Page 68 of Zalis
His fingers parted her, rubbing from her clit to her core. He went slowly, watching her reaction as if he were making notes. Here? She shivered and moaned. If he circled her clit? Yum. A little lower, dipping into her channel, and she clawed at the back of the seat. Each movement was measured, like he planned to devastate her the next time.
Good. She liked a man with a plan.
Although he was doing a fine job of wrecking her world right now.
“So hungry for me,” he said, working her clit like a master.
Delight and desire coiled inside her, tighter and tighter. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“No.” The thumb from his free hand brushed against her lips. “Let me hear you.”
A finger pushed into her as deep as it could go, then another, stretching her. She gasped at the sensation. He worked them in and out, and then curled his finger, hitting that elusive spot.
A charge went through her, amplifying every touch. Maybe it was dopamine from the last encounter making her thrum, or it was the payoff from their slow, careful courtship, or just the fact that Zalis was the kind of guy to use the wordcourtship, or just that it was Zalis—yeah, that. Just because it was Zalis.
He watched her with such devotion, such hunger.
Barely clinging to sanity, she grabbed his horns, using them to help lever herself up as she rode his hand. Because it washishand. Because he gladly slept on the floor to keep the nightmares away.
Because he held her hand.
His mouth clamped onto the curve of her neck. She felt his teeth graze her skin, threatening to break through. On the cusp of another release, her entire body tensed. Pleasure rocked through her, and she cried with the relief of it.
Zalis withdrew his hand. Keeping his gaze on hers—hungry, so hungry—he licked his fingers clean.
Her smile felt wide enough to split her face in half. She buried her face against the fabric of his overly complex jacket. It was surprisingly soft.
His arms wrapped around her, cradling her.
“How are you? That was intense,” she said, reaching down to his member.
He grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “We’ll be at our destination soon.”
“Oh, you won’t be frustrated and bothered?”
He gently kissed her neck. “If we continue, I will mark you and you will always be mine.”
“And I’m going back to Earth.”
“Until you tell me otherwise.”
Past Gemma really cockblocked her.
Gemma leaned back, putting some space between them. He wouldn’t believe her if she said she had a change of heart so she didn’t bother trying to convince him. “I can respect your boundaries. How are you about that other intense thing?”
“I understand my function. You need a mate to protect you. I complied.”
That didn’t sound right. He didn’t sound like a man who just enjoyed spicy times in the back of a car. He sounded tired and dejected.
Gemma pulled up her clothes and shifted off his lap. Lust drained away quickly, and she regarded him more critically. He had the beginning of a bruise on his cheek. A dark spatter decorated his jacket.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You chose me because you were afraid. I am the largest male and the logical choice. I know this. I wish I could make it so you were not afraid but I cannot. You deserve justice, not just vengeance, but that is all I can give you.”
“That’s not why I picked you,” she said. “I mean, yes, but not the only reason. I was afraid. Then you held my hand, and I wasn’t afraid anymore.”
He gave her a skeptical look. “We have shared this conversation before.”
