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She isn’t listening to me. Instead, a shiver racks her body and she whispers, “It was for you.”
She’s a bloodthirsty thing. I know it now for certain. Because when she leans forward, I have no choice but to surrender.
My body stiffens and I move to meet her. My mouth hovers over hers. My calves are trembling and I try to stiffen them, but my impulse is to lie down and rut her senseless. I might have, if she’d let me. If she hadn’t been nearly assaulted in the very nest I’m hallucinating taking her in.
“Take it,” she says.
I’ve been with countless females, but right now, I make a sound I’ve never heard. Like I’m strangled. Maybe I am. She has a hold on me I can’t escape.
“You were just assaulted. I shouldn’t.”
“Krisxox…”
I wrench her to meet me and my mouth comes down hard over hers. I kiss her and even thoughI’ve been practicing, I’m still struck.
They weren’t…
They aren’t…
She shouldn’t…be sosoft.
The heat is xoking inferno and I’m rendered stupid by it. I don’t react at all after the initial contact. I just absorb the sensation of her hot, swollen mouth as her lips meet mine and she tastes me so eagerly.
It’s that eagerness that undoes me. That throws me. That makes my left knee buckle. I have to lock it in order to stay standing at all.
“Krisxox,” she mewls,needy.
I’m failing her for the third time, now. And I will not fail her a fourth.
My instinct is to devour, but I want to be different. I don’t want her to think of me like Tur’Roth, who shoved his xoking tongue down her throat right in xoking front of me! I can’t have her thinking of any male when she’s in my arms. I want her to be lost just like I am lost.
I form my lips to her mouth’s shape, inhaling her breath, carefully tracing her tongue with my own. I kiss her tenderly, careful with how battered these tears have made her mouth look.
She tastes like a battlefield. An asteroid belt full of mines. And I crash into every one of them.
Black and bloodthirsty.
I taste it on her breath, like smoke after the air clears. I let it fill my lungs. I wrap my arm around her ass and hoist her up against my body. I hold her high enough that she can’t feel my erection against her hot core and so that she’s looking down at me, gasping a little gasp every third time our lips meet.
And then something strange happens.
She blinks and holds the sides of my face, like she’s trying to stabilize herself as she sways. The black in the center of her eyes is fully blown and I dive into it, a lone swimmer against a thousand waves.
Somethingshifts. The air gets heavier, thicker, harder to breathe through. I feel the weight on my own chest release ever so slightly and just as it does, Svera moans.
Moans.
“Svera.” My grip hardens around her body and I start to lower her, but she writhes.
“Krisxox,” she whimpers the moment her chest comes into contact with mine. Ruthlessly, sherubsherself against me.
“Xok…”
“Touch me,” she yelps. “Please.”
“Svera, you…were just…”Reasons! Find them!She’s a human. I’m Drakesh. I’m Krisxox. She still carries her slave name. There’s nothing to bind us.
Nothing but the universe.
