Unable to explain how she knew this, Lucy returned his kiss, opening herself to him completely. He could have sucked out her soul and she wouldn’t have cared. As his hand slid through her hair to cup the back of her head, his tongue slipped past her lips, making her feel not so much invaded or plundered as savored. Groaning as his hands slid to the small of her back, he pulled her tightly against his hard cock.
Lucy’s knees threatened to give way beneath her. Noting the smoothness of his skin, she recalled having heard that Zetithian men didn’t grow beards. Some women might have preferred the roughness, but Lucy wasn’t one of them; she liked Tarq just the way he was. She raised a tentative hand to his silky hair. As her fingers threaded through his thick curls, she felt herself becoming lost, forgetting herself, her family—everything but the way he made her feel.
“I’m sure this is beautiful,” he said, tugging at her gown. “But I don’t want anything between us.”
Lucy nodded and he pulled it off over her head with practiced ease. Knowing herself to be generously built, Lucy held her breath as she waited for his reaction.
She needn’t have worried; if he didn’t like her body, it certainly didn’t show. With a low growl he scooped her up in his arms and propelled her backward onto her bed with a speed that made it feel like an attack, but it was softened by his purring and the hot swipe of his tongue across her nipple. Breathing hard, he nipped at her with his fangs until she finally got the nerve to touch him again. With a tentative hand, she smoothed the hair back from his face, combing her fingers through his long blond locks. Her passion overcame her then and her hands knotted into fists as she pulled his head toward her mouth.
As if this was the signal he’d been waiting for, Tarq let out a snarl and pounced. Their lips fused, and Lucy felt his hands everywhere—seeking, delving, caressing. If Lucy had been afraid he would find her unappealing, that fear evaporated. Whether he was giving it away or whether he was paid, he was certainly convincing. Lucy would come away from this night feeling that she’d had his undivided attention and had aroused his passions like no other before her.
He teased the tip of her tongue with his own, and, following his lead, she gave it right back to him. A slick gush wet her thighs; Lucy would never have guessed that the mere mating of tongues could cause such a reaction, but it did something even more remarkable to Tarq.
He must have felt it or smelled it because he wrestled free of her grip on his hair and dove headfirst into her core. She could feel the roughness of his tongue, the softness of his lips, and his hot breath stoking the fire that sizzled between her thighs. He seemed to have gone insane with need—growling, purring, and snarling as he licked her vaginal lips and then thrust inside. His body tightened and his movements became increasingly erratic—like a starving man licking the remnants of pudding from a bowl or a shark in the midst of a feeding frenzy. When he pulled out to suckle her clit, Lucy stifled a scream as the pressure building there reached a terrifying peak before crashing all around her. Her eyes flew open in amazement as he teased her to yet another summit.
“Lucy,” he panted. “I can’t wait anymore…”
Not even pausing for her response, Tarq took aim and pierced her with his hard, hot cock in one swift thrust. Letting out an involuntary yelp from the sharp sting of pain as he broke through, she took the full length of him inside as the pain was instantly replaced by the incredible pleasure of being filled by him.
A fist hammered on her door and tried the knob, which Lucy had thankfully thought to lock. “What the hell is going on in there?” her father demanded.
“Nothing,” Lucy gasped. “Just stubbed my toe in the dark.”
She heard him muttering something about her being stupid and clumsy, but nothing
Lucy’s knees threatened to give way beneath her. Noting the smoothness of his skin, she recalled having heard that Zetithian men didn’t grow beards. Some women might have preferred the roughness, but Lucy wasn’t one of them; she liked Tarq just the way he was. She raised a tentative hand to his silky hair. As her fingers threaded through his thick curls, she felt herself becoming lost, forgetting herself, her family—everything but the way he made her feel.
“I’m sure this is beautiful,” he said, tugging at her gown. “But I don’t want anything between us.”
Lucy nodded and he pulled it off over her head with practiced ease. Knowing herself to be generously built, Lucy held her breath as she waited for his reaction.
She needn’t have worried; if he didn’t like her body, it certainly didn’t show. With a low growl he scooped her up in his arms and propelled her backward onto her bed with a speed that made it feel like an attack, but it was softened by his purring and the hot swipe of his tongue across her nipple. Breathing hard, he nipped at her with his fangs until she finally got the nerve to touch him again. With a tentative hand, she smoothed the hair back from his face, combing her fingers through his long blond locks. Her passion overcame her then and her hands knotted into fists as she pulled his head toward her mouth.
As if this was the signal he’d been waiting for, Tarq let out a snarl and pounced. Their lips fused, and Lucy felt his hands everywhere—seeking, delving, caressing. If Lucy had been afraid he would find her unappealing, that fear evaporated. Whether he was giving it away or whether he was paid, he was certainly convincing. Lucy would come away from this night feeling that she’d had his undivided attention and had aroused his passions like no other before her.
He teased the tip of her tongue with his own, and, following his lead, she gave it right back to him. A slick gush wet her thighs; Lucy would never have guessed that the mere mating of tongues could cause such a reaction, but it did something even more remarkable to Tarq.
He must have felt it or smelled it because he wrestled free of her grip on his hair and dove headfirst into her core. She could feel the roughness of his tongue, the softness of his lips, and his hot breath stoking the fire that sizzled between her thighs. He seemed to have gone insane with need—growling, purring, and snarling as he licked her vaginal lips and then thrust inside. His body tightened and his movements became increasingly erratic—like a starving man licking the remnants of pudding from a bowl or a shark in the midst of a feeding frenzy. When he pulled out to suckle her clit, Lucy stifled a scream as the pressure building there reached a terrifying peak before crashing all around her. Her eyes flew open in amazement as he teased her to yet another summit.
“Lucy,” he panted. “I can’t wait anymore…”
Not even pausing for her response, Tarq took aim and pierced her with his hard, hot cock in one swift thrust. Letting out an involuntary yelp from the sharp sting of pain as he broke through, she took the full length of him inside as the pain was instantly replaced by the incredible pleasure of being filled by him.
A fist hammered on her door and tried the knob, which Lucy had thankfully thought to lock. “What the hell is going on in there?” her father demanded.
“Nothing,” Lucy gasped. “Just stubbed my toe in the dark.”
She heard him muttering something about her being stupid and clumsy, but nothing
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