Page 243 of Halfblood Deceived

“Aella,” Zeydan called.

She gulped, meeting those bright green feline eyes.

“If you want us to stop, we’ll stop,” he reminded her.

Aella shook her head. “I don’t. I just—” I can’t say it aloud. I have to say it aloud. “I don’t know if you’ll… like me.”

Aella seriously considered jumping off the balcony.

Zeydan placed his hand under her chin, gently claiming eye contact. “I like you already, Aella.”

“I—I mean…” She couldn’t bring herself to explain.

“I know what you meant,” Zeydan said, voice soft but scratchy, eyes burning. He slid one hand to her hip and pressed her tighter against him. “Tell me, does it feel like I don’t want you?”

Aella lost all her breath at the feel of his hard length against her lower abdomen. She couldn’t form words, so she shook her head.

Zeydan swallowed hard. “Can I take off your dress so I can taste you properly, then?”

Aella licked her lips. “Yes.”

“Good,” Zeydan said.

That single word carried so much approval and hunger…

Zeydan removed her dress with utter ease. His eyes were on hers as he used a sliver of his telekinesis to gently drop it on a chair. Then his gaze slid lower.

Aella cringed, remembering then she was wearing flower-shaped nipple covers. Her cheeks were on fire. “Those are, um, for modesty. Not that the dress was very modest…”

Zeydan’s lips tilted. “Modesty is overrated.” He slid his warm hands from her thighs to her hips, up her waist, and cradled her breasts gently.

Aella’s spine arched against the wall.

“You are exquisite, Aella,” Zeydan said, tone rough, eyes bright with lust and raw honesty. “Every inch of you is perfect. Perfect. You hear me?”

Aella nodded.

Zeydan kissed her, caressing her tongue with his in a way that shut down most of her brain cells. Aella barely noticed he’d removed the silicone stickers until his thumbs circled her hard nipples. She whimpered.

Zeydan kissed the corner of her mouth and trailed a fiery path with his lips down her neck to her shoulder.

Her left shoulder tingled, and she felt the glamour keeping her aura and scars hidden melt away.

Zeydan didn’t seem to notice. His fangs brushed her skin with gentle, tantalizing pressure as he placed open-mouthed kisses on her clavicle and her sternum. Aella’s breath came in short bursts.

The heat of his breath against her chest made her look at him just as he searched her gaze.

He pressed a kiss on the top of her breast, then a bit lower. “Yes?”

“Yes,” Aella breathed out.

Zeydan took her nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

Aella moaned, holding onto his biceps, grateful that her back was against the wall. She would have fallen to her knees otherwise.

Zeydan held her gaze as he growled low around her nipple, tugging gently. Aella felt her whole body flush scarlet, but she couldn’t stop looking at him. He pinched her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger with minimum pressure.

Aella whimpered. She pressed her thighs closed, trying to ease the needy throb, but it only got worse.

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