Page 16 of Zimon's Bride
“No, please! I’ll die there.” Lane whimpered.
“Very likely.”
“Please, I can’t breathe,” he rasped, and I realized I’d inadvertently squeezed his throat tighter than I intended.
“Tell me, and I will recommend your sentence be served on Earth.”
Lane readily gave me the information I demanded, and I believed him. He wasn’t faking his fear of the mines on Xarkus Four.
I turned him around and cuffed his hands behind his back. Then I led him back to the Tenzari base to be transported to jail.
I didn’t insist on going after Mark Lucas because I wasn’t sure I could restrain myself from causing him great bodily harm. I gave the information to Jack, and he sent a SWAT-type team, and they took him by surprise and apprehended him.
It was finally over, and I couldn’t wait to have Abby in my arms again.
Chapter Thirteen
Abby
Zimon called late last night and said he didn’t know when he would be home. I’d spent the evening studying and went to bed early. When he entered the door, I had just come into the living room from the shower, heading to our kitchenette for a cup of coffee.
He looked tired; he’d been up all night. Yet, his handsome face lit with an affectionate smile when he saw me.
I went straight into his arms, and we held each other tightly for a long time before he said, “It’s done. We got Lane and most of his crew. The bastard had sold our agent Samara to the aliens. Goddess, I wanted to kill him so badly.”
“But you didn’t….”
“No, I didn’t, but he may wish I had once he gets to prison.”
“He deserves whatever he gets,” I murmured against his chest. “I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve missed you so much these past weeks.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I also missed you, but I needed to get him before we left.”
“And now you have almost two weeks to spare.”
Zimon leaned back, and I looked up into his smiling face. “And as of today, I am on leave to prepare for our journey to Narova. But there’s only one thing I want right now.”
His smile turned into a sexy smirk, and I grew aware of his erection pressing against my belly. My body instantly came alert and aroused as I was plastered against my mate, wearing only my robe.
It came untied when Zimon lifted me up so my breasts were squeezed against his hard chest. Unable to touch the floor, I wrapped my legs around his hips and crossed my ankles. Then his lips were on mine in a deep, passionate kiss that when on for a long time. I had a vague sense of movement as he walked us into the bedroom without breaking the kiss.
With his long hours, we barely had time for sex during the last few weeks of his manhunt. And now that we were in each other’s arms again, I could hardly wait to have him inside me. After kissing for several minutes, Zimon took us onto the bed with me under him. I sighed happily at the delicious sensation of his weight on top of me.
I hugged him tightly as we kissed some more, our tongues swirling and caressing as our lips clung together. When his lips finally left mine, he dragged them slowly down my body, tasting and nibbling my neck, chest, and breasts. He paused at each one, suckling my nipples until I squirmed beneath him.
Moving slowly, he dragged his lips and tongue down my abdomen while my clit throbbed and my pussy clenched on itself. I knew exactly what he would do then. My whole body trembled in anticipation. When his lips closed over my clit, I made a sound between a yelp and a moan.
My hips tried to buck against the tender onslaught, but he held me down with his arms wrapped around my thighs and his face buried between them. The pleasure was excruciating as he feasted, inserting two fingers into my opening. All I could do was moan and sob ecstatically with my hands, fisting the bed cover.
As it was happening, it seemed to take a long time to climb the summit to ecstasy, and then I was there, coming so hard that I could only scream. It was exquisite. Zimon teased me through it as my body seized with each womb contraction. When I had enough, Zimon laid his head on my belly and purred sweetly. All I could do was lay there basking in the bliss of my orgasm, stroking Zimon’s head tenderly.
A short time later, Zimon got up and started pulling off his clothes as I watched him reveal his sexy muscles and his hard cock jutting between his legs. My mouth watered at the thought of licking the pre cum from its tip. But I knew he had to feel as needy as I had before he ate me out.
Of course, I knew we had not finished, and I was ready for more Zimon inside me. I was primed, so when he came back to the bed, he put his cock right into me.
“Give me your hands,” he murmured. I raised them and laid them on either side of my head for him to lace his fingers through mine and hold them as he took me. His strokes were slow and deliberate as he stared into my eyes. “Goddess, I love you,meomee. I love you with every fiber of my being. And I am yours always.”
“And I am yours, my belovedmeomee….” My breath hitched as he thrust into me harder and deeper. “I love you now and always, Zimon.”
