She kept the pressure on and moved her lips over his, exploring. The heat of him began to permeate her clothes, warming her like fire. Gripping the arm pinning her to the pallet for better purchase, she pushed the tip of her tongue out to lick at him, only a little. He opened up to her, and their tongues met and twined, their mouths fused, licking deep, sucking, mating. The drum of her heart was heating up her blood, making it run faster in her veins, building the carnal hunger inside.
He broke off their kiss and trailed her throat with his open mouth, leaving behind a wet trail. He bit her skin and sucked it in, forcing a long moan from her. She could feel herself swelling between her legs.
Zoark made an uncoordinated move to sit up but fell back. “Take off your dress,” he ordered roughly.
Addie sat up and pulled it over her head. The dress had become an inconvenience against her skin. She was glad to lose it and wanted nothing in the way of his hands, his mouth.
Her breasts swung free.
“This, too.” He pointed at her underwear.
Off it went, leaving Addie only in her soft boots.
His eyes feasted on her naked body and his hands roamed free, palming her breasts, rubbing her nipples, kneading her belly and hips.
“You’re beautiful. Do you know how much I want you?” He pulled her down for another kiss, rougher this time, deeper, hungrier. Lifting her up a little he fastened his mouth on her breasts, sucking hard, making pleasure shoot in painful sparks from the nipples straight to her belly. Addie bit her lip to stifle her moans, dimly remembering how acute For hearing was. The teepee’s walls, multilayered as they were, offered only the most basic soundproofing.
Rearing back, she made her nipple pop out of his mouth, berry-red and swollen, glistening in the subdued light.
He latched on the underside of her breast, scraping her skin with his teeth lightly. It was almost too much, this tight cocoon of pleasure that was getting tighter.
“Let me see you.” She pulled at the hem of his shirt indicating what she wanted.
He struggled to sit up, to complete the simplest task of pulling the garment off, and failed.
“Shh, I’ll do it, just help me.” Addie worked to pull the material from under his back, and he wiggled to lift his weight off of it, all the while caressing her body, reaching for her inner thighs, threading his fingers in the hair between them with shameless abandon.
His torso was as delicious as Addie remembered, the heavy frame covered by a surprising layer of muscle. He had taught tawny skin. The scars marred his right shoulder, and she leaned to touch her tongue to every one of them, reveling in her freedom to do so, tasting the sweet-smelling musk that was repulsive and attractive at the same time. He tasted divine. She’d been right in her first assessment: He was delicious.
Pulling down the garment the For men wore as a combination of underwear and pants, she released him - big and throbbing. And yes, he was ready. He arched his back when she palmed him, her hand small against the shaft’s girth. Working him up and down with exploratory strokes, she murmured, “Can you find release like this? From me touching you?”
His eyes fastened on her face, smoldered. “You know I can’t,” he said with a mild accusation in his gravelly voice.
“Hmm.” Grasping him tightly, she felt the pulses that ran under the silky skin of his hard cock, almost like a high-voltage electrical current. He wascharged. “But do you like it?”
“I do,” he panted, making a move to rise on his elbows, succeeding, but getting no further.
The feel of so much male potency under her hand, his hot, pleading eyes amplified Addie's hunger. She leaned to kiss his navel, nestled into the soft fur covering his stomach. Letting go of him she rose to her knees and threw a leg over his torso to straddle him.
Two arms came to grip her arms like bands of steel, halting her in mid-air above him. His eyes lost focus and his labored breathing broke its measured cadence.
“We should stop, Samantha. It isn’t right.”
Addie’s heart tripped and fell. “Zoark?” she whispered.
He didn’t reply but continued to stare at her vacantly, a lost expression on his rough-hewn features.
The heart that had tripped gave a hard, painful thud when she understood what he’d revealed in his borderline delirious state. She leaned down as far as the hands holding her allowed.
“If she weren’t dead, I’d hunt her down and kill her myself. She had no right to use your body.”
“It can’t be undone,” he repeated in a hollow voice, lost to the shadows in his mind.
Addie wiggled hard in his hold and he finally relaxed his hands, allowing her to sit down on his thighs. Sex lost its appeal but her body was still thrumming from powerful arousal.
“Zoark! Look at me. Focus. I’m not Samantha! She is dead.”
He blinked slowly and some sense filtered in, sharpening his gaze. “She’s dead,” he repeated, and as his eyes cleared, the heat in them returned.
