Page 69 of Whispers of the Void

“Stars, don’t apologize. That felt incredible.”

“This?” I run my nails back over it again.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Yes. That.” His cock stays hard despite just emptying.

“Why are you still hard? I think human males soften after release.”

His answering grin turns feral as he crawls over me, his arm sliding beneath my body and dragging me to the pillows with him. “Zeahirian males have supreme stamina.”

I drop my knees to the side, making room for him to settle at my core. He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me slowly, deeply. I run my tongue over his sharpened canines and feel his cock twitch against me. A rush of power flows through me when I do it to the other side and the same thing happens.

I love learning the secrets of his body. I like finding ways to tease and torment him. Ways to pleasure him. It makes me needy for more. More of him, more knowledge of him.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw to just below my ear. A growl rumbles from him as I bare my neck to him. I feel the sharp points of his teeth run along the delicate skin. A blast of fear mixes with the desire I feel for him. I know he could bite down and end me. Feeling that type of fragility should be frightening. Instead, it makes me feel powerful, knowing this strong, beastly male could end me so easily but instead holds back to keep me safe.

I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his cock. We both moan as I drag his tip through my folds, up and down, teasing myself while coating him in my desire. Stars know I’ll need all the slickness I can get to take him. He’s bigger than any toy I’ve used.

As soon as I have him positioned at my entrance, he takes over, sliding inside me in one fluid motion. My fingers grip his waist, nails sinking into his skin as he spears me. My body stretches around him, welcoming in as though it was where he was always meant to be.

He cups my breast with one large hand and toys with the piqued nipple. Heat begins to burn in my core, each drag of his length along my walls sends a pulse of desire flooding through me. I open my eyes and find his gaze locked on my face. His beautiful green eyes are nearly black as he thrusts into me.

I gasp as he rolls us until I’m atop him. My body sinks further down him, my clit resting against the knob on his base. The vibration from his thrumming sends a shock wave of pleasure crashing through me. My hands fall to his chiseled chest as I begin to ride him. With each rock of my hips, my clit meets that spot on him that makes me mad with need.

He lifts both of his hands to my breasts, fondling my nipples and cupping the ample mound in his palms. I come with a cry when he pinches them between his fingers. My body drops to his chest, as wave after wave of my orgasm ripples through me.

I drop my forehead to his chest as I realize he’s still hard. There’s nothing I want more than to make him come one more time. His hands wrap around my waist as he moves to get more leverage. Then he begins to pound into me with hard, deep thrusts. I push myself up until I can look down at him. The veins in his neck throb as he continues to move inside of me. I wish I could taste them, trace them with my tongue until I have them memorized.

His body seizes beneath me, his fingers sinking into my full hips as he spills his seed inside me. Each hot lash of his cum feels like a gift. Something I didn’t have to earn and will never let go of.

I love the way he looks up at me. As if he’s in total awe of me. Like he’ll never let me go. He pulls my face down to his and kisses me thoroughly. I whimper against his lips when his cock slides out of me, and he rolls us onto our sides.

“How are you?” he asks as he barely pulls away from our kiss.

“Good. I’m going to feel you tomorrow.” I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Possibly even the entire week.

“I like that.” He grins.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything you want.”

“When I bared my neck to you, it made you growl. Why? Or was it something else. Was it a good growl?”

“Did it scare you?” Concern is etched onto his face.

“No. Not at all, actually. I liked it.”

His body relaxes against mine. “Showing your neck is the ultimate sign of trust to the Zeahiri. Mates will do it instinctively. Plus, you know I ripped my brother’s throat out with my own teeth. Showing me yours was such an act of trust. One I don’t take for granted.”

“I see. I do trust you. I always will.” I scoot my body toward his, wrapping my arm around his waist and running my nails in little circles over his back. “What do you want to do when I finish translating the book for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to let me go, take me back to Oculus Nine?”

He reaches down and cups my face, tilting my head back until my eyes meet his. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. But if I had my way, I’d never let you go.”

A different kind of warmth fills me hearing those words. Knowing he doesn’t want to let me go validates every feeling I’ve been having for him. But there’s still uncertainty. “Are you allowed to be with me? Someone who isn’t Zeahirian?”

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