“You don’t taste sober.”
“Alcohol burns off in my system super-fast. Right now, I’m experiencing a bit of a sugar high, but even that will pass in a few more minutes. I promise, Dez, I know what I’m doing.”
She was destroying him in the best possible way. “And you want this? You want to be with me?”
“Desperately. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since?—”
He couldn’t make her beg. “I need you so much, my queen.”
Cyra leaned into him and kissed him again. Hunger clawed at him. He let her claim his lips and his tongue. They were hers. His hands moved over her body, caressing and mapping the lines and curves that made her uniquely Cyra. He ran his fingers gently through her dark locks that were soft as silk, like water flowing through his hands. Her shifting caresses covered his body.
“Too many clothes.” He had to touch her skin. It had been too many days. He released her while still giving her his mouth. He pulled the bottom of his shirt up to his chest. Cyra followed his actions and tore the shirt out of his hands and over his head.
Finally, his mate’s hands were on his skin. He came alive under her restless touch with electric awareness of every millimeter of her path. She stroked his chest following the lines of his natural tattoos that were a testament of his belonging to her. She didn’t understand exactly how critical to his health she was. He would explain it to her when the time was right. Later.
She was stroked the sides of abdomen, squeezing his sides and embracing his body so tightly as if she was trying to find a way inside him. He’d gladly take her in. She moved her hands lower to his hips. Her fingers found the indents of the muscles and traced the v-shape down toward the waistband of his pants. She released him and grabbed his pants ripping them apart. He didn’t care, he could fix them tomorrow. He struggled to toe his shoes off his feet as he pulled his pants down his legs. The conflicting action sent him careening to the floor in a heap. She freed her tangled limbs a moment before she followed.
Barely upright her hands went to her gaping mouth. “Oh my god! Dez, are you okay?”
Dez met her worried gaze and laughed. He was sure he was a sight. His naked ass pointed in the air, his pants around his knees and one of his shoes half on. Cyra’s tentative giggles blossomed into full-blown laughter. She lowered herself to the floor and clung to him.
“In a hurry, my queen?”
She sucked in a steadying breath. “I’m so sorry.”
“Let me finish getting undressed and I will join you on the bed.”
“Good idea.” She stood, letting the rest of her clothes fall to the floor with his.
Dez pulled off the remaining shoe. He attempted to rise as gracefully as possible after sliding his pants completely off.
Cyra sighed. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“I’m pleased that you find me so, my queen.” Dez clasped her hand and brought it to his lips.
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because you are the ruler of my world. You are my queen. I am your humble servant.”
“You aren’t my servant, Dez. If it was up to me, you wouldn’t be anyone’s servant.” The anger in her tone touched his heart.
“It is our way. We revere our mates. They provide life and we must, as their males, provide for them.” He sat next to her on his narrow bed. “There’s nothing I would not do for you, Cyra.”
“Would you make love to me, Dez?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Beginning with her beautiful blue feet, he kissed his way up her leg to her hip. He stopped, knowing what she wanted but increasing her anticipation by making her wait. He returned to the beginning with her other foot. He savored the taste of her, the feel of her skin. She was cool to his touch and slightly salty. He craved more. He would never get enough.
Cyra spread her legs farther apart. Her core opened to him, so dark and inviting. Not yet. First, he would build her arousal until she was as hungry for him as he was for her. He ached to be inside her. But he could wait to give his mate something he suspected she’d never had before. He would give her undivided attention and unselfish pleasure.
If what he understood about her relationship with Captain Auvi was true, her needs had never been first. It had only been about what Auvi required to launch his ship. And whatever Varik had done, the selfish bastard set a low bar, one that Dez was about to raise to astronomical heights. No one would ever please his mate like him. She wouldn’t want anyone else to try.
He took her hand and sucked the tip of each digit. He licked between her fingers and cherished her muscular arm all the way to her neck. He nibbled her there for a moment when she giggled. He noted the ticklish spot.
“Please, Dez,” she begged.
“Yes, my queen. I will give you everything you need. Everything I have is yours. Let me love you.” He repeated his attentions to her other hand and arm while caressing her breast with his other hand. The peak stiffened under his fingers. He nibbled at her neck. She was delicious. He could spend a lifetime just tasting her skin. She smelled like water, like the rain that fell on his home planet. He wanted her scent all over his body, and he shifted until every possible bit of his skin was against hers. She moaned and her moisture poured from her core coating his cock, making him wet before he’d even entered her.
