Chapter 6
6
RYZ
W hen I finally make it back to my suite, it’s late and I’m tired.
After Gwen left, I contacted Commander Hak’en of the Outside Forces. He claimed they were holding their position as the wedding ceremony convened to “come to our aid if things went awry” and left because once the ceremony was complete, they felt they were “no longer needed”. He even congratulated me and Gwen!
All a lie, and both of us knew it.
But my father always said it was best to be calm with Hak’en, since he had a habit of striking based on emotion, so I didn’t press the commander on the matter but instead discussed it with Zadren and Xi.
They agreed we must stay alert.
Xi then scolded me for being condescending to Gwen in the control room, and I told Xi I’d have a chat with her.
The suite is dimly lit when I enter. I find Gwen in bed, dark hair spilling around her on the pillow. She looks so peaceful, her lips slightly parted. I remember how pink, glossy, and inviting they looked at the wedding.
I growl, my cock instantly rock-hard.
I sit on the far edge of the bed, undressing slowly and quietly so as not to wake her.
Then I hear rustling behind me.
“Ryz?” she whispers groggily—a sultry, sleep-tinged word that makes me ache.
I turn and the sight of her has me ready to spend there and then.
She’s holding the covers up to her breasts, and it’s obvious she’s naked. Her hair is messy and I turn away, gritting my teeth. “You sleep in the nude?”
“Don’t you?” she replies, and I hear her moving closer to me. I don’t know what to do. I know what I want to do, but she’s made it clear she’s not interested in sexual relations.
So I stay as still as possible, hoping she’ll go back to the other side of the bed.
She doesn’t.
Suddenly, her hands are sliding up my back. A long, deep groan threatens to burst from my throat. Her skin on mine is like hot, glorious fire, burning a path up to my shoulders.
My entire body surges with electric energy as she presses her bare breasts against me, her nipples two sharp points that activate every nerve.
The beating of my heart is loud in my ears, my cock hard and ready. How does she do this to me so easily? I want to stuff a fist in my mouth to keep from moaning.
“I…may have overreacted earlier,” she whispers, her voice low in my ear, sending fiery sensations through my veins.
“Oh?” I reply.
Her hands caress my shoulders and arms and she nuzzles my ear, her hands fanning down over my chest.
“Yes. I should trust you and your decisions. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.”
Now, I know all this is a ruse. She’s brilliant…and evil. But I’m still melting under her, my entire body aching with need.
“I thought you were averse to sexual relations with me.”
She continues to stroke my body, her lips barely brushing my ear.
“That decision was…hasty,” she breathes. “Your body is exquisite, Ryz. It would be a shame not to…enjoy it.”
My cock twitches. “You want my body?”
“Yes,” she purrs in my ear. “And I want to give you mine.”
That’s all I can take. I turn and swiftly pin her down on the bed, her arms over her head.
Her eyes go so wide I can see the whites in the shadows. The pale flesh of her breasts almost glows in the dim light, and I groan.
“You mean that? I can pleasure you and use your beautiful body to pleasure mine?”
She nods, a sultry smile on her face, her eyes searching mine, her plump lips parted. Vrek , she’s magnificent.
“Say it, Gwen. I need to hear it.”
“Take me, Ryz,” she replies, her voice rough and desperate.
I growl, descending on her mouth, sliding my tongue into her wet heat.
She moans as my tongue touches hers, arching against me. I want to explore every inch of her body, beginning with this mouth. I go deep at first, then tug at her lips, nibbling on them.
“Your tongue,” she gasps, when we come up for air.
“Is it satisfactory?” I ask.
“It feels incredible,” she whispers. “It’s like…suede.” I have no idea what suede is, but “feels incredible” I understand. I travel over her jaw to her tiny ears, biting and licking as she purrs. I can feel the blood pulsing in her neck as I make my way down to her breasts, her nipples stiff and waiting for my mouth.
Removing my hands from her wrists, I grasp her sweet, hot flesh, my palms grazing her skin. I run my lips over them and she bucks, her fingers thrusting through my hair.
Quorr… ! My toes curl.
When my tongue flicks at her soft flesh, devouring her luscious peaks, she moans my name, spurring me on.
I don’t care if she’s using me. Manipulating me. Thinking this will get her what she wants. The need to taste her sex and make her come undone beneath me is all-consuming.
I want to learn every nuance to bring her pleasure. I can smell her sex as I kiss her stomach. She wants me and my touch, and that makes me even more ravenous.
Now, to attend to that needy cunt...