Page 31 of Collision!
That prospect rang through his sensory overwhelm like a mission-critical alarm, but as they kissed, she writhed under him, seeking little adjustments that were not precisely in line but all the more pleasurable for the deviation: her knee raking the side of his thigh, her heel angling higher under his backside, a sideways lean that enhanced the friction between them.
His uniform provided some safeguard for her, but despite his vigilance, the quill-scales on his bare arms snagged in her tunic.The pinprick holes in the plasilk expanded with their every move, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her skin beneath.
Too soft.Too vulnerable.
And in this moment, so was he.And he couldn’t restrain a ragged oath of his own.
“Suvan…”
Her whisper cut through him like a glass cyclone.“Mariah.”
“Don’t you dare leave me like this.”
Had she noticed his hesitation?Had that split second of withdrawal chilled her skin?He remembered that feeling too well, and he would never do that to her.
With a groan of surrender, he kissed her again on the mouth, hard, to silence the doubt, and then he kissed his way across every hole they’d made—a star chart of erotic possibilities, her every breathless sound of passion an irresistible provocation.
Each flaw in the silky covering was a discovery of her.Her collarbone.The upper curve of her breast.The thud of her heartbeat in counterpoint to his own reverberating under his lips.
The hard nub of her nipple between his teeth… Ah, she found her breath then.With a strangled cry, she reached for him.
He caught both her wrists in one hand, holding her in place as he delved into that widening hole.When he paused, she arched up, panting, the reddened point jutting out, as if begging for more.And he obliged, wrapping his tongue wickedly around her engorged flesh and squeezing with suggestive rhythm until she was sobbing a wordless plea.
With a quick nip, he snagged the sagging neckline in his teeth—and split the plasilk down the center.
“Suvan!”
She bucked helplessly against his restraint, her wide eyes glazed, her lips swollen and tender.Right beneath his mouth, her breasts heaved, slicked from his tongue.She looked all askew at his touch.
And he loved it.
He fought to steady his voice.“Yes?”
She let out a slow, shuddering breath.“Don’t forget my pants.”
With a growl that was not an Earther laugh, he obeyed.
He used his free hand instead of his teeth to finish disrobing her; since his own trousers had protected hers, there was no need to overtax the fabricators.In one conscientious sweep, he had her naked beneath him.
And then he had to stop to catch his own breath.
The curves of her were magnificent amplitudes intensifying from breast to belly to hips, the expanse of softness a seductive power against which he had no defenses.
“You are so beautiful,” he rasped.“If I remembered my dreams, this would be the most treasured of them.”
With a tremulous sigh, she opened to him.
The perfume of her skin and her excitement nearly wrecked him.Torturing himself as well as her, he resumed his meticulous mapping of her body, from the tips of her breasts to the dip of her navel.
She was squirming and panting his name, straining against his tongue and his confining hand—and to make the final descent, he needed to let go.
So he did.
The moment he released her, both her hands were guiding him to the center of her pleasure.And now they were exquisitely aligned—her palms over his head in a carnal benediction, cupping the points of his ears so all he heard was her keening breaths and his own rampant heartbeat; his tongue laving the silky hot knot at the apex of her hidden grotto.
As if all his Szauralithyn senses honed from millennia hiding in caves had shaped him exactly for this moment with her.
He might’ve feasted for another millennium if she’d let him, awash in the sensual splendor of her.But her hips bucked up into his mouth as her hands crashed down on his shoulders, holding him tight and spasming around him as her orgasm seized them both.
