Page 18 of Kazzon's Human Bride
He wanted to throw her on the bed and devour her like the barbarian she took him for.
He pushed his boots and socks off before finally removing his pants. He tossed the items to the floor and stood in front of her, naked and unashamed. A smile tugged at his lips when he noticed her staring at the floor, only to shyly peek up at his unclothed body every few moments. Her blush deepened and she fidgeted again, this time with her hands playing along the hem of her shirt.
“I-I suppose it’s my turn now,” she said, barely a whisper. She drew in a deep breath, as if for strength, then proceeded to take her shirt off. It drifted to the floor in a flutter of fabric.
Heated longing rose within him. Gods, she was beautiful. Her skin was pale and smooth, though he noticed goosebumps covering her arms. Rosy nipples tipped her full, rounded breasts. She had a slender waist and flat stomach, but her hips flared out nicely. His fingers curled at his sides as he ached to grab ahold of those hips and plunge into the sweetness between her thighs.
He reached for her, allowing his hands to travel slowly down her arms. She shuddered at his touch but didn’t attempt to retreat. Instead, she leaned her head to the side, allowing him better access when he bent down to trail kisses over her pulse point.
His thick, hard cock pressed against her stomach as he circled his arms around her, savoring the taste of her flesh. He kissed and licked his way down from her neck and over her shoulder blade, before working his way up to her face.
A soft, contented sigh left her, and an instant later he finally felt her hands upon his back. His heart leapt. She was touching him of her own accord, and the feel of her fingers trailing up and down his back pulled a growl from his throat.
He sensed a shift in her mood. Cupping her face, he peered into those lake-blue eyes of hers, searching for any reluctance. She was still nervous, he could tell by the tremors that ran through her limbs, but a spark of heat ignited in her gaze as she stared back at him.
When her lips parted and an expectant look entered her eyes, he didn’t hesitate. He grasped her face harder and kissed her, brushing his lips softly against hers in a moment suspended in time. A shuddering breath escaped her, and she started responding to his kiss, her movements tentative at first until gradually her tongue caressed his.
He fought the urge to carry her to the bed and ravage her. Not yet. He didn’t want to scare her. He longed to build trust with this small human female who now belonged to him. So, instead, he forced a calming breath in and out of his nose, his lips still pressed firmly to hers, his tongue sweeping through her mouth and tangling with hers.
A needy whimper left her on a rapid exhale and her hands continued roving up and down his back. With great reluctance, he broke the kiss, but only because he needed to look into her eyes once more, needed to see that flare of passion he’d glimpsed but moments ago. He wasn’t disappointed. She peered at him through eyes darkened with lust, though he still noted a glimmer of worry in those blue depths, as if she were at odds with herself.
With a sudden growl, he swept her up into his arms. He wanted her on the bed now, panting and writhing as her need soared, her thighs parted wide as he held her down and tasted her honeyed arousal. He carried her to the bed and placed her down atop the covers.
Mine, he thought.You’re mine, little human.
He hovered over her on the bed and kissed his way down her luscious body. Dizziness assailed him as all the blood in his body rushed to his ever-hardening cock, but he didn’t pause in his ministrations as he placed kisses upon her bosom. She arched into his mouth when he latched onto a nipple.
Sofluxxingsweet. Like a ripened berry from aleilallbush.
She moaned and shifted beneath him, parting her legs in invitation. He reached between her thighs and slipped two fingers through her gathering wetness. She gyrated upon his hand and whimpered, a needy sound that caught in her throat.
He continued down her body, kissing and licking, sometimes dragging his sharp teeth along her flesh, until he reached her stomach. The scent of her femininity drove him wild, tearing growls from his throat as he sought out her clit, that swollen bundle of nerves hidden within her slick folds.There. He zoned in on the hardened bud, swirling a digit over it as she gasped for breath.
“Kazzon,” she whimpered, and he realized it was the first time she’d ever addressed him by name. But as a Tarrkuan bride, it wasn’t appropriate for her to call him that and she ought to already know better. Nevertheless, he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps her Tarrkuan teacher in New Leesburg hadn’t impressed upon her the fact that nearly all Tarrkuan males required their brides, fully human or otherwise, to call themXerr.Master, in her tongue.
“No,” he said, peering up at her. “You will address me asXerr, Caylee.”
Her eyes widened. “All-all the time?”
He pinched her clit, causing her hips to rise up. “Yes. You ought to know that it’s unusual for a Tarrkuan bride to address her mate by his name. I will forgive you this once, but if it happens again, you’ll feel my punishing hand on your bottom. Do you understand, little human?”
She flushed and nodded. “Yes,Xerr. I-I understand.”
“Good. Now, keep your thighs parted wide. Your scent has been driving me mad and I cannot wait a moment longer. I must taste you now.”
Chapter 13
Caylee watchedas Kazzon dipped his head between her thighs. She lurched upward and cried out when he trailed his tongue along her folds. Pure sensation traveled through her body, jolts of ecstasy that stole her breath. She hadn’t expected him to do more than claim her—and she’d imagined he would do so quickly, rather than draw it out likethis.
Who knew Tarrkuans liked this sort of foreplay?
These thoughts soon drifted to the back of her mind and she surrendered herself to the delicious sensations spiraling throughout her body.Oh God. She could scarcely catch her breath. Kazzon tormented her with slow, sensual swipes of his tongue, licking her folds but not quite touching her clit. With a whimper, she lifted her hips, willing him to pay attention to her throbbing nubbin.
Never in her life had she experienced such sweeping arousal.
Well, if she were being honest, she’d never experienced such excitement until she’d met Kazzon. There was something about the huge, strict Tarrkuan male that both incited her desires and stripped her defenses.
She was helpless against the urges fluttering through her, desperate for him to assuage the building ache inside her. She ought to fight him, push him away and demand he set her free. Yet she couldn’t will herself to utter a single protest. And instead of pushing him away, she ran her hands through his short dark locks and arched her quivering center against his face, beckoning him to continue.
