“You have?” She swallowed heavily.
The corners of his mouth tilted up. “Oh, yes, I have.” He blew on her core, making her cry out. It was too much but not enough.
She wanted more but was almost afraid. Having sex with Zaxe would change her forever.
He leaned forward and inhaled. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. Tired of waiting, she gripped his hair and tugged him closer, drawing a deep chuckle. “Impatient, are you?”
“You have no idea,” she muttered. She was going to self-combust any moment. Then he flicked his tongue over her clit, setting off fireworks inside her body. “Yes. More.” Anything. Everything.
The growling sound he made vibrated through her core. Her breath caught in her throat. Every muscle in her body tightened.
“So damn sweet.” He lapped at her, teasing and stimulating her clit, driving her to the edge of madness. When he dipped one thick finger into her, everything exploded.
She shoved her hand over her mouth to smother her cries of release. The last thing she wanted was someone to hear her cries and rush into the room. They’d likely end up dead because she’d kill them if they made Zaxe stop.
Zaxe didn’t let up on the sensual torture, continuing to use his fingers and mouth to push her to the very brink and beyond. Heat flooded through her, leaving her damp and yearning for more. The air in the room hurt her sensitized skin. She shivered and shook as her climax rocked her, but she wasn’t sated. An emptiness, a longing for more had her tugging on his shoulders.
Zaxe surged up and over her. Fitting the head of his broad shaft to her opening, he thrust hard and deep.
****
Take it slowly. He tried to listen to the sensible voice in his head, but it was overridden by the greedy one that screamed, More. More. More! Her wet heat closed around his cock, squeezing it hard as he sank into her depths. She was tight, much tighter than he’d expected.
She whimpered, the slight sound bringing him to a grinding halt. It wasn’t one of pleasure, but pain. “Jamaeh.” The harsh tone of his voice made her flinch slightly.
A muscle in her jaw tightened, and she gave him a curt nod. “I’m okay.”
Those were words no man wanted to hear while making love to a gorgeous woman. She’d come, was wet, and more than ready, but it was a snug fit.
An insane thought popped into his head and out of his mouth. “You’ve done this before, right?” She couldn’t be a virgin, could she?
“Not really.” The grim edge to her words flayed him.
“What in the name of Melton and his fiery hell?” He started to pull out, but she twined her strong legs around him and wouldn’t let go.
“You started this, don’t stop.” Her green eyes were fierce. A hot rush of color rose on her cheekbones and spread over the rest of her face.
He took her face in his hands. “You should have told me.”
“Why?”
“Why? Why?” Was she serious? “So I could have taken my time. Gone slower.” Jamaeh was a virgin. No other man had touched her this intimately. It shouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter. Yet, a part of him reveled in being the one and only, the one she’d chosen.
“Technically, I wasn’t a virgin since I’ve pleasured myself before.”
That thought was going to keep him awake at nights. Sweat broke out on his body. The idea of her touching herself almost made the top of his head blow off. That was something he wanted, no needed, to see. His cock flexed, drawing a moan from them both. “It’s not the same,” he managed to get out.
“No, it’s not.” The softness and wonder in her tone spread over him, cooling his frustration and anger with himself. “This is so much better.” The tips of her fingers stroked over his back and down his arms. She made a little humming noise when she squeezed his bicep.
Honor might dictate that he walk away but she wanted this as much as he did. He’d claimed her. She’d claimed him. There was a tinge of concern. He understood the cultural norms. And while purity in a bride was prized among the upper class on Zaxus, among the working class, things were not quite so strict.
I’ll take care of her.
No matter what happened, he’d make sure she had enough resources to take care of herself. Pain struck his chest, clamping his heart in a fist.
“Zaxe?” She cupped his face, concern in her expressive green eyes. “Are you okay? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” She bit her bottom lip. “I really didn’t think it would be a big deal to you. Most men wouldn’t care.”
“I’m not most men.” He pulled back and thrust inward, letting her feel the full length of him. Hearing her speak of other men made his blood boil.
“I know.” Pushing up, she rubbed her nose against his. The playful gesture caught him totally off guard and made him smile. “That’s why I’m here.”
“You won’t regret it.” That was one vow he could keep. “I’ll make this good for you.”
“You already have.”
His throat tightened as the honesty of her words sank into him. “Jamaeh.” There was so much he wanted to say, wanted to tell her. Swallowing hard, he began to move, a light rocking back and forth, easing in and out of her, allowing her body time to accustom itself to the new situation.
He need not have worried. Like everything else she’d faced since he’d met her, she threw herself into the experience. Tentatively at first, but with more confidence as they continued. She raised her legs higher, angling herself so his pelvis brushed against her mound with each stroke.
“That’s good.” Breathless, she scraped her nails down his back and grabbed his butt.
“Like that, do you?” How could he still talk with his balls threatening to explode?
“Yes.” She ground her mound against him and gave a low groan. Her inner muscles constricted, her wet heat clutching his cock. The muscle in his jaw pulsed as he desperately tried to hang on until she came again.
Keeping his strokes short and hard, he shoved a hand under her plump ass and guided her. She threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, her lips parted on a silent scream.
His orgasm exploded, ripping up from his balls and out the tip of his shaft. The world went hot and white, like a pulse from a laser blast. It tore through him faster than the speed of light. It was like being shot into deep space—the lights speeding by, the lack of control, the rush of excitement.
He collapsed on top of her, all his energy sucked from his body. A sense of peace enfolded him as he lay there wondering what in the name of Melton had just happened. He’d had sex before and this wasn’t it. This was far beyond anything he’d ever encountered. It should have worried him.
Protect.
The voice was low and clear. The mission set. Until he understood exactly what was happening between them, Jamaeh was his to protect. He’d just keep that little tidbit to himself, otherwise, she’d likely boot him out the door.
She was pricklier than a needle vine on the planet Crebia. That plant was strong, almost impossible to root out once it took hold, and defended itself with sharp thorns.
His lips curved into a smile. He doubted she’d like the comparison, but it fit.
Beneath him, she was sucking in air, or trying to. He had to be crushing her. It took an effort, but he heaved himself off her, both of them groaning as their bodies disconnected. Lying on his stomach, he turned his head so he could watch her. Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen. How much had she bitten them to keep from screaming?