Stolen by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 7)

Already I feel better—he was right about the wet clothes making me colder. I clutch the blanket tightly to my chest with criss-crossed fists.

“I have a few nutrition tubes for you. Start with this and see if you want more.” He hands me one full of a gel that I suck down eagerly.

“You don’t need it?” I recall that I haven’t see

n him eat anything in the time we’ve been together.

“Zandians require the crystalline energy of our planet for survival. We eat only once every ten planet rotations.”

I shake my head at the second tube. “I’m good for now. Thank you.”

He touches my leg softly through the blanket, his fingers lingering. “Good.” His eyes meet mine, and he smiles.

A slow burn works its way from the point of contact, his fingers on my body, up to my core. He places his palm onto my leg, possessive.

“Khrys?” My voice comes out husky. I shift my thighs.

He steps back.

“I’ll lay your clothing out on these rocks at the back of the cave,” he says, taking an armful of sodden cloth into the darkness. “There are dry branches back here we can use for a fire. That will help.”

I’m glad to hear it, but my eyes adjust fast. When I see him start to strip, my heart pounds a little harder. This Zandian has a magnificent body, and I can’t deny the effect he has on me, even in these circumstances.

When he comes back with thick pieces of wood shedding bark and dust, he works fast: Using something from his shoulder bag, he has a fire going not too far from the front of the cave entrance.

“And now we’ll warm up.” He stands in front of me, all chiseled muscles lit up from the flickering of the fire. He lifts me from the rock and settles us down together a few feet from the flames.

“Come.” He pulls me into his lap and rearranges the blanket to cover us both like a tent. “We need to warm up.”

Outside our cave, the storm gathers force as we huddle together, our bodies warming little by little. The rain and hail together are a fearsome combination, but thank stars, they’re falling straight down.

“If wind blew that into our cave, I don’t know what would happen.” I nestle into Khrys’ arms, craving the comfort he brings.

A twig snaps and sends up a shower of sparks, and the warmth from the fire and his body soothe me.

“We got lucky.” He wraps his arms around me.

His strong, muscular arms with his smooth purple skin.

Naked purple skin.

Entirely naked.

I feel his hard cock push into my backside, and the urgent need between my thighs grows stronger. I make a small moan in my throat and push myself into his body. With intent.

“We are lucky, aren’t we?” I run my hand along his thigh.

My heart races with nerves and arousal. I’m being so bold, so forward. Surely it isn’t my place to offer myself like this? All I know is that my body craves him, and I don’t have the power to resist.

He growls and bites my neck. “Ah, Kailani, you’re driving me crazy.” His voice is a low rumble. His cock is even harder now. I know he wants me, too.

“Show me how crazy.” I twist myself around and look up at his face. “Khrys.”

He laughs. “Be careful what you ask for, little warrior.”

“Do you think I can’t handle it?”

“Well, let’s see.” He raises a brow. “Do you want to find out?”