Page 70 of Crash Landing
“We what?” he said, cocking his head.
I cleared my throat, feeling nervous all of a sudden. My heart was racing and everything in me was screaming for him to touch me, but my tongue had suddenly turned to stone.
“Sam,” he whispered, taking another step. “I won’t—I can’t—touch you like that again unless you truly want this. On Phesah, it was foolish. There are risks. You should have known them all before I even considered…”
He was at war with himself and it made me second guess myself. Maybe he didn’t want to be with me. Or, maybe he did and didn’t want to risk my safety. Either way, I just wanted him to tell me.
“I know the risks,” I said, aware that I didn’t exactly know every detail in full. “And I could have said something. You gave me the chance to. It’s not all on you. I wanted it.”
“Did you?”
I scoffed. “I think me climbing on you and begging for it was a clear indicator.”
His brows bobbed and he stepped closer.
“Well, now that our heads are clear, we might need to put our desires in check.”
“Why? Is there someone else you want to save them for?” I said, not meaning for it to sound so bitter.
Shock flashed across Saleuk’s face. I didn’t mean to go on the offensive, but I was growing irritated at how much I wanted him and he wasn’t doing anything about it.
He took another step, cocking his head. “Tell me you want it.”
There was not a single thought in my head that protested. I took a deep breath and I closed the small gap between us, leaping into his arms and throwing my legs around him. Our mouths crashed together in a burning kiss and instantly I was content. Elated. Saleuk’s arms surrounded me as he walked into my room. One hand reached out and slapped the control lock, closing the door behind him. I rocked against him, feeling his cock grow instantly hard between us.
“Every ounce of self-control is shattered with you,” he groaned, making his way to the bed.
“I don’t want you to control yourself.”
“Yes, you do. Losing yourself to this passion could have consequences.”
“You said only six percent of—”
“Six percent isn’t zero, Sam.”
He laid me down on the soft bed, his lips tracing my jaw and then the side of my neck. My whole body was so deliciously aware of him. I felt like I was already edging toward a release when he palmed my breast.
“If you’re going to fuck me and talk about what a bad idea it is, then what’s the point?”
Saleuk moved further down my body, reaching down to grip the hem of my dress and drag the light fabric up my leg. I felt the cool air on my wet center and shuddered.
“I’m not going to fuck you.” He raised his hooded eyes toward me and smirked, watching me as he lifted my skirts over my stomach and kissed my hip. “But I am going to make you scream.”
24: Saleuk
Sam’s little whimpers were the sweetest music to my ears. She was so starved for me and the feeling was addicting. It was heaven. I lifted the silky material of her dress up over her hips, kissing my way over her stomach and down to the small patch of hair between her legs. She’d just bathed and I could smell the subtle sweetness of the water on her skin and the even sweeter scent of her arousal.
Gently, I pushed Sam’s legs apart, kissing the inside of her thigh. I could savor the taste of her for hours, but I wanted more than a taste. I wanted to feast on her essence. I wanted to claim her. Watch her writhe with pleasure with my tongue inside her
Groaning, I licked my way up the seam of her sex and felt Sam’s body jolt. The moment my tongue flicked over that little bud of nerves, she gasped, her hips bucking.
“Saleuk,” she gasped.
I pushed her thighs further apart, one hand flattening on her stomach as I licked her again. Every stroke made her body quiver and the sweet torture I imagined I was inflicting made my cock swell. I licked again and then closed my mouth over her sex, sucking on that little bud. She let out a breathy moan, her back arching off the bed.
I loved it. I loved the way her body moved when she was feeling pleasure. When she hungered for me. I sucked, flicking my tongue over her again and again until her breaths became short, clipped gasps. Then I slid my tongue inside as deep as Icould manage. She was muttering to herself in words I couldn’t understand. I licked over her again and then circled her entrance with my fingers. She lifted her hips toward me, eager to be filled, and I slid two fingers deep inside.
“Yes,” she sighed.
