Page 20 of Surrender

He lifted an eyebrow. “Really?”

Talia glanced around, as if to ensure she wouldn’t be overheard. “Yes! From the time I was old enough to begin receiving the injections, I’ve always had regularly scheduled sessions with my probe and my holograms. But in the palace, those trainers did wicked things to me. Aroused me then left me…”

She paused dramatically. “Ungratified. It’s horrible! All I can think about is climaxing. And those penises. I’d never seen a real one before. Here, I’ve been surrounded by them. Short, thick ones. Long, skinny ones. A creature at the auction had one thatglowedwhen he became aroused.” She giggled again. “Like a beacon.”

She lowered her voice. “I did something wicked too. I rubbed up against yours when you were spanking me. On purpose. To see how it felt.” She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oops! You’re right about the honey mead. I shouldn’t have told you that. It was a secret.”

Chapter Fourteen

He lowered his voice to match hers. “I knew you did.”

Her eyes widened. Kylar felt a stab of guilt. He really shouldn’t toy with her. The ambassador from the Interstellar Federation was tipsy, apparently for the first time in her life. He’d have to watch his step. She was so lovely, lying there with her golden-brown hair fanning out around her head, clad in nothing but his shirt, her shapely legs disappearing under the hem.

The torture of it was he knew what was at the other end of those legs. He’d seen her sweet pussy, lusted after it along with every other male in this corner of the universe – and a good many females too, if truth be told. Not every shrouded being at Balam’s auction had been masculine in gender. It was common knowledge in the galaxy that no male was allowed on Omicron Three.

And now here she was, ripe for the taking, confessing that she ached to be satisfied. But it sounded as though Balam had told the truth for once. She’d never lain with a man before. The woman cuddling against him for warmth was a virgin. A slightly drunken one. She’d never forgive herself once she sobered up if they fucked tonight.

Besides, he had his pride to consider. No matter how horny, he’d never taken a woman who hadn’t consented. And judging by her past behavior, once she was in her right mind again, this woman would never forgive him for taking advantage of her momentary loss of self-control.

He’d have her. Of that, Kylar was certain. He’d bed this virgin, show her the pleasure to be had when man and woman mated. But when it happened, she’d be awake and aware, able to savor every moment of the experience. Still, he was a gentleman. And the lady needed satisfaction. There were other ways he could please her without robbing her of her virginity.

“I could help you with your problem,” he said casually. “If you like.”

“Really? You would do that? But I don’t have my probe.”

“It’s no matter. I carry a small one with me at all times.”

He wiggled a finger at her, and she giggled again. “That’s not small! It’s about the same size as the one I have.”

“Close your eyes,” he said softly. She did. He moved closer and touched his lips to hers.

Talia’s eyes popped open. “You did that before. But not so gently. It made me feel funny. Here.” She put her hand on her belly.

He should have guessed. If Earthers didn’t fuck, it made sense that they didn’t kiss either. In his experience, one led inevitably to the other.

He laid his hand over hers. “It’s supposed to make you feel funny here.” He slid his hand lower. “And here.”

She gasped. He kissed her again and moved his hand to her knee. Ever so slowly, he ran it up the inside of her thigh, kissing her all the while. Her lips parted, and she let out a little moan. “Sori and Leto did cruel things to me. But this feelsnice.”

He kissed his way down the side of her neck. She sighed and wrapped an arm around him. Kylar ran his hand under the shirt and cupped one of her breasts in his palm. He kissed her again, long and slow, while rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple. It hardened into a tight little bud.

He urged her legs apart with a knee and slid on top of her. Talia molded her body to his, ground her mound against his throbbing cock. He groaned, thanking the gods he’d had sense enough to keep his trousers on. If he were naked, the temptation to bury himself in her sweet heat would have overcome his scruples.

Instead, he ran his hand down, stroked her belly, traced the junction where her thighs ended and the universe of pleasure began. A land worthy of exploration by a lusty Viking.

When he slid a finger along the velvet folds of her pussy, she shuddered. He dipped it in. She rocked her hips up, drawing it in farther. He obliged. Probed deep, moving in and out, guided by her soft cries.

Talia’s breathing quickened. She shuddered again, once, then went limp. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Kylar brought his hand to his face, groaning as he breathed in the scent of her arousal. Surely the gods wouldn’t fault him for taking just one taste of her. He slid down, pulled up the hem of the shirt, and buried his head between her legs.

Talia shrieked and grabbed him by the hair, trying to pull him away. “What are you doing?”

He raised his head and met her eyes. “Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

She nodded solemnly.

“Then, lie back and close your eyes. I want to show you another way to achieve gratification.”

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