Stolen by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 7)

I put my hands on his legs for support and lean in. His cock is so large that I have to open wide to get my mouth aroun

d it, but it’s not uncomfortable. His skin is soft, and he tastes neutral, with the same clean woodsy scent that I get from his body.

“Suck it and then release and lick,” he orders me. “Then suck again. Like that.”

I do it, and he takes my head in his hands to guide my motions.

He’s firm but not harsh, and as I get into a rhythm, his grip tightens in my hair.

“Veck Kailani, I’m going to come,” he mutters.

I suck harder, eager to have this powerful warrior come apart under my ministrations.

With a guttural cry, his cock stiffens, and a spurt of hot fluid coats my tongue. Startled, I swallow—it’s mild and sweet.

I pull back to breathe and, working on instinct, use my hand to continue squeezing his cock as his body tightens, and he spasms in my grip, over and over again.

“It’s rainbow!” I exclaim. Even in the dim light from the fire, the swirl of fantastic colors boggles my mind.

He doesn’t reply but gives one groan of pleasure and then sighs, a long deep sound of satisfaction.

“Kailani, that was amazing,” he murmurs, running his hand through my curls. He cups my shoulder with his palm, his eyes shut.

Seeing him like this, exposed and open to me, makes my heart melt.

Before I can respond, he opens his eyes and smiles. “Now that you finished your lesson, it’s time for a reward.”

He’s all action, once again. “Back on your rock, little one,” he orders, putting me back onto the high stone. “Legs nice and wide for my tongue.”

I obey eagerly. This time when he puts his lips to my body, it’s even more delightful. His movements drive me insane within minutes, and soon I’m squirming.

“Khrys, please, may I come?” I beg.

He chuckles into my body. “Not yet. One more moment.”

“But I can’t wait!” I’m getting desperate.

“Try hard,” he suggests. “Or else I’ll have to spank you again. It’s just part of learning to obey.”

I don’t want another spanking—I want the pleasure. So I focus on holding it off.

Finally, the sensation is too strong. “Khrys!” I wail.

“Come, little warrior,” he commands, and I do. My whole body contorts as the explosions start and keep coming, over and over.

I hum and squeal and push myself into his obliging mouth to draw out every last drop of pleasure, and when the peak is over, I collapse forward.

He grabs me and cradles me in his arms.

“Look at you, all decorated with my cum,” he murmurs, sitting by the fire and putting the blanket back over us. “Stars, how I like the look of you.”

I’m so out of my mind with residual pleasure that I don’t even really listen. I just lie in his arms, limp and completely satisfied, listening to the rain and the crackling of the fire, feeling his warm arms around me.

This is the best and safest I’ve felt in... forever.

Chapter 7

Kailani