Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Z exx groaned, tugging Linnea closer, the hard ridges of his arousal pressing against her stomach through the thin fabric of her dress. The warmth radiating from his golden skin enveloped her, and his scent—earthy and wild, so different from the perfumed males of the Crestek court—sent heat to pool in her belly.
She didn't care about what she should do as chancellor or about making politically prudent decisions. Those concerns belonged to daylight, to the public persona she maintained for her people. Here, in the dim light of the tent and far away from the city she ruled, she just wanted to live in the moment.
Linnea placed her hands on his chest, tracing the dark tribal markings beneath her fingertips. She dragged her nails down his sculpted muscles to the chiseled definition of his abdomen, marveling at how different he felt even though their peoples came from the same ancestors. His skin was warmer, almost feverishly hot to the touch, and there was no give to it. She skimmed her fingers lower, dipping below the waistband of his leather pants and sweeping across the pronounced ridges that led toward his arousal.
His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill of power through her that she could make this formidable warrior lose his composure with just a touch.
The groan that escaped him reverberated through her, a sound of pure torment that made the ache between her legs intensify. There was something almost primitive in the way his control was slipping, something that called to an equally primal part of her—a part that had been suppressed beneath years of Crestek propriety and political calculation.
She freed her hand from his restraining grip and boldly cupped the impressive length of him through his pants, her eyes widening at the size and the distinct rings she could feel even through the leather.
Zexx jerked his head up, his dark eyes molten with desire and something deeper—a protective instinct that both frustrated and touched her. “We both know this should not happen.”
She cut off his words by raking one hand through his dark hair, marveling at the silken texture so at odds with his warrior appearance. “That’s why we both want it so much, but if you can’t give it to me maybe I can find a Dothvek who—"
She didn't get to finish her sentence before his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that obliterated all thought. There was nothing restrained about it—this was pure, raw possession as he swept her lips open with his tongue. His hands moved to her waist, then slid around to grasp her ass forcefully enough to make her gasp as he lifted her effortlessly until she was straddling him.
Linnea wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the hard press of him even through the remaining barriers of their clothing. A moan escaped her, swallowed by his hungry mouth as he devoured her with deep, claiming strokes of his tongue.
He went down to his knees and then lowered her onto the thick furs and layered blankets that covered the sand, never breaking their kiss. The woven fabric pressed into her back, the slight roughness a counterpoint to the silken heat of his skin against hers. She tugged at his leather pants, frustrated by the snug fit as she tried to free him. His hands joined hers at the task, loosening his leathers until they dropped. Then his fingers moved to her dress, slipping the thin straps from her shoulders and tugging it down her body with an urgency that sent a thrill through her.
Linnea pushed the fabric away, the cooler air inside the tent a shock against her heated skin. For a moment, vulnerability flashed through her—she was the chancellor, exposed before a warrior of a people who had been enemies for generations. What was she doing? But the doubt evaporated as Zexx sat back on his heels.
Her breath caught at the sight of his cock—thick and long with raised rings that encircled it. The burnished gold of his skin darkened along the impressive shaft until it was a shade of dusky copper at the broad crown. A vee of ridges was positioned above his cock like an arrow drawing her eyes down, and Linnea’s mouth went bone dry as she thought about how good they would feel inside her.
Zexx spread her legs with gentle but insistent hands, his gaze traveling over her exposed body with an expression of reverence and hunger that made her feel both vulnerable and powerful. Her body ached for him, and she arched her hips instinctively, as if the movement could bring him inside her faster.
"Please," she whispered.
His eyes held hers, burning molten as he dropped down. But instead of entering her, he buried his head between her legs.
Linnea opened her mouth to protest, but the words instantly became moans of pleasure as his hot tongue stroked her. She curled her fingers in the blankets, letting her eyelids flutter when the tip of his tongue found her pleasure center.
“Zexx,” she said, his name both a plea and a prayer as he flicked his tongue languidly, his hands gripping her ass from beneath and holding her open to him.
Linnea let herself go, surrendering to the sensations pulsing through her and forgetting any pretense of remaining quiet. Her moans filled the tent and spilled outside, drifting into the night air. There would be no chance of hiding this now. Not that Linnea cared.
As her body started to tremble, she scraped her hands through his hair and curled her legs around his back, riding his eager mouth as her body bucked. With a scream, a final bolt of pleasure slammed into her and then she sagged onto the blankets, gasping for breath.
Then Zexx was on his knees, the crown of his cock notched at her slick entrance. He hesitated, meeting her eyes with a question in his, the tip of him barely inside her, already stretching her enough to make her suck in a breath.
“Don’t stop now, Dothvek.”
He didn’t, thrusting into her so hard she arched her back, the sharp pain shifting into an exhilarating sensation of being filled completely and perfectly, the feeling of total bliss. A feeling she’d been waiting for her entire life.