Page 25 of Retribution
“If you wish for me to leave, Layla, just say the words. Otherwise, I’m going to take you to bed and fuck you senseless.”
Unease spread through him as he waited for her to order him out. He stared at her for a long, tense moment. If she asked him to leave, it would take all his self-control to walk out of the brig without having his way with her. But he would do it. He wouldn’t take what was not freely given. He couldn’t fathom hurting the sweet human in this way. He’d already hurt her enough.
But if she consented—he would make good use of her permission.
Without saying a word, she backed away until her legs hit the bed and she fell onto it, scooting up to the pillows as if making herself comfortable.
“I’m probably the stupidest human alive, but I’m not about to ask you to leave.”
He pounced on her in the next moment. Crawling atop her, he kissed her hard and reveled in her tiny moans and desperate whimpers. His cock thickened and he pressed his erection against her stomach through their clothes, allowing her to feel the fullness of his need.
He ran kisses down her neck, sometimes pausing to drag his teeth along her flesh, marking her just as he’d promised. When he pulled away and observed his teeth marks on her skin, a primal sense of satisfaction filled him.
After slipping her shoes off, he reached up her dress for the waistband of her leggings, holding her stare the whole time. She lay pliantly beneath him as he removed the leggings, though she gasped when she spotted her panties in the bundle of clothes. Her breath hitched and her gaze heated further.
He set about removing her dress next, the desire to glimpse her nudity overwhelming. He tried not to think about the first time he’d seen her naked—when he’d forced her to strip before her whipping. Looking back, he knew she had a pleasing body, but he’d been a bastard to notice at the time.
She assisted him in removing her dress and bra, and he tossed her clothing items on the floor with her shoes. Then he rose to his feet and peered down at her, admiring her delicate beauty.
When his gaze landed at the apex of her thighs, he noted that her inner thighs glistened under a coat of her womanly essence. Apparently, her arousal had leaked out of her and trickled down her legs as he’d undressed her. He inhaled deeply, savoring the addicting scent.
He growled at the sight and immediately commenced removing his own clothing, until he stood before her stark naked, his engorged cock jutting out, a drop of precum gleaming on the tip. Then he pounced on her again, unable to endure another moment when their bodies weren’t touching.
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Zamek was masculine perfection,handsome and built like a god.
Oh my. Her heart fluttered.
Layla held his gaze and ran her hands over his muscular chest as the aching in her core swelled hotter. She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this. She’d never slept with a Kall male before, though she’d certainly been tempted during the two years she’d spent on his planet.
With his hands roving over her body and his lips searing her flesh, she didn’t feel that pressing loneliness. In his arms, it was easy to forget all her worry and pain, even if he had caused some of it.
His hard cock pushed at her slick entrance, though he didn’t thrust inside. She whimpered and arched her back, eager for him to plunge into her and assuage the ache. But he seemed content to hold her and stare at her, and she flushed under his intense gaze. Oh how she wished to know his thoughts, but she wasn’t brave enough to ask him.
Is this a one-time occurrence?
Have you caught feelings for me?
What will this mean for the future?
These questions and more pressed into her mind, but she didn’t dare voice them aloud. She didn’t wish to dampen the mood, and she very much wished to see this encounter through to the end—even if she regretted it come tomorrow.
Her heart lodged in her throat when his gaze turned affectionate. Had anyone ever looked at her with such warmth before? She didn’t think so. Not even… no, she wouldn’t think ofhimnow.
Though General Zamek was on top of her, he was careful not to put his full weight upon her, which given his massive size, she appreciated. Thus far, he’d been a thoughtful lover.
I want to fuck you until you are raw.
The words he’d spoken but minutes ago replayed in her head and a heated flush engulfed her entire body. Well, she supposed his technique was about to get a lot rougher, at least once he entered her anyway. Her pussy spasmed at the prospect of him plunging his enormously swollen cock into her depths.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. He continued to work his way down her body, kissing her arms, her breasts—paying special attention to her nipples—and her stomach as well.Oh my God. He was going evenlower.
He nudged her thighs apart and reached for her center, then he splayed her folds wide and allowed his warm breath to drift over her aching parts. She shuddered and reached for his head, drawing her fingers through his coarse dark locks.
He darted his tongue out, placing it directly atop her clit, then growled. The vibration surged through her and made her writhe on the bed, but he held her down and proceeded to lick up and down her inner folds.
Pulling back slightly, he peered up at her. “You’re even more delicious than I imagined, human. I could feast on you ten times a day and still never get my fill.” His head dipped between her thighs and he resumed lapping at her core, his expert ministrations driving her wild.
