He shifted back and down, kissing down her chest between her firm breasts. Her nipples were a deep blue, almost purple. He licked each of her berries, and then suckled one firm tip deep into his mouth, teasing the other with gentle pinches and tugs. “You taste like heaven.”
He moved to her other breast. He imagined their future children that would suckle here. She would be a magnificent mother. He moaned with the thought.
“Oh fuck, Dez. You’re making me gush.” He noted that she liked the vibration of his moan against her tit. Unable to resist, he reached down and dragged his fingers through the lips of her saturated pussy. Noting every twitch, shift, gasp on his heart as he built a record of his mate—her likes, her loves—he would study her until he mastered her pleasure.
Unable to resist, he released her sweet beaded nipple long enough to suck her cream from his fingers. His cock released its own lubrication at the taste. Not enough. He kissed down her belly, moving faster as he got closer to his treasure.
He nudged her legs farther apart with his shoulders and buried his face deep.
“Dez,” she cried.
He thrust his tongue deep inside her and tasted from the source. Her rain became ocean, salty and tangy. More. There could never be enough to satisfy his craving for her. He added his fingers, beckoning her to come. Lips wrapped around her clit, he teased it with the tip of tongue.
Cyra screamed and arched up off the bed as her core clamped down on his fingers. She exploded. He’d done that. His chest swelled, and he lapped up as much as he could, not wanting to waste a drop of her precious liquid. Finally, she went lax.
“I want you inside me, Dez. I love you tongue, your touch, but I want you. All of you.” Her blue eyes burned with need, setting his body on fire.
He slid his wet hand up and down his cock a few times, picking up his own pre-cum to add to the slickness. He tilted his hips forward and put his head at the opening of her—the place he’d dreamed of every time he slept. Tenderly, he rubbed her up and down a couple of times and pressed into her clit. Tentatively, he pressed the tip into her folds. The wet heat invited him in and left him panting to dive inside. But not before she was ready. In and out, slowly, a tiny bit deeper with each pass. The control it required not to plunge into her made his legs shake and his brain fog.
She was begging incoherently. No words were forming, but her tone told him she wanted him as desperately as he did her. He had to give his mate what she required. On the next pass, he didn’t pause, but slowly pushed forward. She expanded to take him in, centimeter by centimeter by centimeter.
She wrapped her legs high around his hips, dragging him deeper. He resisted her pull, continuing his slow, controlled entrance. He would always give her what she needed above what she wanted. Their first time would be slow, an exploration of how they worked together, where the pleasure hid. No way would he risk hurting her with an uncontrolled release of passion. Not this time. If she demanded wild abandon, he would give it to her, but not yet. There was no hurry. His life existed to please her. Finally, seated fully inside her, he held still until she opened her eyes and met his.
His heart clenched, tears pricked his eyes. Her beauty overwhelmed him.
Never breaking eye contact, he rolled his hips, coming out of her a small amount, then back in. Slowly, the momentum built. His thrusts came faster with each pass, her legs still locked around him. Their gazes never faltered.
The pleasure was too much. He shuddered as her eyes fluttered closed. He pressed his fingers to her clit, and she clenched around him like a vice, milking his hot release from his throbbing cock. Would his seed prove fertile? She would probably shoot him out an airlock if she knew what he was hoping. He kissed her, prepared to overcome that resistance too should the fates grant him such an opportunity.
“Dez.” She blinked up at him. “I don’t think I can feel my lips.”
He laughed. “Which ones.”
“Neither. My body went to space again. How do you do that? You send me into the stars.”
“You are always among the stars, my queen. You are the sun and I am the planet held in your thrall.”
She kissed him. A sweet smile plastered on her face when she closed her eyes. Dez left her body regretfully. If he could find a way to live between her legs, he would do it. He settled for wrapping his warm body around her cooler one and held her tight to him as she slept.
Dez woke to empty arms.
She’d left.
That didn’t bode well. Their night of spectacular love making should have changed things. Should have made her finally admit that she was his mate. Her absence had him suspecting he’d been unsuccessful at changing her mind.
There was no time to wallow in his misery. He had a crew to feed, dogs to train, and a mate to seduce. He would continue on the path that had led her to his bed. She might have been able to leave, but he was going to do his damnedest to make sure she ended up spending every night they had together with him. He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t. He believed in true fated mates.
Chapter35
Cyra sat at the table,eating the breakfast Dez had prepared. She refused to give her crew any insight as to what had happened in Dez’s quarters. She asked them questions like a captain should. Unfortunately, she couldn’t seem to focus on their answers. The things Dez had done to her body kept playing through her mind like a video. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her and her worst mistake. She had to find a way to keep him at arm's length if she was going to keep her sanity and stay focused on her goals. She couldn’t let one night of fucking ruin her entire life.
It hadn’t beenfuckingthough. It had been the most intense lovemaking she’d ever experienced. She didn’t know sex could be like that. Maybe it wasn’t like that with anyone else but Dez.
That would be horrible.
To have tasted and never taste again. To have seen color and now be blind. To have sailed weightless amongst the stars only to be forever grounded. She refused to believe it. Dez was just a young virile male. Yes, they seemed to have a connection, one he insisted was once in a lifetime, but she traveled the galaxies. She would find it again, or something like it. It would be good enough.
“Cyra? Hello, Cyra? Anybody there?” Rhysa was waving a hand in front of her face.
