Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

My naked ass is sensitive to his strong thigh. When he shifts, his muscles move under my body and it makes me burn hotter. Mother Earth, he’s pure power. I want to feel him over me. Pressing into me, his length against mine. In me.

I whimper. “Please.” He smells like the machine shop, and his own essence below it. Something masculine, strong. I press my face to his neck, inhaling.

“What are you doing?” He sounds amused.

“I like the way you smell.” I don’t feel any embarrassment.

“I like your scent, too.” Before I know what’s happening, he scoops me up in his arms, and drops me back down onto the hoverseat. But gently, with care. Arranging me.

“Let me,” he whispers. A demand. A plea.

I lie back and allow him to spread my thighs. When he kneels between my legs, I gasp. And then, at the first touch of his tongue to my clit, I cry out his name. “Mykl!”

“Veck.” He sounds amazed, like he’s worshipping. “Kianna. So perfect. Delicious.”

His tongue, oh, stars, his tongue! He could take down entire planets. He teases my clit with soft strokes, then glides along my body, using the perfect amount of pressure to drive me insane.

“You,” he tells me, in between licks, “are. The. most. Troublesome. Female. I. have. Ever. met.”

“Am I?” I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing colors burst behind my lids. Cerulean blue. Amethyst, like his eyes. Emerald.

“Which is why I had to spank you.” His voice, a cross between a growl and a purr, makes me wild.

“Oh, you didn’t have to. You wanted to. Ah.” I writhe as he licks my clit in a way that nearly makes me come.

“I more than wanted to.” It’s like the words are torn from him. An admission only given because he’s entranced with my body. Like he’s fighting it. “Ugh.”

“Did you?” I push my hips up.

“Don’t you vecking come.” He grabs me with his strong hands, pulls me up just a bit, and slaps my ass. Hard. “You don’t ever come until I grant permission.”

“Then you don’t get to come, either, until you get my—ooowww!”

He slaps my inner thigh. “Mouthy little human.”

“You want to see what my mouth can really do?” I’ve never done what I’m thinking of doing. But I want to, for Mykl. In fact, I’m dying to feel his cock with my tongue. Make him as needy as he’s getting me.

“Later.” He sticks his tongue deeply into my body and I scream in pleasure, nearly lifting off the cushion. “Mykl! You’re going to make me—”

“Did you get permission?”

“No but—”

“Then you wait.” He sounds pleased with himself. “Or I’ll spank you again.”

I think he means it. I think he’d like that. And as much as I enjoyed it the first time—because it got me hot, right now all I want is the impending orgasm. And if he makes me take another spanking first, I’m going to die. Literally die.

“I’m waiting!” I grab my hair. “Stars, please.”

“Beg me. Say my name.” His voice is rough with passion. I look at him—really look. His horns are so hard. His eyes gleam with a passion I’ve never seen. An openness that’s new. It looks good on him.

A rush of emotion suffuses me. “Mykl. Please?” My voice is so soft. For a second, a split second, the image of the rushing grass fills my mind. Then it’s all Mykl, because he says:

“Yes.”

And when he puts his mouth back to my body, and his hands, too, I let myself go into his touch.

He’s got me, safe and secure, and it’s all right to fly away into the passion we share.