Zyen: Science Fiction Romance (Enigma Series Book 10)

by Ditter Kellen

  Carmen softly cried out with the feel of his sex grinding against her most sensitive place.

  Zyen eventually retracted his fangs from her throat and slid his mouth up to cover hers.

  He kissed her like a man starved, as if he couldn’t get enough. And, God, Carmen never wanted him to stop. She wanted to crawl inside him and drown in his seductive essence.

  Breaking off the kiss, Carmen sat up and gripped the hem of her tank top, staring into Zyen’s hooded gaze.

  He watched her through passion-filled eyes, telling her without words that he would never harm her, never betray her.

  She slowly lifted the shirt over her head and dropped it somewhere behind her.

  Zyen’s eyes darkened as he took in her bared breasts. But he made no sudden movements; his arms remained at his sides. “I have never beheld a more beautiful sight, Carmen. I ache for you.”

  Carmen leaned down and took hold of his hands. She brought them to her breasts, a soft sound escaping her with the first touch of his calloused palms brushing against her nipples.

  More wetness flooded her thighs.

  Zyen’s hands shook as he explored her softness. He reached behind her, tugged her down, and closed his mouth around her tender breast.

  “Oh, God,” Carmen groaned, never imagining anything could feel better than the pressure of Zyen sucking her nipple into his mouth.

  He nipped and sucked, laving her with his tongue before switching to the other breast and giving it equal amounts of attention.

  Carmen couldn’t take it any longer. She raised up, forcing her breast to pop free of his lips, and reached for the ties on his vest.

  She unlaced it with no problem, baring his chest to her gaze. He lifted slightly to allow her to remove it.

  Running her palms over his massive chest, Carmen felt powerful for the first time in her life. She could feel the pleasure her touch brought him, as well as the effort it took him to lie completely still.

  And then she moved to the ties of his shorts.

  His hands covered hers. “Perhaps you should not do that. I do not wish to frighten you.”

  “You could never frighten me, Zyen. It’s okay. I want to see you.”

  Zyen briefly closed his eyes before meeting her gaze once more. “If I sense fear in you at any time, we will stop.”

  Carmen went back to the task of removing his shorts. “I trust you.”

  His huge, thick shaft sprang free before she finished unlacing his shorts, and Carmen’s breath caught. She had seen it before in the bath house, but she’d forgotten just how large he truly was.

  Zyen stilled. “Carmen?”

  She pulled her gaze away from his large erection long enough to glance at his face. “It’s a lot bigger than I remember.”

  Zyen rolled out from under her and was on his feet before she could register his intent. He began lacing up his shorts. “I am sorry, I—”

  “Please don’t,” Carmen breathed, cutting off the rest of his words. “Don’t leave me like this.”

  Zyen hesitated. “You fear me.”

  Carmen pushed to her knees and wriggled free of her shorts. “I don’t fear you. I want you so bad I ache inside.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Zyen stared down into Carmen’s upturned face. He sensed no deception in her words; only guilelessness and sincerity. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could feel it in his mind, in his heart.

  He unlaced his boots and stepped out of them before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and sliding them down his legs.

  Zyen couldn’t take his hungry gaze off Carmen’s nude body. She was perfection in every sense of the word.

  Her breasts sat high on her chest, small when compared to his large hands. The rosy tips of her nipples remained erect from his oral ministrations.

  His gaze traveled down her body, over her delicate ribcage, the barely visible scar on her stomach, to finally settle on the tiny triangle at the juncture of her thighs. His shaft lengthened further if that were possible.

  Carmen held out her arms, a silent invitation he hadn’t the will to resist.

  He placed a knee on the mattress, nearly swallowing his tongue as she lay back against the pillows.

  “Don’t be afraid to touch me. Only you can replace the bad, Zyen, only you.”

  Carmen’s words hit their mark. Zyen crawled up onto the bed to settle on his knees between Carmen’s thighs.

  The sight of her glistening center pushed him to the brink of insanity. He wasn’t sure he could touch her without spilling his seed.

  Hating that his hands shook, Zyen rested his palms on Carmen’s knees and then slowly skated them down her thighs.

  He paused briefly, loving the feel of her acceptance that filtered through his mind and then brushed his thumbs along the sides of her soft, female center.

  She arched her hips, a soft moan escaping her lips.

  Zyen wasn’t sure what prompted him to do what he did next, but he could no more stop himself than he could look away from Carmen’s passion-filled eyes. He dipped the tip of his thumb into her wetness, brought it to his mouth, and tasted her sweetness.

  Her flavor was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever experienced.

  Following his instincts, Zyen inched back and laid his upper body between her legs. He inhaled her unique scent, the unbelievable essence that was Carmen.

  And then he rested his thumbs against her center, opened her, and gently dragged his tongue over her tiny, raised flesh.

  Carmen cried out, her hands flying to his hair to hold him firmly against her. Zyen had found her sensitive place.

  He rolled her little pink button between his lips, licking it with his tongue until he found what she liked the most. And he stayed with it until her legs tightened around his head and her hands pulled roughly at his hair.

  Her breathing grew erratic and more wetness coated her thighs. “Zyen!” she cried, her hips bucking beneath him, nearly pulling free of his hold.

  Zyen waited for her body to calm before rising up onto his knees once again.

  Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.

  His heart sank. “Did I do something wrong?”

  She shook her head. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.”

  “I could taste you for the rest of my life,” Zyen confessed. And he meant it.

  “Take me.”

  Zyen glanced down at her small opening.

  “I want you inside me,” Carmen persisted. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

  Zyen returned his thumbs to the sides of her wet center, and opened her to his gaze. His shaft ached to be inside her so bad, he nearly moaned aloud. “You are too small for me. The pain would be too great.”

  “Try,” Carmen whispered, her eyes pleading with him. “I want you to try.”

  Zyen moved his hands to her hips, lifted her off the bed and rested her bottom on his thighs. He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing sex and guided himself to her opening. “Do not move.”

  He glided the head of his sex through her wetness, dragging it over her tiny, sensitive flesh before repeating the process.

  With every pass he made, Carmen lifted for him, silently inviting him inside.

  He paused on the next pass, stopping at her wet entrance and then eased his hips slowly forward.

  Carmen stilled, staring up at him in anticipation.

  “Stay still for me.” Zyen released himself, rested his thumbs against her on either side of his erection and pressed down. His shaft slipped forward an inch.

  He removed his thumbs, watching in relief as her soft skin closed around the head of his erection. “Am I hurting you?”

  Carmen shook her head. “No, it’s a lot of pressure but no pain.”

  Zyen gripped her hips, more to hold her still than for his benefit, and carefully pulled her to him.

  The feel of her warm center closing around the aching head of his shaft was alm
ost too much for him to bear.

  He slid in another inch, his teeth gritted together in an effort to hold back. The need to thrust became overwhelming.

  “More,” Carmen moaned, her neck arching back and her eyes sliding closed.

  He pushed deeper inside her, pulling back enough to thrust in once again. He couldn’t believe that her tiny passage not only took his great size, but she seemed to enjoy the sensation as much as he did.

  Zyen stared down at Carmen’s beautiful form, his gaze drawn to the place where their bodies connected. He could feel his orgasm building inside him, knew that he was on the verge of spilling his seed.

  Sweat popped out on his forehead as he rocked into Carmen again and again. Though he’d only penetrated her a few inches, it was enough for him. Zyen had never imagined that mating would feel so good.

  Carmen’s breathing grew in intensity, her vaginal walls tightened around him, and his name suddenly wrenched from her lips.

  Zyen let go of his tightly held control. He roared his release, his hips jerking forward in short, quick bursts; his seed leaving his body in an explosion of sensations that temporarily blinded him.

  Long moments passed before Zyen could move. Tremors still wracked his frame and his sex remained hard inside Carmen’s body.

  He moved to back out of her, but her swollen passage refused to release him. He straightened as carefully as possible and eased down over her.

  With his weight resting on his elbows, Zyen bent and softly kissed her lips. “Are you in pain?”

  “No,” she breathed, her arms coming around his neck. “I could stay like this forever.”

  Clenching his teeth, Zyen eased himself free of Carmen’s body. “As could I, but I do not wish for you to become tender.”

  “I never knew that this is what lovemaking was supposed to be like,” Carmen softly murmured.

  Zyen lifted his head to look into her eyes. “I am glad that I saved myself for you, Carmen. You are my first.”

  A shadow passed through Carmen’s eyes. “I would give anything for you to have been my first.”

  “Have you given yourself to another before me?” Zyen knew where she was going with her admission.

  She shook her head. “No, but—"

  “Then, I am your first as well.”

  Her acceptance of his words slid through him like warm water.

  Chapter Thirty

  Carmen stepped from the shower, surprised to find a naked Zyen leaning against the sink. She pulled a towel from a hook on the wall and wrapped it around her. “You startled me.”

  “You do not need to hide your body from me,” Zyen softly admonished. “I find you more beautiful than I am able to express.”

  Her heart summersaulted. He didn’t need to voice his opinion of her person, she could feel it coming from him in waves.

  Her gaze flicked to his own nude form. “I feel the same way about you.”

  Pushing away from the sink, Zyen sauntered forward and eased the towel from her grasp. “Perfection.”

  And she did feel perfect when in his presence; as if she were the most desired creature on the planet.

  Zyen dropped the towel at her feet, wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her above his head. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

  Carmen’s body reacted instantly.

  Draping her legs over his massive shoulders, she held onto to his forearms as he tugged her forward and swiped his tongue through her wet slit.

  A flurry of sensations cascaded through her, ripping a soft cry from her throat.

  His hands moved to her bottom, to cup her ass in his big, warm palms, while his mouth formed a gentle suction on her oversensitive flesh.

  Carmen could only stare down in wonder as Zyen licked and sucked her to the edge of bliss.

  She cried out with the first ripple of orgasmic pulses that centered near his ever-moving tongue only to explode through her body in a mind-blowing release.

  Zyen held her tightly against his mouth until the last tremor subsided. Tiny aftershocks of what remained of her orgasm continued to pulse inside her, and Carmen never wanted it to end.

  She exhaled a shuddering breath, releasing the death-hold her thighs had on his head. “I want you again.”

  Slipping his palms up her hips, Zyen once more gripped her waist in his large hands and lifted her from his shoulders. He allowed her to slowly slide down his body until her bottom rested on his erection. “Are you sure?”

  Carmen could only stare up into his beautiful eyes. “Yes.”

  One of his hands returned to her ass. He reached between their bodies, gripped himself, and backed up enough that the head of his shaft rested against her opening.

  She held her breath in anticipation of his entry.

  The feel of him pushing inside her, stretching her, filling her, brought a rush of sensations that left her breathless. She wanted him deeper, to bury himself so far inside her, she wouldn’t know where he ended and she began.

  A low growl rumbled inside his chest. “I am far enough.”

  Carmen locked her feet behind his ass, gripped his muscular arms and impaled herself as far as her body would allow.

  Zyen snarled her name, spun her around, and backed her against the wall.

  His hips rolled forward to penetrated her again and again, all the while moaning her name.

  The stretching sensation, coupled with the pressure of his thrusts, sent Carmen barreling toward the abyss once more.

  She tightened her legs, meeting his downward strokes until her body flew over the edge and into an orgasm that rocked her very soul.

  “Look at me,” Zyen rasped, his voice barely audible.

  Carmen lifted her face and stared into his amber-colored eyes.

  He pumped into her, never taking his gaze from hers. Their minds suddenly connected, and everything he felt—every emotion and every sensation—poured into her with a force that triggered another orgasm.

  Their release happened simultaneously, taking Carmen to a place she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the feel of Zyen’s warm, wet seed bathed her insides.

  * * * *

  Carmen finished throwing some clothes into a travel bag and zipped it up. They were going back to Aukrabah.

  She flicked a glance toward Zyen, wondering why he’d been so quiet since their lovemaking in the bathroom. It amazed her that she felt so comfortable with him. It also amazed her that the nightmare she’d experienced in that alley seemed like a distant memory. “Did Oz say how long we would be gone?”

  Zyen shook his head. “He did not. But I would imagine you will remain in Aukrabah until Kerik and his men have been destroyed.”

  “When you say you, you mean us, right?”

  A strange look entered his eyes. “How can you ask me such a thing? You think that I would leave you?”

  Carmen hated feeling insecure. She opened her mouth to explain, but a knock on the front door, stopped her.

  “I will get it.” Zyen exited the bedroom and disappeared around the corner. Pyre’s voice could be heard a moment later. “We are ready to depart.”

  Plucking up her bag, Carmen switched off the light and joined the two Arkadian’s in the living room. “Hi, Pyre.”

  “Hello, little one. Would you like for me to carry your bag?”

  Zyen inserted himself between them. He reached down and took the bag from Carmen’s hand. “I will take it.”

  Carmen inwardly smiled. She rather liked Zyen’s possessive side. No one had ever been possessive of her before. “We better get going.”

  She squeezed past the two Bracadytes, making her way to the porch. Once they cleared the doorway, Carmen reached inside, turned off the light, and locked the door before pulling it closed behind them.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Zyen walked behind Carmen, his gaze continuously straying to her rounded backside, encased in a pair of pale yellow shorts. They were a stark contrast to her m
ocha colored skin.

  The scene in the bathroom played over and over in his mind. He couldn’t seem to get his fill of Carmen. Even now, he felt his sex growing erect simply by looking at her.

  She glanced over her shoulder, a knowing look in her eyes.

  Zyen met her gaze, boldly telling her without words that he wanted her again. Not that she didn’t know that, he acknowledged. She had obviously felt his thoughts.

  The trio stopped in front of Oz’s place to find everyone gathered out front.

  Oz gestured to the two vehicles running in the driveway. “Let’s go. I’m not sure how long the pilot will wait for us. He’s risking a lot by taking us to the States.”

  “How did you manage you acquire him?” Fiona questioned, already moving to the driver’s side of one of the vehicles.

  “Money. Lots of money.” Oz opened the door of the first vehicle and climbed behind the wheel.

  Zyen followed suit, waiting for Carmen to get in before situating himself in the backseat next to her. Pyre got in up front next to Oz.

  The drive to the small airstrip was spent in silence with everyone lost in their own thoughts.

  Oz navigated the large vehicle next to a fenced-in area and switched off the engine. He glanced at everyone before getting out. “Let me do all the talking.”

  “I have never been on an airplane,” Zyen confessed, grabbing Carmen’s bag from between her feet. “This should prove interesting.”

  Carmen sent him a soft smile. “It takes some getting used to, especially with these small planes. But it’ll get us there a lot faster than a boat would.”

  Zyen opened his door and climbed down. He held out a hand to help Carmen to the ground. “It does not seem safe to me.”

  Pyre exited next to them. “I was thinking the same thing.”

  The four of them waited for Fiona and her crew to park and join them before making their way to the plane Oz had precured.

  Oz ushered them on board while he spoke to the pilot in a soft tone.

  Zyen noticed that the pilot appeared pale and sweat beads lined his forehead. “Something is wrong with him.”