Page 42 of Warrior
“Bred? How?”
“Well, the males have two cocks. The females have six breasts and two…”
“I get the picture,” Daisy interrupted, holding up a hand, cheeks red.
I touched the creamy flesh of her face, trailing my fingertip along her jawline. Her perfect face. “I have yet to see a Ntiavian that holds a candle to you.”
“Really?” Her eyes widened, the golden flecks in the irises sparkling.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” I murmured, leaning closer. Her sweet scent flooded my senses, more potent than mumje.
“You—you don’t regret kissing me?”
At that moment, I hated her husband. Not because he knew the touch of her lips and the pleasures of her body. Not because he spent a lifetime with Daisy, but because he left that lifetime without instilling in her the knowledge that she was beautiful and desirable.
“My only regret is wasting so much time without my lips touching yours.”
It was out of my control. Destined by the gods and all the fates, my head dipped, brushing my lips across hers. Daisy’s soft gasp was an invitation to slide my tongue over the seam of her mouth and wrestle with hers.
Desire coursed through me, and I pulled her closer, our kiss growing urgent and desperate. Her arousal was a delicious, sweet scent tinting the air. I spiraled, lost to it… to her. Every bitof my self-control flowed away with the sound of her soft gasping breath.
My mouth moved from her lips, pressing kisses along her jaw and the curve of her neck, feeling the heat radiate from her skin like a low flame. The soft moans coming from her throat were the most sensual of music.
I should let her go. Daisy would never truly be mine. But my hands, instead of pushing myself away, gripped her hips, pulling her closer.
One moment.
I could have this one moment to touch her… to taste her.
One moment with to last me the rest of my days.
Her flavor flooded my senses with each new place I kissed, each new touch, inviting me lower until my palms settled atop her thighs, prodding her legs apart.
Daisy jerked, and although she didn’t pull away from me, I felt her hesitation.
“Are you alright, sweetling?”
Her cheeks flushed bright pink, but she nodded, the movement jerky, and the scent of her arousal deepened.
“What is it?" I whispered, pulling her into my arms and letting my fingertips stroke down her back soothingly.
“I want to…I do,” Daisy began, then swallowed hard. “It’s just…” The blush on her cheeks deepened.
“Tell me.”
Daisy pulled back to gaze at me, the golden flecks in her eyes like shimmering starlight.
“Gavin was the only man I was ever with.” The words came out in a rush, as though she had to say them quick or not at all.
"Do you wish to stop?" My own words stuck in my throat with trepidation, her answer might beyes, but I forced them outward, her comfort and wishes paramount to mine.
“No… I don’t want to stop. I just….” Daisy lowered her eyes, embarrassment a tangible warmth.
Her hands traveled over my shoulders, down my arms, and up again, exploring my skin and tracing the outline of the chevrons marking my shoulders.
“It’s been a long time,” she whispered.
"For me, too," I admitted. The last time the Bardaga rendezvoused with the hedonism ship was close to twenty years ago.
