Jurek felt like she had sliced him open and poured acid on his wounds, and he deserved every ounce of it, and then some. He’d never been so ashamed of how he’d treated anyone in his life. She’d stripped herself bare and exposed her inner feelings for him to see. She been thrown into something she hadn’t asked for. Her goal in coming to Earth was to find the only person who’d ever shown her kindness and instead she had been introduced to one tragedy after another. Then when she tries to have a simple conversation with him, he acts like a fucking condescending asshole and tells her what makes her happy doesn’t mean a goddamn thing to anyone but her.
I’m such a fucking worthless piece of shit. How could I treat her like that?
“Liasare, stop. Please don’t leave.” He stared at her, his eyes filled with remorse. “You can’t go without eating. Our food will be arriving any minute, and I’m not letting this go to waste. Take it back to your room if you must, but wait.”
She eyed him for a moment and said, “I seem to have lost my appetite.”
“I didn’t mean to piss you off. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said those things. I guess I just thought a reality check was in order.”
“No shit Jurek. Some reality check. Everything with you is like a bucket of ice cold water in the face.”
Before she knew what hit her, he was holding her and kissing her. And it was one of his knock your socks off kinds of kisses. He was all over her, hands, mouth, taking, demanding and her head was spinning with the ferocity of it. She was on the couch, flat on her back, with him on top. He ran his hand beneath her dress, sliding it along her thigh, massaging it, while he ran his tongue along her neck from her ear to the base of her throat. He spread her legs and began to massage the inside of her thigh, sliding her dress up even further.
Gliding down her body, his mouth took over where his hand had been, kissing, licking and nibbling the inside of her thigh until she thought she would go crazy. He groaned, as if he was in pain, from holding himself in check for so long.
Liasare threaded her fingers through Jurek’s hair, feeling its thick waves as she drew him even closer to her. She knew she wanted more, needed more. His exotic scent fueled her desire, as he continued to push her toward the brink of ultimate pleasure.
Jurek was lost in his passion, tasting Liasare’s pleasure as it built in her. He could feel it surrounding him, and it urged him to go further. Pushing her dress up higher, he slid his fingers under the elastic of her thong and with a quick snap, popped the thing right off of her.
When she felt her panties give way, Liasare sucked in her breath. Raising herself to her elbows, their eyes locked.
Last chance, his thought assailed her.
Was this a challenge, she wondered? Because if so, she was definitely up to it. Reaching for his head, she guided him to her and moaned when his tongue found her, and began its sweet torture. Jurek’s current flowed through her, sending a wave of molten heat coursing through her veins, waking every cell, every nerve ending in her body. She arched her back and called his name. Every angry word that had been shared between them faded away. Just when she thought nothing could feel sweeter, he ran his hands along her hips and back around beneath her, lifting her closer to him, bringing her to climax. Her world shattered into a million stars. She wanted to feel him next to her, his skin on hers, but their clothing was in the way. Suddenly it was gone, ripped away like magic. She smiled knowing Jurek had read her mind. Now she wanted him on top of her so she could feel his heart beating, she wanted his lips on hers; she wanted her hands on him everywhere and his scent on her. Before she could finish the thought, he was there, looming over her, his mouth crushing hers, possessing her, filling her, tasting her.
“You unman me Liasare,” he muttered into her mouth. “You reduce me to a mass of weakened, helpless flesh. I can’t think straight when I’m near you.” He kissed her again, not gently, but aggressively, as if he were marking her as his own. He drew back his head and stared at her for a long moment, his eyes half hidden under a heavy fringe of inky lashes, “Don’t ever think about leaving here. I won’t allow it. Ever. Under any circumstance.”
He rolled off of her, stood and stared at her. “How did you remove our clothes Liasare?”
Standing there naked, he was the most magnificent thing Liasare had ever seen. Not hesitating a second, she moved before him and touched him. Her shyness was absent for a change, and she had always wanted this, nothing but this. She dipped her fingers along the steps of the muscles on his abdomen, feeling the indentations and planes, reveling in the tautness of them. Running her hands from his abs to his chest, she felt the sculpted muscles flex beneath her hands as he moved. She didn’t stop there. Walking around until she was directly behind him, she traced the muscles of his shoulders, back and finally his spectacular ass. When she was finished inspecting and touching him, she faced him again, leaned into him and wrapped her arms around him.
“You didn’t answer me. How did you remove our clothes?” he asked as he enfolded her within his arms.
“I didn’t; you did.”
“No, Liasare. I certainly did not. Although I’ll confess the thought crossed my mind, I was too busy with ... other things.”
She looked up at him, her face turning a vivid shade of pink and she blurted out, “What? You mean you didn’t do that?”
He sliced his head once to the left and then back again.
Her brow furrowed, and she tried to back out of his hold.
“Oh no you don’t. Tell me what’s going on here. The truth Liasare because if you don’t, you know damn well I’ll get it out of you anyway.”
“When you were ... when your tongue was ... oh God this is embarrassing.”
“Now you’re embarrassed? Liasare, my tongue has traveled over nearly every inch of your body, and in places I would venture to guess you rarely touch yourself, and now you get embarrassed?”
“Stop! I can’t help it, okay? I’m sorry I’m this way. I just am. I don’t normally have men’s tongues lapping at my innermost sacred places.”
“I should hope not and don’t you ever think of allowing any other man to do that, do you understand me?”
“Oh, cut the macho crap already will you? If you haven’t figured out by now that I’m not that kind of girl, then you are an idiot!”
Their eyes bored into each other and an unspoken battle erupted. He seemed to tell her that she would find out exactly what kind of idiot he was if she thought to test him in that arena. She seemed to challenge his authority, as he stood in front of her with his hackles raised.
“Answer me then. How the fuck did you do it?”
“I’m not sure. Like I said, when you were, ah, yeah, down there,” she dropped her eyes, but he quickly halted her movement.
“Look at me when you speak,” he purred.
She opened her eyes and felt her face spike with heat. Clearing her throat, she continued, “When you were ... when I was ... why are you doing this to me?”
“I’m trying to find out how you did this, dammit. Quit squirming and answer the fucking question.”
She tried to twist out of his grasp, but it was ironclad. Her eyes shot back to his and she decided to be brutally honest. “When your tongue was bringing me the most unbelievable ecstasy I had ever experienced, the only thing I could think of was that I wanted to feel you next to me, to feel your skin on mine. Not our stupid clothes. As soon as the thought entered my head, the clothes flew off so I assumed you’d read my mind. I didn’t think I did it.”
“What about my body?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, now truly puzzled.
“When our clothes disappeared there was a force that pulled me over you, on top of you. Was that something you wanted as well?”
If Liasare could have looked in a mirror, she was sure her face would have been a mottled shade of purple. Of course she had wanted him on top of her, but she didn’t think she had actually made him move there.
“Yes,�
� she mumbled, “I did. And I wanted to feel your heart beat next to mine, I wanted you to kiss me and if I could have, I would have crawled inside of you and somehow cradled your heart within my hands. Now that I’ve bared my soul to you, do you plan on mocking me, humiliating me or yelling at me?” Standing tall as a soldier, head held high, she waited for his response.
Bending down, he picked up her dress and said, “I would never mock or humiliate you for sharing those feelings with me. I think you need to get dressed. Our dinner is probably here and we need to have a talk. Something is happening that I’m not sure even I can explain.”
Her feelings were so muddled right now, for she was exhausted, physically and mentally, she was frightened of a role she’d been chosen to fulfill but was uncertain she’d be able to do it with any success, and she was also emotionally attached to the man who stood next to her and had every nerve ending in her body rising in anticipation of his touch.
“That’s it? Get dressed because our dinner is here?” now she was pissed. “I think you can go and have a lovely dinner by your own self, Jurek.”
“Liasare, please get dressed. We have things we need to discuss.”
“I don’t think so. I think we’re done discussing. You’re an ass, you know that?” Frustration lacing her words, she finally said, “Look, I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired, scared, and quite honestly, you do things to me that sometimes I’m ill equipped to deal with. My body responds to you in ways that, well, I can’t even explain it to myself. I’m in a constant state of denial and it’s making me crazy.”
“What do you mean denial?”
“Seriously? For God’s sake Jurek, every time you’re near me, I’m in a heightened state of arousal, and then you deny me any satisfaction. I’m like an explosive, getting ready to go off at any second.”
“I never deny you satisfaction.”
“What? You always deny me satisfaction. You refuse to have sex with me.”
“That’s because I’m protecting you. But I do other things to satisfy you.”
“I know, but I want you. Among those other things. I like those other things too. But Jurek, I. Want. You!” her eyes held his and he felt them touching his soul. Her lips parted and he could hear her breaths as it came out in short puffs.
The dress he held in his hand was gone in a flash. “Did you do that?” Liasare asked him.
He shook his head to the left one time, right before he all but pounced on her. He was kissing her all over, licking her, trailing his tongue along her hipbones. He slid down her body and kissed each leg, all the way to the bottoms of each of her feet, massaging them and then returning to her inner thighs, where he nibbled a path to the juncture of her legs. Spreading them wide, he ran his tongue along her and she moaned as she grabbed his head, pulling him closer. His tongue swirled and delved into her, hitting that perfect spot until she cried out his name again and again. When her climax finally faded, he moved up and pulled her on top of him and began a slow, sensual dance with his tongue and hers. He tasted her sweetness and ran his tongue along her lower lip, as she kissed him back, nibbling on his lip in return. “I can’t get enough of your taste Liasare.”
She moved over him and twisted her fingers in his hair, as she pulled her mouth from him. “I love the way you smell and the way your tongue makes me feel Jurek. But I still want you. Inside of me.”
She slid down his body and began kissing his chest, his abs and she spent quite a long time tracing the outline of that gorgeous tattoo on his hip with her tongue. She used her teeth and lips until she had him groaning and making those sexy sounds in the back of his throat that turned her on so much. Then she inched her way down his body.
“Liasare,” he rasped. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing I don’t want to do,” she said as she took him into her mouth, sliding her tongue over his velvety skin as he groaned her name. His breathing accelerated which spurred her on, taking her strokes to a rhythm that matched it. She lifted her eyes to look at him and just as she did, he moaned in pleasure seeing her watching him. Liasare felt her sex respond as he withdrew from her mouth right before he climaxed. He grabbed her arms pulling her on top of him, and they shared a wet, wild and lush kiss. Holding her tightly, he flipped them and began kissing her cheeks, lips and then nuzzling her neck.
“Oh Liasare,” he said, breathing into her neck. “I want to be inside of you more than I can say.” His words were spoken so quietly, she didn’t think she heard him correctly.
“What did you say?”
He lifted himself up to his elbows and whispered, “I want to be inside of you more than I can say.”
“Jurek, I don’t understand.”
“If we do this there are things that can happen, things that could put you at great risk. Part of my power could shift to you and that could kill you. If by some miracle it didn’t, you could also be vulnerable to my enemies. Once we bind together, and my power is fused in you, my enemies can track me through you. I’m immortal and you aren’t. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you because of me. The risks are too great for something such as this ... a night of pleasure Liasare.”
She cupped his faced between her hands. “Don’t you think it’s only fair that I have a say in this? It’s my life after all.”
“Yes, but I already know what you’re going to say. And I’m not willing to take that chance when we can have nights like this, beautiful nights together with you naked in my arms, allowing me to pleasure you. And if the day arrives when the universe is safe again, then we’ll move to the next step.”
“I won’t feel like you’re mine though.”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“If we don’t make love, I won’t feel like we belong to each other.”
“Oh Liasare. Don’t ever make that mistake. You are one hundred and fifty percent mine. And if anyone tries to take you away from me, I’ll kill them,” he swore.
“What about me? Do I have those same rights where you’re concerned?”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “So you think I’m out picking up other women? Is that what you’re asking me?” He was out of bed in a flash, eyes blazing silver, anger rolling off of him.
“Let’s get one thing straight right now. You and me, nothing and no one comes between us. I don’t sleep around on my women. And I expect the same. If I find out differently, you’ll regret it, understand?”
“Jurek, I had to ask.”
“Why? I’m here every night, or on Lare-Stell. Or Vesturon. You always know where I am. You don’t trust me yet. I know. I get that. But dammit Liasare, when have I given you cause to think for one second that I’d fuck around on you?”
Liasare didn’t have a good answer for that. “I’m always confused around you. I can’t help it!”
“You’re confused because of you, not because of me. I’ve been straight up with you from the start.”
“What? How so? You’ve sent me mixed signals from day one!”
“No, I haven’t. That’s where you’re wrong. I told you we couldn’t have sex. Yes, we’ve played around and I’ve made you feel good, or I’ve tried anyway. I’m sorry we haven’t done the final deed, but I’ve been up front about that from the start. But I have not hidden the fact that I’ve desired you from the first time I laid eyes on you. I’m sorry you’re confused, but that wasn’t my fault. And why didn’t you come to me and ask me?”
Again, she didn’t have a good response.
“I don’t know. Maybe I was shy. I’m inexperienced with men. I don’t know how I’m supposed to act. I’m inexperienced with every damn thing. You ought to know that by now. I screw everything up. And my body has such a weird reaction to you. Like it knows when you’re around. My nerve endings perk up like you wouldn’t believe, I can barely think straight. Sometimes I think I want to have sex with you just to help me think properly again.”
She looked at him and he was smiling. “I do that to your body?”
“Yes!
No wonder I’m always so discombobulated.”
He looked like that cat that swallowed the canary. The ass was actually gloating! She should never have told him that, dammit.
“Has another man ever made you feel this way?”
“No!”
“Not even your Shandro?”
“No, and he’s not my Shandro!”
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