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“Moments like this.” He scooped up another stray streak of cum from my chin. I licked his fingertips and bit them lightly. “Gods, Isla,” he breathed.
“What did you do when you fantasized about us?” I rested my head back on his chest.
“I did what I could to ease my need.” He kissed my hair. “It was all I could do, and it was a very poor substitute for the real wonder and pleasure of you.”
Imagining Mikas in his apartment fantasizing about me and pleasuring himself was so intensely arousing that I quivered. Maybe I could persuade him to recreate that scene for me later.
I kissed his hot chest. “We’ve made a mess of this bed.”
“Ihave made a mess of this bed.” He chuckled. “And of you, though it seems you do not mind.”
“I don’t mind at all.” I glanced at the terrarium. “But I also wouldn’t mind a shower or a swim and some rest on the basking stones, if you’d be interested.”
“Would I be interested in basking with my mate after the best orgasm of my life?” Mikas tipped my chin up with hisfingertips and ran his thumb over my lower lip. “For a brilliant woman, you ask silly questions.”
“I don’t think I can walk there myself, though,” I warned. “You’ll have to carry me.”
“Oh, no,” he said in mock horror. “What a terrible ordeal for me.”
I laughed.
He caught my hand in his and drew it to his lips to kiss my palm. “My Isla, to hear you laugh…it is good for my soul.”
There was so much about Mikas—therealMikas—that I liked and loved, but this tenderness was the best thing of all. And it was mine too now, along with his beautiful chest, yellow eyes, sexy spines, breathtaking ass, and absolutely exquisite cocks.
CHAPTER 21
MIKAS
Isla,my mate.
I had thought waiting three months from our meeting to this moment had been difficult. And it had…but not a fraction as difficult as holding myself back from coming before she had a chance to drench my cock in her own release.
No fantasy I had ever entertained had come close to approximating the real sight of Isla’s trembling legs astride my hips and her pussy stretched around my cock, or the feeling of her squeezing me in her release as she stroked my second cock. She was a dream, sweating and whimpering, her nipples hard and clit swollen with need.
Even now, simply lying on my chest as we rested, she overwhelmed my senses. We could have been anywhere and it would not have mattered because I saw nothing but her. My hands ran over her soft skin, slick with sweat. The scent of her body and our lovemaking filled my nose and lungs and made my hearts pound. Her tastes danced on my tongue and her cries of ecstasy rang in my ears.
Biting her lip, her body tense as if she feared it might cause her pain to move, she eased herself off my cock. Gods above, her tight, slick heat sliding over my sensitive skin was exquisite torture.
Even lost in my lingering euphoric haze, I rested my hand on her arm and watched closely for any sign of pain or distress.
“You’re still hard,” she said, her eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you couldpossibly…”
“I could,” I said, cupping her face. “But I will wait until you are recovered and want more. I would never risk hurting you in any way you do not want.”
“Sweet Mikas.” She kissed my scaly flesh over my primary heart and freed herself from my cock with a gasp.
“Are you sore?” I asked.
Trembling, she lay on my chest to catch her breath. “Yes,” she admitted. “I think I’m going to need some recovery time.”
“My cum has healing properties for my mate.” I caressed her back to reassure her. “I believe any soreness will fade soon. But there is no rush. We have all the time in the world now.”
In truth, we still had to make our way away from Nubo’s reach and off Fortusia, but as long as no one came to our room or contacted us, we were safe here thanks to Atlath’s diplomatic status and interplanetary law. For all his bluster and desire to possess Isla, even Nubo would not risk ending up in an Alliance prison colony.
I wanted so much to take my mate to the pool for a swim, and then bask with her on the stones, but she did not seem ready to move quite yet. I was more than happy to stay here and hold her.
This was, perhaps, a good opportunity to return to my questions about her past.
