Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Z exx swallowed a cry as he held himself inside her. He wanted to go slow and be gentle—she was the chancellor after all, and he should show restraint—but he couldn't. Not when his blood was roaring in his ears, and Linnea was writhing beneath him, her dark hair spread across the furs beneath them.
Even in the dim light of the oil lamp in the corner of the tent, her gold skin glistened like the sands. He stroked a hand down her face, marveling at the softness of her skin compared to the weather-roughened texture of his. She let out a breath that stirred something primal within him.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, concern threading through his desire. He did not know much about Crestek males, but he did know they were not barbarians used to living rough and fucking hard.
She shook her head, turning it to take one of his fingers in her mouth and sucking it hard, her eyes never leaving his.
That did nothing to help his self-control. Zexx pulled his finger from her lips and captured her mouth. He needed to taste her again, to savor her sweetness and feel her slick tongue moving against his. The faint trace of the sweet wine from the reception lingered on her lips, intoxicating him further.
But Linnea kissed him back hard, her tongue fighting with his and her fingers scraping through his hair as she pulled his head closer to hers. There was nothing of the reserved, diplomatic chancellor in the way her mouth mated with his—only raw, honest need that matched his own.
As she kissed him back with a desperate hunger, Zexx's hips moved seemingly of their own volition, stroking out and then in again. Her breathing stuttered as he held himself deep, savoring the delicious heat of her. He could feel echoes of her pleasure mingling with his own, his empathic senses creating a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to drive him mad.
When he broke the kiss and paused his thrusts, she locked eyes with him. “More.”
She was so small compared to him, but she'd taken all of him and was begging for more. Zexx knew he should stop, that this joining would only complicate things. But he couldn't. He'd imagined how she'd feel around him too many times that night. As he’d watched the other Dothveks eye her with hunger, he’d allowed himself to envision her beneath him. Her tight body felt even more incredible than he could have imagined, and her breathy noises made it impossible for him not to respond.
"I do not want to hurt you," he said between gritted teeth as he slowly dragged himself out, missing the tightness of her instantly. The night air sidling through the flaps of the tent was a sharp contrast to her heat.
"I swear to the goddesses of the sand or whoever rules the heavens that if you don't keep fucking me, I'll find someone who will," she threatened, her measured diplomatic words completely abandoned in the throes of passion.
The thought of another male burying himself inside her made him hammer back into her with a possessive roar that reverberated in the tent. "No, you won’t.”
She grinned at his forceful statement that was almost an order.
He moved his hands to her hips, his fingers biting into her flesh as he thrust himself hard. His body vibrated with a million sensations at once as he dragged himself back out of her, feeling every tremor as she ran her hands down his stomach, tracing the bumps of his muscles to the ridges above his cock.
Zexx drove in again and again, unable to stop his savage rhythm as her gasps became cries. He reared back and scooped his hands under her, lifting her hips and hooking her legs over his shoulders. The angle let him drive even deeper, and he rolled his hips so that the ridges above his cock rubbed against her slick, sensitive nub.
Her breathing became faster and her cries louder. There was no doubt that the Dothveks in nearby tents would hear. He didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the woman he was buried in, feeling and hearing every moment of her pleasure. Through their connection, her sensations flowed into him, doubling his own pleasure until he could barely tell where his ended and hers began.
"Zexx," she cried, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he braced himself over her with both hands.
He was close enough to see her eyes fluttering as she arched back, her teeth biting at her lower lip. He rolled his hips to stroke her with his ridges again, and her fingers dug mercilessly into his skin, no doubt leaving marks that he would wear proudly.
He didn't care about the pain. It barely registered as her body began to ripple around him, and her controlled moans became uninhibited cries. He pumped harder as her muscles clamped around him so tightly he had to close his eyes as light exploded behind his eyelids. Feeling her clench around him made Zexx lose all control. He slammed into her, reaching his release in a furious rush of heat as he bellowed wordlessly and emptied himself inside her.
Linnea held on to his shoulders, trembling and panting. He felt his heart pounding and her own pulse fluttering as he slipped her legs back down and kissed her forehead tenderly before rolling to lie beside her on the furs.
As she curled next to him and his breathing steadied, reality started to creep back into his mind. There was no going back from fucking the Crestek chancellor—or was there?