Page 85 of Shadows of Stardust

He tastes like moonlight, like ice, like smoke. The damp heat of my pussy still clinging to his lips makes my head swim, makes me groan into his mouth. I kiss him hard and deep and desperate until we both break away, panting.

Tentatively, I raise a hand and press it to the center of his bare chest.

The plated ridges are hard beneath my fingertips, unyielding, and I meet his gaze with a question in my own.

“Is this… good for you? Or should I not—”

Zan lifts a hand to cover mine, pressing it more firmly to his skin. “I like it when you touch me, Roslyn.”

Permission granted, I take my time doing just that. I explore every sculpted inch of his shoulders, his chest, his biceps, andnot just with my fingers. Mouth hot and hungry, I kiss and nip at him, working him back up into a frenzy.

“Ros,” he groans when my hands find the fastenings at the top of his shorts. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to. Let me?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, but gives me a brief, jerky nod and helps me slide his shorts down and off of him.

It turns out those ridges do, in fact, continue below the belt, but… that’s all there is. Just more of that natural armor, nothing that would give me any clue at all about what I’m supposed to do next.

“Where is… how do I…”

My cheeks flare with heat.

Fuck, it’s got to be so, so incredibly rude to ask someone how their junk works, doesn’t it?

Without missing a beat, Zan gives me a sharp grin and grabs my wrist. Shifting me so I’m perched back further on his thighs, he places my hand between his legs and presses my fingers into him.

At first I don’t know what I’m supposed to be touching. All I feel is more of his firm, plated skin that’s a lot warmer right now than it’s ever been before.

“Do you feel it?” he murmurs, leaning in to speak the words just below my ear, warm breath breaking against my skin.

I shiver. “Feel wha—”

My fingertips find it, a split in his skin. And when they dip just inside, they brush up against something hot and hard and slippery.

“Human men walk around with everything just hanging out, woefully unprotected,” Zan says with a teasing disapproval in his voice. “You’re going to have to work a little harder than that with me, Roslyn.”

A flash of heat breaks over my skin as I sink further into him.

Zan lets out a sharp, shuddering groan, and I freeze.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Fates, no. Keep going.”

A pulse of heady satisfaction breaks over me at seeing this warrior so undone. It spurs me on, makes me bolder, and I’m rewarded by another rough moan and the firm press of his fingers into the swell of my ass as he grips me, bucks into me, thrusting up to meet my touch.

My fingers wrap around his length, so thick I can’t quite close my grip. Giving him a couple of tentative strokes, his cock rises to meet me, sliding out of that slit in his body and…

Fuck. Holy fuck.

Zan’s cock is a darker shade of gray than the rest of him. Though it’s shaped pretty much like a human’s, it’s also got a set of plated ridges running along its length, and is covered in what looks like some kind of natural lubricant.

And it’s enormous. Zan’s cock is enormous.

Because of-fucking-course it would be, given the proportions of the rest of him.

I give him a hard stroke, and he groans again. His half-hooded eyes stay locked on my face, mouth open on a tight inhale, hands still gripping me and keeping me in place.

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