Reaching up, she rested her small hands on his stubbled cheeks, then rose onto her toes and drew him down for a kiss.
His heart stuttered to a halt, then began to slam against his ribs. The first gentle brush of her lips hit him like an electrical current. His breath caught. Hers did, too. She drew back a fraction to stare up at him with wide eyes that acquired an amber glow.
Then Dagon slid his arms around her and locked her against him. Dipping his head, he claimed her lips with greater urgency, letting her feel the heat that had been flaying him inside ever since she had walked onto his bridge, fully recovered from her wounds, and drawn him into a hug. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, then drew his tongue across it in a slow caress.
Moaning, she parted her lips.
Dagon slipped his tongue inside to stroke hers, deepening the kiss, teasing and tantalizing until she inched even closer. His hard cock pressed against her stomach. Her full breasts pressed against his upper abdomen.
“You’re too damn tall,” she murmured, breaking the kiss long enough to draw in a gulp of air.
Dagon trailed his lips across her cheek and nipped her earlobe. “You’re too vuan small,” he countered. He felt a shiver go through her as he nuzzled her neck.
“So vuan means damn?”
He huffed a laugh. “You want a lesson in Segonian and Alliance Common curse words now?”
“You’re right.” Drawing back a fraction, she smiled up at him, her face flushed with desire. “Let me taste those lips of yours again.”
“Srul yes.”
They came together almost desperately. Dagon loved her taste, the way she clutched him tighter when he teased her with his tongue.
Resting her hands on his shoulders, she jumped up suddenly—her mouth never leaving his—and locked her legs around his waist. He groaned as she settled her center over the hard cock his uniform pants constrained. Fire licked through him, searing his veins. Sliding a hand down to her lovely ass, he urged her to rock against him.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered. “This is much better.”
He grinned… and couldn’t remember ever having done so before while engaged in a passionate moment. But Eliana made everything else more fun. It didn’t surprise him that she made this more fun, too.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tunneled her fingers through his hair. Her short nails raked his scalp, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. “You smell so good,” she moaned, then trailed kisses across his jaw and nuzzled his neck. “I love your scent.”
Drek, she made him burn.
She was so light… or perhaps she was simply so strong with those shapely legs of hers flexing around his waist… that he had no difficulty supporting her with one hand. Slipping the other between them, he cupped a plump breast and squeezed. He found the hard peak, stroked it, and delivered a light pinch. Her legs tightened as she ground her core against him. Both moaned.
Then cold air rushed between them as she released him and backed away.
Eliana stared up at Dagon. Need pounded through her, speeding her pulse.
Dagon watched her, his expression fierce as he lowered his hands to his sides and curled them into fists. He looked like he wanted to pounce, to devour her.
And she sure as hell wanted the same.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” she blurted.
He blinked. Then relief swept over his features.
Her lips twitched. “What? Did you think I was going to stop and say good night?”
He smiled. “Perhaps. I know less about Earthling mating rituals than you know about ours. But if you do wish to stop—”
“Srul no.”
He laughed. “Then I suggest we remedy the too many clothes issue.”
She winked. “Want to race?” Her hands twitched. She was tempted to just rip his clothes off, something that would only take her a second. But she didn’t want to do any preternatural stuff. Not their first time. She wanted this to be just a man and a woman with burgeoning feelings for each other coming together to explore and bring each other pleasure.
“If it will mean you get naked faster? Srul yes.” Reaching over his shoulder, he fisted a hand in his uniform shirt and dragged it over his head.
Eliana practically salivated at the way his bronze muscles—as large and well developed as she’d guessed—flexed. His shirt hit the ground.
Carefully restraining herself to the speed of a mortal, she pulled her own shirt over her head and dropped it. The two them exchanged wry smiles then as they took a moment to divest themselves of their weapons and carefully set them aside.
“CC, lower the bed, please,” Eliana said.
The heat in Dagon’s expression intensified as the large bed lowered behind her. Her pulse picked up its pace, her heart slamming against her ribs.
Dagon removed his earpiece and set it on the shelf beside the bed. He lowered his hands to the waist of his pants. “You’re sure?”
She nodded. “I want you.” More than she’d ever wanted anyone. Or anything. This man stirred her in ways no other had in her long life. She yanked off her boots.
He yanked off his.
She shucked her pants and stood before him, clad only in her lacy black bra and matching bikini panties.
He shucked his pants and underwear and straightened, gloriously naked. “You’re beautiful,” he uttered, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver through her.
“So are you.”
He strolled toward her, all grace and sinewy muscle.
Her gaze skimmed down his chest and washboard abs to his groin. Other than the bronze tint to his skin, he looked like a human male, his hard cock jutting toward her. He was also big. Not surprising. He was big all over. But thankfully he wasn’t Holy Hannah, that’s gonna hurt big. No, Dagon was… perfect. Her gaze roved back up his muscled form to his face.
Absolutely perfect.
He stopped so close his cock bumped her stomach. “Will this be your first time?” he asked softly. And the concern in his hazel eyes merely made her adore him more.
“No.” Resting a hand on his warm chest, she toyed with the dark hair that dusted it. “Will it be yours?”
“No.” He smiled. “But I admit it’s been a long time.”
She smiled back. “For me, too.” Far longer than for him. And even if it hadn’t been a long time, she was so primed and ready for him he could practically make her come with a kiss. Reaching behind her back, she unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. “Good thing we won’t have to go slow then.”
He stared at her. “Drek, you’re beautiful.” He palmed both breasts, weighed them, squeezed them, drew his thumbs over the taut pink tips.
Sensation shot through her. “Dagon,” she whispered. “I need you.”
Growling low in his throat, he swept her up in his arms and laid her on the bed.
Eliana’s pulse quickened as he knelt at her feet. Leaning forward, he tucked his fingers in the straps of her panties and drew them down her legs. The small scrap landed somewhere on the floor behind him. Then he curled his fingers around her ankles and drew her legs apart.
Her heart slammed against her rib cage and need thrummed through her as he stared at her mound.
His eyes rose and met hers. “I want to taste you.”