CHAPTER 11 #2
He doesn’t hesitate any longer, reaching for my thighs and pulling me up to wrap myself around him before crashing his mouth into mine once more.
Everything about this feels messy and imperfect, all the things I usually hate, but right now feels like exactly what I need.
Zarek spreads one hand over the small of my back, pulling me so tightly into his chest that I can barely tell where I end and he begins.
His mouth leaves mine, but I don’t have a moment to protest before his lips, teeth, and tongue are on my neck, my shoulders, my chest. My head swims, so much so that I barely notice as Zarek bends over to lay me down on the bed.
The sheets are cool against my overheated skin, and my lower back arches off the bed as Zarek drags his hands down my legs, like he’s memorizing the feel of them. The desire burning through my veins is so potent, I wonder if he has another sense that can detect that, too.
His hands never leave my body, and I know he’s feeling my heartbeat, the little electrical pulses skittering through my nervous system like lightning. If they could speak, they’d be chanting more more more with every explosion.
“I want more of you,” he says, so simply and honestly it acts as an accelerant, those little bursts of light and energy beneath my skin firing off even more rapidly. “All of you.”
I don’t have the wherewithal to drag this out or tease him, even if that was in my normal repertoire.
Instead, I unbutton my pants and slip them down my legs ungracefully, tossing them to the side of the room without a second glance.
Even without pupils, I can read the hunger in Zarek’s eyes, the glittering stars there brighter than they’ve ever been.
“I want more of you, too,” I admit, unable to feel embarrassed by my need. I imagine I’ll be confused by this display of carnal desire tomorrow, but I can’t think about that with Zarek’s hands at his waistband.
Even the lust rampaging my circulatory system can’t override my shock as Zarek lets his pants and boxers drop to the floor. I’m staring at the largest dick I’ve ever seen in real life—which admittedly isn’t a high bar to clear. And of course, it’s blue; I expected that.
What I didn’t expect was the…features. It’s more or less human-looking, but tapered near the head, with ridges that line the underside. About halfway down the shaft, the ridges smooth into something more recognizable, but very thick, until meeting the second set of ridges against his pelvis.
Christ, that is…well, whatever it is, I want it.
Zarek’s touch against my calf startles me out of my staring, and when I meet his eyes, the light blue rivers etched into his cerulean skin are glowing, right alongside the galaxies in his eyes.
“I still want more,” Zarek says softly, gently trailing his fingertips up my thigh, just barely out of reach of where I really want him. “Do you?”
Against all odds, I really, really do.
I nod as calmly as I can, and maybe something in my heartbeat tells Zarek that I’m being truthful, because he finds the waistband of my underwear and slips them down my legs without taking his eyes off mine.
I don’t usually feel self-conscious during sex—maybe a byproduct of needing to trust someone before I share my body with them—but this is a new kind of freedom I’ve never experienced.
I don’t just tolerate Zarek’s scorching gaze blazing up and down my body, I crave it.
Without instruction, I slip my hand behind my back and unclasp my bra, tossing it into the corner with the rest of my clothes.
Zarek says something under his breath in a language I can’t understand, but it sounds like a curse.
Slowly, methodically, he moves to hover over me, bracing himself on one forearm as he explores my bare skin with his other hand.
It seems like his eyes can’t focus, the swirling constellations within them scattering to absorb my every line and curve.
I’m doing the same to him. Following the shimmering engravings that map his skin, brushing my fingertips over the muscles of his arms, sliding my leg to hook around his so I can soak in his body heat.
It’s silent other than our heavy breathing, our mutual appraisal feeling more like awe than anything else. When Zarek’s gaze locks on mine again, he uses his leg to press my thighs further open, and his hand disappears between us.
“Fuck, Zarek, please,” I beg, incapable of caring about how desperate I sound as his touch skims my inner thigh. “More, please.”
He doesn’t make me ask twice.
Zarek presses his hand against me, cupping my pussy and spreading me with his fingers like he’s exploring my body.
Vaguely, I wonder how different my anatomy is from what he’s used to, but that thought dissolves as he drags two fingers against my clit.
Something strangled, between a cry and a groan, escapes my lips as he repeats the motion, dragging wetness from my entrance to my clit over and over.
I chase the sensation with every wave, lifting my body closer to his with each pass.
I want more, but I also don’t want him to stop, my body rocking with the motion of his hand like a ship in a storm.
He’s so focused, eyes still on my face as he absorbs my reaction to his measured, exploratory caress. He notices every twitch, every breath, every reaction to his touch. And all too soon, I’m panting under my breath.