Page 11 of Tender Captivity
Her words trailed off as the orgasm that had been looming suddenly blossomed inside her. She’d never come so easily before, and it hit her hard. Her entire body convulsed as she wrapped her legs around his hips to hold him still so she could ride out her climax on his cock.
When she thought it might be done, she started to relax, and he moved.
Nope, she wasn’t done.
All it took was for him to pull out and slowly thrust back into her. His long dick dragged across her sensitive clit and set off another orgasm.
“You’re squeezing me like a fist,” he breathed, his voice unsteady. “I won’t last. My little flower, it’s too much.”
Shuddering under him, she brought her hands up to frame his face, running her thumbs over his glistening scent glands. The touch made him tremble. His strong arms were on either side of her, holding his body up so he didn’t crush her with his bulk. She watched those muscled arms quiver as her finger pressed more oil out of his glands.
“Come with me,” she demanded, bringing one of her thumbs to her face. She slowly rubbed his bonding oil over her lips and then licked them.
“Jinna!” he cried before crushing his mouth to hers. He thrust violently into her, the movement causing a final orgasm to flash through her system. Everything was so intense. Her heart was ready to pound out of her chest, and she was pretty sure her eyes were permanently crossed now.
Warmth flooded her feminine channel as he convulsed. They both went still, breathing ragged and hearts racing. Finally he rolled to his side, gathering her to him, his slowly softening flesh still embedded deep inside of her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I think I should be saying that,” he answered, rubbing his cheeks on her hair. Along with sex, the scent of apples filled the air.
Forget peaches and eggplants. As far as she was concerned, apples were now the sexist fruit.
Chapter 6
As Holian lay with Jinna asleep and curled up in his arms, he gave himself the luxury of simply enjoying the moment. He didn’t plot and plan. He refused to think of the future. While Jinna was slumbering, he thought only of this perfect moment. He wouldn’t sully it by dwelling on what might happen.
Murmuring something indecipherable in her sleep, she snuggled a little closer to him. Her hair was already saturated with his bonding oil, but he tilted his head and ran his cheek against the top of her head anyway. His bonding oil soaked into her scalp, creating a new unique scent that he dragged into his lungs. Their combined smell had a profound effect on his body. His brain felt calm, and the need for activity or action didn’t buzz under his skin.
He was well and truly scent-bonded to Jinna. If they were ever parted for too long, he’d suffer from Collapsed Scent Disease, colloquially known as Ending, which was a painful way to die. That’s one of the issues that led to a monarch ruling threethousand years ago to start many trends that would eventually become codified into law and become social taboos, such as no scent-bonding.
Of course, because humans were so “weak and needy,” it was socially acceptable to use your bonding oil on them so they felt safe and adored. But what many Talins didn’t know or refused to acknowledge was they could scent-bond to humans as readily as they scent-bonded to each other.
Just the simple act of scent-bonding turned his interaction with Jinna from socially acceptable to an act so illegal he could be executed for it.
He wasn’t worried about being caught. The Talins he surrounded himself with were either already bonded to humans or wished to be. He was far more worried that he’d scent-bonded a human who would want to leave. His very life was in her tiny, clawless hands, and he wasn’t sure how to explain it to her without making her feel trapped and obligated.
His Ident Cube dinged loudly on a nearby table where he’d set down his regalia. The sound woke Jinna. “Holian?” she murmured, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
Sitting up with her, he started purring. “I’m here. You’re safe.”
When she dropped her hands away from her face, it was to reveal a content smile curling her lips. “Is it time to get up?”
“Only if you’ve rested enough,” he answered. Yesterday he’d had Renalan cancel all his meetings for the next ten rotations so he could focus on Jinna. He still had motions to read and requests to send to various clan assemblies, but all that could be done remotely. He didn’t need to attend anything in person for now.
“I’m feeling pretty good,” she answered. “I wouldn’t mind getting up. And maybe using the cleansing room.”
“Of course,” he responded. Rising from the bed, he pulled on a clean pair of pants and picked up his regalia. As he buckledon the belt, he made sure his pouch was on his left hip and his Ident Cube on the right. When he turned, he found her standing, wrapped in one of the soft sheets from the bed. The old wrap he’d shredded was dangling from one of her hands.
“I don’t think this is going to work,” she muttered. He took it from her, almost rumbling in disgust at the coarse feel of the fabric. How had Nelaran even found this wrap? Most things sold on Talarian for human pets were the height of luxuriousness because it was well-known humans had delicate skin. But the material of this wrap was scratchy enough for even a thick-skinned Talin like him to feel it.
“You’re better off without it,” he said, tossing it into a far corner for a cleaning bot to pick up later.
“I would agree, if it wasn’t the only item of clothing I had,” she responded dryly.
Holian ran his eyes over her form. Even covered by a sheet, he could easily pick out her lovely curves. “I don’t have a problem with you being naked all the time.”
Her laughter made his scent glands ache. “Don’t make me walk around in a sheet all day! That could get cumbersome, and I’d be tempted to cut it to size.”
