The groan that echoed in the room wasn’t hers. Their gazes locked and it was evident they had unfinished business.
Whatever had happened in the shower room had just been the start of it.
“More?” It was almost a croak. He was just as affected as she was.
Nodding slightly, she focused as his finger dipped into the kooli paste again.
As she opened her mouth and let him slip his finger between her lips once more, she did the same thing. Closing her lips around his finger, she gave a soft suck and this time, his groan sounded more like a growl.
He closed the distance between them, painfully slowly, and Song found herself moving backward, not away from him but only to allow him to crawl over her onto the bed.
He was over her now on all fours, his knees on either of her sides and his hands planted on either side of her head. He’d put the bowl of kooli paste somewhere away from them and now his fingers were threading through her hair as he stared down at her.
“Your side injury...how is it?”
Her side? With that look in his eyes he still had time to think about her wounds?
A stick of guilt formed within her.
He still had bruises all over his body. Bruises because of her. Yet, his thoughts were on her single wound.
“It’s better.” She wasn’t meaning to whisper but with him over her in such a dominant position, it was hard not to.
He was taking her breath away.
His whole being exuded strength and power…almost like a promise of what he could do to her, of the fact that he could have her squirming against his hard cock in only a few seconds.
“Good.” His gaze dropped to her lips and, just like that, her lips parted as if in invitation.
He didn’t need more of an offer.
As his lips fell to hers, his kiss was soft, delicate, like a feather, and it made a shiver run through her spine.
“Song,” he breathed. “You know...don’t you?”
“Know what?”
What was he talking about? She couldn’t think when his mouth was so close, making her body shiver with every slight touch.
“You know...about me. My feelings for you.”
“Feelings…you have feelings for me?”
He pulled back so suddenly her eyes flew open and she hadn’t realized she’d closed them.
His gaze was searching hers as if trying to find something he hoped was there.
“More than you know.”
She blinked at him. “I…”
She couldn’t process it all. It was all too much. The feelings he was causing to go through her body, mentally, emotionally, and physically…she couldn’t focus…
“You don’t mind that I’m human?”
The way his eyebrows rose answered that question.
“Do you mind that I’m Vaen?”
Did she? No, she didn’t.
Shaking her head, she bit her bottom lip.
“You don’t mind that I’m a virgin?”
He stared at her then, silent, his eyes growing so dark they didn’t seem violet anymore.
“You have no idea how hungry that makes me.”
“Hungry?”
Kyris groaned. “So hungry. It makes me want to have you beneath me so I can see every emotion on your face as I take you nice and slow.”
That’s it. The Sahara Desert just migrated from Earth to take residence in her throat.
Song opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t.
Her heart was beating hard, her skin suddenly felt clammy, and her lungs were working in overdrive.
“Kyris…” she breathed.
“Now that I’ve tasted you, I don’t think I can hold back any longer.”
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She lay quivering beneath him, the tremors going through her body not brought on by fear but from the promise of pleasure.
“You’re a bit too good to be true.” Song blinked up at him before raising one of her hands to touch his cheek lightly. Turning his face towards her palm, he inhaled deeply.
He loved it when she touched him.
He was intoxicated by her.
“It’s almost like I’ve died and gone to heaven and you’re my guardian angel. It would explain the wings...You’re an angel aren’t you?”
“An angel?” He could hardly pay attention to what she was saying. His senses were being overpowered as all of his nerves seemed to send signals straight to one place and it wasn’t to his brain.
Song was beneath him. Her scent was in his nostrils, a strong, heady spice that made him unable to think clearly. All it made him think about was the taste of her lips and the heat of her cunt over his fingers.
“Yes, an angel. A servant of God. A being that is completely good. A holy being.”
A growl escaped his lips. “If you could hear the thoughts I’m having about you right now, you wouldn’t call me holy...or good. My thoughts are anything but…clean.”
Her cheeks turned that rosy tint they usually did when she was embarrassed and he had to resist the urge to plant a kiss there.
“Why me, Kyris? There’s nothing exceptional about me. You, on the other hand, there’s so much to like about you...love, even.”
“Love?” He could hear his voice crack, a sound he had never heard his voice do before. “You could...love me.”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
Oh, Song.
“I just don’t get why you care so much about me. I’m just...me.” There was worry in her eyes and he hated to see it there.
Couldn’t she tell?
He found her extraordinary.
“On that Isclit ship, when they threw you into my cell...I saw you. I wanted you. So I decided I was going to have you.”
“But—”
He bent his head then and covered her mouth with his.
She tasted so sweet, like a type of nectar he’d never tasted before, that his eyes rolled back in his head when he thought of what her center would taste like.
A groan rippled through his chest at the thought.
When his lips left hers, he could still see the confusion in her eyes.
“But…” Song continued. “I don’t get it. It didn’t seem as if you felt that way…”
“I know. I’ve had a lot to think about. But when that nester took you
