Tears stung her eyes. “It isn’t right.”
He frowned, half-in and half-out of consciousness. “Why not?”
“You don’t want it.”
“But that’s all I want. I’m sick from the want.”
He pulled her closer and she helplessly rubbed herself against him.
Addie struggled to put the distressing image of Zoark, wounded and powerless yet still luscious and virile, on his back, restless and hurting under the faceless Samantha’s seeking, insistent hands. Oh, she understood why Samantha wanted him. But she was aghast at the women’s audacity, at her having taken what wasn’t freely given.
Zoark’s hands moved back to cup her breasts, and she arched to give him better access.
It had happened, and there was no going back for Zoark after he had been tapped. Withholding sex now would do more damage than help. He needed a woman, and if Addie was a woman at hand to grant him relief and power, so be it.
“You have me,” she whispered, melting into him.
He clasped her waist and pulled her forward and up, then gently set her down on his engorged length.
Addie’s mouth formed a soundless O.
“I do now,” he said with a sigh. And throbbed, releasing.
She felt the seed shoot out of him and hit her inside walls.
She gave him a few moments to settle and leaned to kiss him gently on the lips. But the return kiss he gave her was far from post-coital. There was still the heat and insistence, and he buckled under her, pumping, prompting her to move.
Addie couldn't stop herself from moving with him. The heat and the delicious length of him stretching her, the abundant wetness that made their joining so buttery slick.
“You came.”
“I will come again.”
“You can do that twice?”
“Many times.”
She moved then, up and down, and moaned. “How many?”
“As many as you want.” He nudged her hard.
Closing her eyes, wiping all thought from her head, Addie gave in to the endless pleasure his body generated within hers. She rode him, supported by the firm hold of his hands around her waist, until the tight band holding her together got too tight and snapped, hurling her into a shattering orgasm. She dimly registered him swell and pulse within her two, three more times, filling her with his seed, gluing them together till the end of time…
Chapter 29
In the aftermath, she collapsed onto his chest and lay there replete, hot, and sticky, listening to the even beat of his heart and the cadence of his deep breathing.
When her own heart rate slowed down and her skin began to cool, she lifted her head, moved the mass of her tangled hair from her face, and looked at him.
In repose, Zoark’s face smoothed out, and even with his eyes closed, he appeared more formidable than she’d known him to look. The air of control was gathering around him like swirling fog. That inner energy of his, always so distorted, was slowly converging into a honed precision.
Addie carefully slid off his body. His arm tightened reflexively and relaxed. She gathered and threw on her clothes, and slid out of his teepee, a raging storm of emotions inside her chest too strong to cover up, and she needed time alone to let it settle.
The Ihr sun was already shining its greenish nightlight as Addie made her way to a Jat sand puddle some ways out of the settlement. Her Yuux, having settled in for the night on top of Zoark’s tent, were not happy when she emerged. They flew up and dutifully followed her to the puddle, but it was silent progress, with none of their usual antics and chirping. She bore the brunt of their disapproval with poise.
She was sore from their multiple couplings, and she was tired, devoid of all energy. She felt muddled up, fragmented. The hard inner core that had held her essence together suddenly liquified, leaving her wobbling around in unfamiliar territory. She didn’t know what she felt. Couldn’t identify it.
Her internal struggles were so intense that she nearly bumped into Qalae who appeared right in front of her.
