Page 349 of Halfblood Deceived

Zeydan, unsurprisingly, read her like a book and had no qualms about giving her just what she wanted. “That depends on what feels good for you,” he said. “We know you like my mouth on you, and my tongue inside you, but we can try with my fingers, too.”

Aella gulped. Her breathing sped up and her hips pushed forward. “I like how that sounds.”

Zeydan kissed her. “Good.” He stood, gently depositing her feet on the rug, aware of her already shaky legs, and bent to help her slide her leggings and soaked panties down her legs.

Aella kicked them away, feeling too aware of having his beautiful face right there.

He placed a kiss on her thigh. “Do you want me to leave the socks on?”

“Why do I have the feeling the right answer is no?”

He grinned. “There is no right or wrong answer.”

“Off,” Aella decided.

Zeydan took them off and stood, removing his shirt.

“How come I always end up naked first?” Aella wondered aloud.

He undid his belt, his eyes on her. “I’ll make sure to get naked first the next time. To balance things out.”

Aella chuckled, but the sound cut off as he removed his trousers and boxers, and stood fully naked and fully hard in front of her. She moved her gaze away instinctively, but then, as if drawn by a magnet, looked at him again. Goddess, he was… impressive. With his elegantly muscled arms, stomach, and torso, that V-shaped muscle on each hip, and his long, powerful thighs, he looked like the sculpture of an Olympian god come to life. And his… She had learned plenty of terms, but had trouble choosing one. Goddess, I am such a prude.

She looked up to find Zeydan giving her an amused look. Her cheeks felt hot enough to radiate heat. She looked away and cleared her throat. “Sorry.”

“For what?” he asked, gently cupping her face to encourage eye contact. “I was certainly getting an eyeful too. You can look all you want.”

“You really don’t feel self-conscious?” Aella asked.

He shook his head. “Not with the way you look at me.”

Aella smiled, getting on her tiptoes to kiss him again. He pressed her closer, and she gasped at the feel of his erection against her belly. She wanted him. So much. But she inevitably wondered about the, um, mechanics of him fitting all of him inside her. A frisson of nerves fluttered in her belly. It made her realize she wasn’t completely ready yet, just as he’d predicted.

Zeydan gently nudged her, so she laid back in the comfortable, big chaise. He braced his weight on his hands as he kissed her lips, her neck, and her collarbones, and drew a tantalizing path down her sternum. He feasted on her breasts with abandon until Aella all but panted, squirmed, and trembled beneath him. Only then did he stray down.

His lips were hot, and his tongue even hotter on the sensitive skin of her abdomen. He fulfilled his promise and explored her with his tantalizing mouth thoroughly, not avoiding her scars. When his lips planted a kiss on her mound of Venus, Aella couldn’t help but lift her hips in a silent offering.

Zeydan sat back on his haunches and gripped her left ankle, lifting it to press his lips against it. He trailed a path of gentle bites and hot kisses up her leg.

Aella felt exposed, but the way he looked at her… That mix of raw desire, almost reverence, and pure love was simply intoxicating. She understood then why he didn’t feel uncomfortable when she stared at him. Because she wanted him to look at her like that forever.

Zeydan planted another teasing kiss on her mound of Venus before trailing the same tortuous path up her other leg.

Aella exhaled a rumbly moan when he placed barely there kisses around where she needed him most. “Zeydan.”

“Yes, my love?” he asked with a small, knowing smile, his pupils contracting completely into cat-like slits.

A low whining sound escaped her. “You tease—Oh!”

Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he gave her the daintiest of licks.

Aella’s back arched. An incongruous sound escaped her lips, and she was sliding her hand into his hair and drawing him closer-there-now.

Zeydan chuckled, the sound of pure male satisfaction, and then finally pressed his mouth firmly against her, sucking, circling…

Aella whimpered, lifting her knees, breathing hard, calling his name as her muscles tensed and her climax shook her. He’d teased her so much, for so long, that she wouldn’t have been able to hold it back. Zeydan growled low, devouring her in earnest until she was panting and moaning non-stop, words tumbling from her mouth.

“Zeydan. Yes-yes-yes. Don’t stop. Ngh!”

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