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His nostrils flared as he wondered just how many she’d had before him. He didn’t dare ask. Even he had his limitations. “They don’t belong here with us, Callie. This is about you and me. No other.”

She nodded. “We’re in agreement there.” She moved her hand away and stood up. He was afraid he’d chased her off, but she surprised him when she took hold of the hem of her dress and lifted. She dragged it over her head and tossed it to the floor. She stood before him totally nude. “There, now we’re on even ground,” she replied as she placed her hands on her hips and smiled down at him.

His gaze devoured her. Every inch was pure perfection. From the fullness of her hips that would cushion his thrusting hips to her tucked in waist. He took in her heavy, round breasts, the pretty pink nipples that beaded right before his eyes. God, he wanted to lick her. Simply worship every inch of her body with his mouth and tongue. He reached a hand towards her and growled, “Come here. Let me love you, Callie.”

She swallowed hard and her body temperature spiked. His enhanced vision noticed even the smallest change in her core temperature and right now Callie’s body was on fire. She was turned on and he intended to take full advantage of it.

Callie stared at Zar’s outstretched hand and wondered if she’d totally lost her mind. She was nude in a room with a winged alien. A man she’d only met that day. Sure, those were the facts, but it didn’t matter because she was attracted to Zar. She wanted him to touch her. No, she needed him to touch her. And seeing him sprawled out on the bed, his wings spread wide, his large, muscular body brought low by the influr’ite had touched something in Callie. She was the only person on the planet who could take away his pain. It gave her a sense of power to know she could affect him on such a deep level. She’d never meant anything to anyone her entire life. She was a disappointment to her father. Her coworkers barely tolerated her. Past boyfriends saw her as a challenge. But not Zar. He wanted her, Callie Wilson.

She placed her hand in his and let him tug her forward. He released her long enough to wrap both hands around her waist and lift her into the air and sit her down on top of him. Her pussy was pressed against his lower stomach and she could feel the hard weight of his cock against her bottom. He was so big. Like all over huge. She braced herself with her hands on his chest, then wiggled her hips.

Zar cursed and clutched her tighter around the middle to hold her still. “Tell me what you want, Callie.”

“You,” she admitted as she leaned down and kissed his perfect lips. Callie pressed her body against his, smashing her breasts against the wide expanse of his chest. She could smell his natural, masculine scent. She inhaled deeply, knowing for the first time what it was about a man that made women lose their heads. That smell sent her into a realm where she no longer cared that they were strangers. He enthralled her. She ran her tongue over his lower lip, luxuriating in the taste of him. He groaned and wrapped his thickly muscled arms around her upper body, crushing her against him. Yes, that’s the way she wanted him. Out of control and needing her. Never in her life had anyone needed her the way Zar did. Walls came crashing down around her heart and Callie allowed herself to simply feel without logic dictating her actions. There was no agenda, no purpose other than drifting on the sea of sensations washing over them.

Her fingers went to his hair. She’d wondered about its texture. It was soft and thick. She grabbed handfuls of the shiny, dark strands, loving the sound of his groans against her mouth. The way his lower body arched into her. She angled her head and kissed him deeper. Zar pulled back and stared at her for long seconds, then suddenly he flipped them over until she was beneath him. He was done letting her run the show.

Callie saw the way Zar’s wings flexed and spread out. Their expanse nearly hit wall to wall. His hand coasted down the side of her body, tickling her ribcage, then clutching tightly to her hip. “You have no idea what you’re doing, little dove,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

Little dove. He’d called her that earlier. She wanted to ask him about it, but now wasn’t the time for twenty questions. She placed a palm against his cheek, enjoying the rough stubble against her skin. “I do know. I want you. I don’t care about anything else right now. I just want you.”

“If I were thinking straight, I would put a stop to this, Callie,” he softly admitted. “Doing this, it changes everything.” He looked down her body and cursed. “The pain will start soon. I can feel it coming. Be sure. Be very sure this is what you want.”

Callie kissed him again, keeping it brief, then smiled. “I’m on birth control and I’ve had a clean bill of health. Please say you don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases.” She frowned. “Wait, does birth control even work with your kind?”

“Zenarians cannot contract earth-born diseases,” he explained, fast losing what little control he possessed. “And your birth control does work on us.”

“Good, put us both out of our misery, Zar.”

Her hands traced every hard contour and angle of Zar’s face. Her fingers drifting downward until they slid across his chest. She was forced to stop there because their bodies were pressed so tightly together. Their gazes connected. Zar shook his head and a muscle in his jaw jumped. “My ofelia,” he whispered as he moved down her body. Once he was eye level with her breasts, he opened his mouth and latched onto one. Callie jolted as pleasure consumed her. His tongue darted out and brushed the tip back and forth before sucking long and hard. His teeth grazed her just enough to cause Callie to moan his name and squirm beneath him. Zar was relentless as he moved to her other breast, licking and nibbling. The delicious torment sent electric currents zipping directly to her pussy. Moisture trickled down her thigh and her clit throbbed.

“Oh yes, Zar.” Callie arched her back, hoping for more. Needing so much more. His mouth, his touch. She skimmed her fingernails down his back and over to his wings. Callie was rewarded by a curse from Zar. His head lifted. Their gazes collided. God, the man was gorgeous. Scratch that. Gorgeous alien-man. What the hell was she doing? Screw it. Callie didn’t care anymore. Every part of her body seemed tuned to his now. As if he’d reached deep inside her and found something that no other man had ever touched. She began caressing the length of his back, her cool fingers sparking off flames everywhere they touched. It was Zar’s turn to moan and Callie felt heat spiral through every inch of her body. By slow degrees he was turning her inside out.

His skillful mouth went on a journey over her torso even as his hands moved slowly over her curves. His fingers delved into the neatly trimmed curls between her thighs. Callie moved her legs wider apart, trusting Zar to take her to the heavens and beyond. As his fingers danced over her clit, stroking and squeezing the small bud, Callie threw her head back and shut her eyes tight as she rode along the wild sea of pleasure. He teased her slit with a finger, eliciting a series of moans and whimpers from her. That single finger slid deep, then retreated, only to do it all over again. When another joined the first, Callie lost all reason. Zar’s mouth closed over her clitoris, suckling and licking. Suddenly she felt a tickling sensation at the entrance of her pussy. Callie opened her eyes just in time to catch the tip of Zar’s wing teasing back and forth over the slit in her pussy. The little strokes sent her into orbit. The orgasm crashed over her in a violent wave, overcoming her. Her thighs quivered and her hips bucked as it blasted through her. Several earth-shattering seconds later and Callie’s muscles went limp and she collapsed against the bed, her legs falling open. Zar’s big, strong hands caressed her thighs, her hips and then he lifted his head from her pussy and Callie felt a light kiss on her mound. She opened her eyes and stared down at Zar. His heated gaze caught hers and held. “You are beauty and light and I will never release you,” he growled.

Callie couldn’t think straight and Zar’s declaration required a level head. Later, she would worry about her too-possessive winged-man. For now, she only wanted him to take her back up that jagged, rocky cliff. This time they would jump off together.

She held out her arms and smiled. “Make love to me, Zar.”

“I ache to make this last, little dove, but the tether on my control snapped the instant you walked into my bedchamber.”

She touched his wing, stroking the spot at the top that he seemed to enjoy the most. Zar sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth. “Control is overrated,” she murmured. She ought to know considering her entire life had been controlled by her father. No, she didn’t want Zar in control. Screw that.

“Let me up, Zar. I want to play.”

He frowned and at first Callie thought he’d refuse her. When he lifted and sat on his haunches between her thighs, Callie felt a little triumphant. While Zar’s gaze roamed over her bared body, Callie got to her knees, then leaned forward. The movement put her mouth in direct line with his jutting cock. She reached a finger out and touched the tip of him there, enthralled when a pearl of moisture emerged. Callie looked up his big, powerful body until their gazes locked. Zar stared at her with such wonder and it fueled her to take charge. To send him over the edge in the same way he’d sent her careening wildly off that glorious precipice.

Callie braced herself with one hand on Zar’s thigh, then used her other to wrap around his massive cock. She pumped him once, luxuriating in his curse, then angled her head and took him into her mouth. She sucked him deep, unwilling to give the big, winged alien a chance to think beyond the feel of her lips wrapped around him, her tongue stroking him.

“Callie,” he groaned as a fist dug into her hair and held her firmly against his groin. His wings flexed and wrapped around her body, caging her in their intimate embrace.

She closed her eyes and licked his bulbous tip, then sucked him deeper. His heavy length nudged the back of her throat and Callie had to open wider to accommodate his girth. She tasted the salty flavor of his precome and moaned in pleasure at the delicious flavor so unique to Zar. Loving him this way somehow seemed even more intimate than any other. Having the power to bring Zar to climax with just a lick of her tongue would definitely put them on equal footing.

Her hand came up and cupped his sac, squeezing gently. Zar’s eyes shut and he threw his head back on a groan. Callie allowed her hands and mouth to play for another minute, but she was too willing for him to be inside of her to let the pleasurable torture go on for long. She slid her mouth backward, letting her lips give a loving kiss to his tip before breaking free completely. She craved the taste of his climax, to drink the heat of Zar’s orgasm. But more than that Callie needed him inside her.

Strong hands clasped her around the middle and he lifted her in the air, then slammed her onto the mattress. Zar came over top of her, his cock poised at her entrance. His gaze sought hers. “You have a wicked mouth, little dove,” he growled, as he pushed his cock into her a bare inch.

Callie couldn’t think of a witty retort at the moment. Her brain disintegrated the instant Zar entered her. He was thick and so big and Callie had to widen her legs to take him. She watched Zar strain to remain in control, slowly moving in and out of her until her body adjusted to his intimate invasion. When he reached between their bodies and began playing with her clitoris, Callie closed her eyes and surrendered to Zar’s masterful touch.

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