His Human Prisoner (Zandian Masters 2)

He nearly died from the rightness of it.

“That’s it, beautiful. Take me deeper,” he growled, moving her hips forward and back over his erection, using the length of his cock to rub her clit each time she moved out.

“Oh veck!” Her gaze flew around, a frantic wild quality to her movements now.

He took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, still yanking her in and out over his cock so fast her teeth probably rattled.

The sound of her gasping breath, the desperation of her gyrating hips sent him over the edge. His thighs tensed, balls contracted. Stars danced before his eyes.

“Come, Lily,” he roared, unable to wait for her.

He yanked her body against his and held her tight, his cock buried deep inside her as he came and came.

She, too, found her release, shudders bucking through her lithe body until she lay limp as a rag doll.

He bit the place where her shoulder met her neck and laid a kiss behind her ear. To his surprise, she pushed off his lap, limbs jerky with anger.

Oh veck. Had he hurt her? A sheet of cold doused his body.

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Lily stalked away to face the corner, arms crossed over her chest, shoulders hunched.

Get it together, Lily. Get it together.

Tears burned in her eyes, and her heart jumped erratically in her chest.

What had just happened? She’d never lost control like that. Veck, had she ever even been present during sex before?

“Lily?” She heard Rok surge to his feet behind her, and his two beefy forearms appeared on either side of her, caging her against the wall.

“Veck, Lily. Did I hurt you?”

The shocked concern in his voice only made the restless emotions ricocheting through her body worse. She had to get a grip on them before she unraveled completely.

When she didn’t answer or turn, he shifted to catch her shoulders. “I went too far. I’m sorry.”

His apology only ratcheted up her confusion. Why did he care about her feelings? Wasn’t this supposed to be retribution for her crimes against him? The icy truth that her suspicion it was something altogether different sent her tumbling headlong down the mountain of uncertainty.

What was this male playing at? And why—by the Earth’s one true moon—why did he have such an effect on her?

He turned her slowly, and the soft regret on his face undid her.

“Get off me,” she shouted, shoving his hands away. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I want no part of it.”

“Tell me what I did. Why are you angry with me?”

Because it wasn’t what he’d done but this very concern that had her chest in shreds, she slapped his face.

He let her. Yes, she actually saw him start to withdraw the target then let the slap fall. But he’d had enough. He caught both her wrists and yanked her against his chest.

“Did you like it too much?” his face was grim, and the knowing in his tone nearly dropped her to the floor.

Tears spilled down her cheeks like a valve had opened.

Rok caught her around the waist, holding her up. He plucked out the vegetable that burned and heated her ass, leaving her entire pelvic region warm, her pussy dripping. Even after that vigorous ride, after taking his huge Zandian cock, she want

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