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“You are my sexy winged-man,” Callie softly replied as she moved slightly, just a small wriggling of her hips. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Zar’s eyes turned to fire in an instant. His teeth were gritted in restraint. God, he was such a sexual man and meeting his needs would be a major undertaking. She didn’t know if she had it in her to please the king of an alien race, but far be it from her to shy away from a challenge.

It was time to see what she was made of.

Callie closed her eyes and began to move her hips in little circles, enjoying the feel of his hard length nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her lower body back and forth, clenching her thighs around his waist where she sat astride him. Zar cursed. She opened her eyes, then bent down close enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. She watched in fascinated pleasure as the dark curls drew into hard peaks. She moaned and fastened her mouth to his, licking at his full lower lip. Zar had a beautiful mouth. A strange term considering he was so big and strong and masculine. All except his lips. There he was soft and oh so talented. Her teeth nibbled at the fleshy skin and his hands came up to her arms, crushing her to him. Callie lifted her gaze to his. “I love having you beneath me, Zar.”

“You are a temptress, my ofelia.”

She didn’t think that was true, but she loved that Zar saw her that way. It inspired her to live up to the alluring title. She lowered her head to his chest, tasting his salty skin. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple, her fingers coasted down his sides to his hips. Damn, she couldn’t get enough. He was under her skin. Callie scooted down his body, her wet pussy and swollen clit rubbed against Zar’s cock and Callie cried out at the delicious sensation. She kissed his flat, hard abs, running her hands over his chest, his arms, then to the wings that were stretched out beside his body. She stroked the feathers and Zar’s body arched upward, nearly unseating her. When her mouth was in line with his manhood, Callie looked up the length of Zar’s body and saw him watching her. He was so tense, so still. “I need a taste, Zar. I love your flavor,” she explained as she swept the heavy fall of her blonde hair over her shoulder. Callie grasped him in her hand and squeezed. Zar threw his head back and grunted. She let her tongue dart out, not able to resist licking the tip of his hard cock. She heard Zar curse and Callie felt a little thrill run through her that she’d managed to bring out that feral response in him.

Zar burrowed both of his large hands in her hair and pulled her head down. Farther and farther until Callie had half his length inside the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, then swiped her tongue up and down.

“Damn it, Callie,” Zar groaned, as he tugged her head backward, forcing her to release him. “Your mouth feels too good and I want to be inside you. No more teasing.”

She smoothed one hand down and cupped his balls, then gently squeezed. “I bet I can make you beg.”

His gaze narrowed. “I have no doubt of that.”

She laughed. It was a little bit of a high to bring such a powerful man to his knees, she admitted to herself. Scratch that. Powerful alien-man. Still, his need was the same as hers. She ached to for him to fill her. Callie lifted her hips and took him in her hands, guiding him to her entrance. “Let me put us both out of our misery,” she whispered.

His big hands wrapped around her waist and held her still. She quirked a brow at him. “Are you sore from last night? I wasn’t as gentle as I should’ve been, little dove.”

It touched Callie’s heart that Zar was concerned, but nothing short of a natural disaster could stop her now. “I’ll only be in pain if you deny me, Zar.”

He considered that, then loosened his hold on her. “Go slow,” he softly warned.

She nodded and lowered herself onto him, taking her time, feeling every inch of his hard length. She closed her eyes and arched her back, then pushed down all the way. “Oh Zar, you feel so good.”

“And you feel like paradise, my sweet Callie. So damn warm and tight.”

Zar watched as Callie rode his cock, slow and gentle rocking motions of her hips, then she raised up and shoved down hard. Garra, it was the most beautiful sight, watching Callie love him. Her sweet cries and teasing caresses nearly drove him over the edge. The animal in him rose, but he was prepared this time. He used every ounce of discipline he possessed to mercilessly hold his creature in check. There was no telling if he’d be able to hold onto his control the next time they came together, she simply had more passion in her little pinky than any woman he’d ever known. And he was glad to be the one to tap into it. He vowed she would be his. No other would touch her ever again. Callie’s thrusts turned frantic, frenzied, and Zar’s thoughts went up in smoke.

He reached between their bodies and squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Flicking and teasing the little nub, encouraged by the harsh sounds the emanated from deep with Callie’s throat. Her breaths quickened and she moved faster on top of him. Up and down, fucking him with wild abandon. Zar’s balls drew up tight and he stroked Callie’s clit once more, sending her flying over the edge. He removed his hand and clutched her hips in his strong grasp. “Look at me,” Zar ordered. When Callie’s lashes fluttered open, Zar slammed her onto his cock once more. Hard. His explosion came quick and furious, filling her with hot jets of his seed.

Callie collapsed on top of him, her breathing ragged. Zar could feel the fast beat of her heart against his chest. They were both slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around her delicate ribcage and held her there. He wanted this. Every day for the rest of his existence. Waking with her and making love would be the sweetest way to start every day. If only she would give them that chance. She was his, and somehow he needed to make her understand that fact. Zar knew, could sense, Callie trying to maintain some sort of emotional distance with him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

He shifted them, so they lay spoon fashion. He pulled her in close and she cozied her bottom against his groin. He smiled at the automatic gesture. She was becoming comfortable with him without even being aware of it. Zar put a possessive arm over her flat stomach, binding her to him. His wing flexed and moved around the front of Callie. The feathers at the tip dipped between her thighs and teased her slit. Her juices mingled with the beads of liquid that surfaced on his feathers. Callie moaned at the pleasure and Zar cursed, knowing a kind of pleasure that only an ofelia could give him.

He moved his wing up Callie’s body, tickling her belly and ribs. Callie chuckled. “You need to stop or I’m going to reciprocate, Zar.”

He smiled, then rested his wing in front of her, before smoothing his palm down her hair and murmured, “Give us a chance, Callie. That’s all I ask of you.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. A look of concern marring her pretty features. “A chance, Zar. I can promise that much.”

He kissed her cheek, keeping it light and brief. “You will not regret it.”

She didn’t respond, only looked away. Several seconds went by before she said, “You said you’d show me your world. Can’t do that if we lay in bed like bums all day.”

He groaned and swatted her bottom. “What can I say, you distract me.”

She pushed out of his arms and sat up. “I need a shower. And food. And you’re a king so I assume you have some things to do, right? Like an agenda or something?”

He sighed, hating the reminder. Zar wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with Callie, but she was right. There were things he needed to take care of. Especially if he wanted to spend the rest of the day with her. “We will shower together,” he stated as he stood up and offered his hand to her.

She took it but pinned him with her narrow-eyed gaze. “No getting distracted with wet, soapy body parts, winged-man. I really do want you to show me around.”

A wet Callie would be the best sort of distraction. He winked and decided to make no promises. “Come, the sooner we’re done the sooner I can take you flying.”

She tugged him to a stop. “Uh, the last time we did that it didn’t turn out so well, Zar.”

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