I nod. Sniff. “Yes. I just miss her. I promised her we’d somehow always be together. I just want to see her in person, to really know she’s okay.”
“I understand, little one. I’ll make some inquiries. See what’s possible.”
“You will?” My voice is tremulous. But there’s something here I just know it. Beyond the words, there’s something between us, something that’s growing stronger second by second.
He reaches for me, sliding his fingers into my short hair.
I go still, eyes trained on him, body trembling in anticipation.
“Did they cut your hair? Your slave masters?”
“No, I did it,” I admit. “So we wouldn’t look so feminine. To deflect male attention.”
Anguish flickers over Tarek’s face. Then his jaw tightens. “And did you?” His voice is tight.
I swallow. “Not always. But I kept Enya safe. That’s all that matters.”
Tarek’s great hands close into fists. His nostrils flare. “No female should be taken against her will.”
“No,” I agree, my voice soft.
He suddenly stiffens. “You didn’t feel—did I—Stars, Zina—”
“No,” I interrupt. “I liked the way you touch me.”
Tarek’s eyes change to bright purple, his horns—stars, his horns appear to pulse. And then, as if the leash he’d kept himself on snaps, he lunges for me, catches the back of my head with his hand and claims my mouth.
Instantly my body is pulsing to the rhythm of his. My lips part to allow his tongue to sweep between them. He pushes me onto my back, covering my body with his.
I inhale sharply, fill my nostrils with his scent—masculine and rich. He nips down my neck, sucks a spot on my shoulder. All the while, the pulsing between my legs grows stronger. I arch my hips into him, climb to his huge, muscular shoulders. He shoves my dress up to expose my nipples and swirls his tongue around one.
I make a hungry, eager sound. He pinches the other one as he continues. I rock my pelvis, grinding against him. He slides his hand between my legs. “Did you want me here?” His voice is rough and raspy. So incredibly deep.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Master.”
Tarek
I don’t know why she called me that—I haven’t agreed to be her master, but the words feel so right. My cock punches out, painfully thick and my skin turns hot. I don’t need sensor read-outs to feel her heat.
I’ve always felt less-than with my sightlessness. Always needed to be on the defense, extra-prepared for attacks, whether real, or social. But right now, I am the master.
Her body responds to my every touch. So willing, so open. She wriggles beneath me, making tiny cries of pleasure and
it’s all I can do not to veck her four meters into the ground. I free my erection, then pick up her hand and close her small fingers around the base. “Feel what you do to me, little human?” I ask her.
“Tarek,” she breathes.
I could hear my name on her lips every moment of every planet rotation until I die and not grow tired of it. Especially in that breathy, shocked way she just said it.
“That’s right, beautiful. I’m dying to get inside you. Are you going to open those thighs and let me in?”
She inhales sharply and my sensors show her spreading her knees.
“Good girl,” I murmur. I pull off her panties and reward her with a long, slow lick.
She shivers, her muscles tightening around my ears.
“You like that?”