“Scared.”
He didn’t know he was going to say that until the word came out of his mouth, but it was appropriate.
“You can’t know this, but that growling voice does it for me,” she said, rubbing her pelvis against his belly. “I trust you not to hurt me, but I have an idea that might make you more confident. Among humans, there’s this thing called a safe word. If I say it, everything stops. Unless I say that word, you can trust I’m enjoying everything we’re doing even if I’m screaming at the top of my lungs or telling you to stop.”
Yes, he liked that. A fail safe that would clearly tell him if he’d gone too far.
Han moaned, pressed her hot center harder against him, and dropped her head back. “Oh, damn, that rumble is perfect. Don’t stop.”
He’d started a sensual, sexual rumble and hadn’t realized it.
“Word!” he demanded. He either needed to keep touching her or leave the room right then. There was no middle ground.
He could tell it took Han a moment to focus past her pleasure. He understood perfectly. Finally she met his gaze.
“Right, I need a safe word. Um, how aboutendie? It was the word we’d use as kids to tell everyone to stop playing because something was wrong.”
“Endie,” he repeated, making sure he could say the unfamiliar human word.
“Yes, that’s the…oh!”
Now that they had a word, he shoved her up against the wall again. Putting his hands under her ass, he moved her up a little so he could lave his tongue over her breasts again.
He needed her taste in his mouth as much as he needed his next breath.
Her legs loosened around his waist and her eyes closed again. This time when he sucked on her nipple and she let out a little cry, he ignored it.
Now that he didn’t need to worry about hurting her, that primal part of him took complete control. All her sounds were his to take.
He sucked, licked, and mouthed Han’s breasts, feeding on her every gasp. The slight scent he’d noticed earlier got stronger. Only that smell pulled his attention away from her chest.
Lifting her higher, he buried his face between her legs, pulling that delicious scent deep into his lungs.
“Zeph, let me…or you can do that!”
He was too impatient to set her down. He sank his teeth into the cloth of her pants and ripped them away from her body. The fabric separated and hung in shreds, revealing another tight layer wrapped around her privates.
Later they’d talk about all these layers; right now he simply slipped a sharp tooth under the edge of the thin fabric at her waist and ripped it off. She let out a little gasp then cried out when he buried his face against the soft curls there.
When he licked his mouth over the seam, it separated to reveal hot, wet flesh.
Shifting her legs so they were resting over his shoulders, he pressed his mouth close to taste her.
She was the most exquisite thing he’d ever had in his mouth. Greedy to consume all her nectar, he licked and sucked. He found her hole and pressed his long tongue inside.
She writhed and made all kinds of whimpering noises interspersed with gasps or the nickname she’d given him. He liked the way she moaned the single syllable, as if it was a plea and praise.
As he explored, he found a little nub. Curious, he sucked it into his mouth. Han’s reaction was immediate. She grabbed his head and pressed him harder against her.
She was panting and shaking.
“No one has ever…oh, fuck! Zeph!”
Her back bowed, and warm, sweet slick covered his neck and chest. She was marking him with her oil just like he wanted to mark her with his!
He kept working the nub, making her writhe and whimper. He didn’t stop until she let go of his head and dropped her head back against the wall.
“Damn, that was amazing,” she whispered, breathing heavily, her words a little slurred.
