meeting his eyes—which his ego didn’t mind in the least—and she pulled her lip between her teeth. A flicker of nerves edged into her scent.

Zeno moved a hand to cup her cheek, guiding her gaze up to his and holding it there. “We can stop at any time. Just say the word.”

Harmony released her lip and offered him a smile. “I don’t want to stop.”

He sensed only confidence and certainty from her, so he nodded, brushed a kiss over her lips, and dropped his hand. Without asking her permission or offering warning, Zeno gathered up two fistfuls of the dress and ripped it off her body. He wasn’t in the least surprised at her startled half-shriek, though he was a bit impressed that she didn’t reflexively pull away.

“Zeno! That was my only outfit!”

He swept away the last threads and let his eyes rove overher nearly revealed form. The black panty and bra set wasn’t fancy, but it was slim and intentionally low-profile, all of which meant her breasts were barely held in place and there was hardly enough fabric between her thighs to cover what mattered. The best kind of torture, until he considered that these, too, she had been forced to wear before being handed off to another shifter. He’d just have to buy her replacements.

Aloud, he said, “You hated it.”

“Yes,” she said carefully, “but it was myonlyoutfit. I definitely can’t go out like this!”

A low growl built up in his chest and Zeno reached out, running his palms over her smooth, bare skin. “No, you cannot.” He saw her eyes widen, so he went ahead and finished the thought. “I would have to massacre any man who saw you so exposed.” To emphasize his point, he ran his thumbs over the waistband of her panties.

She shivered, a soft gasp escaping her. “That—that’s not the point.”

“You’ll wear something of mine until more clothes arrive for you,” he said. His hands continued up, over her abdomen, palming her soft belly and perfect skin. “I have more than enough, it’s fine.”

“I-I can’t just—” Harmony groaned when he peeled her bra away and caught her breasts in his palms. Her breathing faltered.

He squeezed and molded the plump flesh, watching her luscious, pale tits spill out of his hands as his mouth salivated for a taste. The woman had more curves than was healthy for a man’s sanity. And her nipples were such a beautiful dusty rose, so perfectly centered and already hardened with desire.

“Z-Zeno,” she said, all but whimpering, as he dragged his thumbs over her nipples.

He grunted low and divested her of her bra, then guidedher back down onto the bed. “I’m going to taste every perfect inch of you, Little Dove.” He didn’t give her more warning before letting his mouth descend on one of her breasts, licking and sucking his way around the skin while he kept the other occupied with one hand. He blazed a trail to her nipple and pulled the entire areola into his mouth, teasing her rosy bud with both teeth and tongue.

Harmony began to squirm and moan, her hands lifting to claw at his arms.

Eventually, he switched his attentions to her other boob and gave it the same thorough treatment before finally lowering his kisses to her torso. It seemed the blush disappeared at her bosom, he noted, and the feral side of him loved having discovered the answer to that curiosity. He kissed, licked, sucked, and massaged his way down her body, letting his mouth and hands roam, and groaned as the aroma of her arousal only grew. He was painfully hard, but he willed himself to ignore that for the time being. For as much as he wanted to bury himself inside her and feel her come apart around him, he needed to give her a taste of that pleasure first.

And a taste was precisely what was on the menu.

Her panties went flying over his shoulder when he finally reached her hips and Zeno stroked his hands down her thighs. He swept his gaze back up her body from where he knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, barely able to see her face from the way her chest heaved. “I’m going to taste you, Harmony. I’m going to do exactly as I said earlier and feast on your sopping wet pussy until you scream my name. When it comes, don’t fight it. Let yourself feel it.”

She rolled her head to the side in an attempt to see him without otherwise moving. “You’re really going to—”

In answer to her question, Zeno bowed his head and swept his tongue between her folds. Her natural musk explodedon his taste buds and he groaned deep in his throat, his hands digging into her hips as he lost himself in his mission. He licked everywhere his tongue could reach, swirled it around her opening, and retraced his path back up to her clit.

Harmony thrashed below him, moaning and gasping intermittently.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and pushed a single finger into her channel. Her body went stiff for a moment before her breathing changed, telling him she was close. So he eased off her clit and pumped with the finger a couple of times before inserting a second, and when she still seemed primed to shatter, he squeezed in a third. One suck at her clit with the three-finger pumping had Harmony’s back coming off the bed and a choked-off cry of release dragging from her throat.

Zeno eased his ministrations slowly, his balls throbbing as if her orgasm had nearly triggered his own.

Harmony was splayed on the bed, her hair already a mess and her chest heaving, as he pushed up from his knees. “H-holy … that was…”

Zeno crawled over her, trailing one sticky finger up her chest as he moved, and met her hooded gaze. He lifted his two other fingers. “Taste yourself on me.”

She blinked at him, her focus sliding to his fingers, and stared for another second before opening her mouth in invitation. So he stuck his fingers inside, pushing all the way to the knuckles. Her lips closed and her tongue slid over his skin and they both groaned.

He pulled his fingers free before his impulse could backfire. “Do you need to stop?”

“What?” She frowned faintly. “Stop? Why?”

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