Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

Nothing happens.

“Open for me, Kianna.” Mykl’s voice is gentle, coaxing. Nothing like what I expected. He knows I’m afraid and he’s waiting until I’m ready.

That knowledge comforts me and I relax. As I exhale, he gently pushes, the head of his cock breaching my entrance.

I cry out, shocked by the intrusion. Mykl continues pressing forward until the head clears my tight ring of muscles, and then he stops as I pant, getting used to the sensation of being stretched. Feeling so full.

“Mykl,” I plead.

“You’re doing so well, Kianna.” Again, I’m surprised by his caring, his encouragement. Still, his need is barely leashed. His fingers dig into my hips and I sense the shaking in his thighs against my ass. “Take your master, now. Take all of me.” He eases forward and I concentrate on relaxing to let him in. Each inch fills me, stretching me wide, taking everything from me.

I never knew how much I craved surrender. All these months I’ve pushed and prodded Mykl, daring him to do something about this attraction between us. He may have his reasons for not mating me, but now I know with certainty. There’s no denying this chaotic pull between us. And having him take me fully—demand my total and complete yield to his authority—feels so right.

He pushes all the way in, then backs out and fills me again. Each stroke changes me. Rearranges the very molecules of my existence. I am his, completely. No teasing, no irritations. Just his powerful control of my body. His need matching mine.

His pleasure intertwined with mine.

He pumps into me, slowly at first, then short, fast thrusts. He bumps my stinging ass with his loins, punishing me a second time with his thick cock, sending tremors of pleasure down my thighs.

I cover my mouth to muffle my cries, because they fill the room—my needy mewls tangling with his deep growls and grunts until we make a symphony of sounds, an overlay to the slap of flesh against flesh.

“Kianna, yes… veck, yes.” Mykl’s voice grows rough, broken.

“Take it,” I urge, although I have no idea what I’m encouraging him to take. His pleasure? My ass? My heart.

Yes, take it all, Master. Please.

“I’m going to come,” he growls, bumping me hard on each instroke.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”

He reaches around the front of my hips and slaps my clit again and I explode into my climax, stars bursting and dancing before my eyes.

He roars and fucks my ass harder, faster, until he, too, reaches his summit and hurtles over the other side.

When my vision clears, I find I’m staring down at my work surface, Mykl’s torso folded over the top of mine, cradling me.

“Veck, Kianna.” His lips move against my neck. “That was… unwise. I’m sorry.”

I feel the curious urge to both laugh and cry. I know better than to do either around Mykl, so I say nothing. After a moment, he eases out of me. He walks to the sink and wets a towel, which he brings back to clean me with.

“Kianna.” He sounds stiff again.

I duck my head and step into my panties he hands me. “You don’t have to say anything.” I pull them up and rearrange my tunic. “I know where you stand.”

I return my focus to my workstation, picking up the power cell I’ve been working on and examining it with far more intensity than the job requires.

“Right. Well.”

I don’t look over.

After a moment, Mykl leaves and I swallow the lump in my throat.

It ended the way I knew it would.

And again, my heart is breaking into a million pieces.

I have to stop this. The only being getting hurt here is me.