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Ren repeated the names. “You are fortunate to still have both your parents. When will we visit? When is the next Sangrin holiday? I should bring a gift. What is our mother’s favorite color and perfume? Does she like felines? I will give our father a traditional glass blade from the sands of Rolusdreus.”
Zalis never had a brother. He suspected he would enjoy the experience.
ZALIS
The shifting mattress woke his mate. As carefully as he climbed onto the bed, it could not be avoided.
“You’re home,” Gemma said with a yawn.
Zalis nestled in behind her, his hand resting over the blanket covering her hip. “I disturbed you.”
“Mmhmm, you did. I notice there’s no apology in that statement.”
“I have been thinking of you all day.” He pushed the blanket aside, exposing her thigh. He ran his hand along her gentle curves. “About this.”
“All day, huh?” She rolled over to face him.
“Insatiably.” He pressed his lips to hers. Sweet and warm, she yielded to him. Since their arrival on Val Mori, they had not had much time to share together. The time they had was spent like this. He could find no fault.
Gemma shifted onto her back. The blanket fell away, exposing her in a tank top and underwear. Devices in the room provideda dim glow but he wished for more light. He wanted to see her fully, to appreciate every detail.
“You’re wearing entirely too many garments,” he said.
Her lips moved into a slight smile. “You think so? You should do something about it.”
He hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her underwear. She lifted her hips, assisting as he removed the unnecessary garment.
She parted her legs, exposing her luscious cunt and inviting him to taste.
He dove in, licking her luscious fold and sensitive bud. Hunger and desire made him greedy. This is how they spent their limited time, and it was sacred. He would have it no other way.
She was sweeter, more delicious than any confection created by her hands. She moaned, grabbing his horns and guiding him. He wanted all of her. Needed her. Hard, he ground himself against the mattress.
Fingers pushed into her while his tongue circled and lapped her clit. Hot, she clenched around him. It was easy to imagine how she’d feel on his cock, how it’d be to drive into her and to feel her come undone.
Her thighs tensed, clamping around his head, and trembled. Close, but he wanted complete rapture. He continued with that speed and pressure. Her hips lifted. Groaning, he grabbed her with both hands and pulled her up as he rose to his knees. He suspended her, feasting on her as if she were the most decadent fruit in existence.
She was.
She was everything.
The tank top slid down, exposing more of her stomach and her breast. Her body tensed. She reached up, her arms not quite reaching his head. Fingers brushed against his hair and his horns. Cries of rapture tore through her.
Licking his lips, he lowered her to the mattress. She panted, one hand on her chest, and gazed up at him with a dreamy expression.
He kneeled over her, hard cock in hand.
She licked her lips. “Show me.”
Zalis stroked his cock, working himself slowly. Anything faster and he would spill over her in an instant. He wanted to last. He wanted her to know that when she finally accepted him—all of him—he could satisfy her.
She reached up, putting her hand over his. His cock jerked and throbbed. His mouth watered, fangs ready to sink into her neck.
He pushed her hand away.
“Let me touch you,” she said.
“I cannot.” If she touched him, he’d lose control and claim her.
