by Cynthia Sax
“You’re not anyone.” She lifted her chin proudly. “You’re mine.” Zeta possessively swept her thumb over his cock head, spreading his pre-cum over his skin. “And I do need you.” She tapped his tip and his cock bobbed. “Now.”
A grin spread across Khan’s primitive face. “You love me.”
Zeta’s face heated and she pressed her lips together, knowing her silence would be interpreted as confirmation. I do love him. She gazed into his eyes, lowering her emotional shields and setting down her verbal weapons, allowing her face to reflect her feelings, hiding nothing from him, the warrior she loved.
“You love me.” A rumble rolled up Khan’s chest and he rushed forward, capturing her lips with his, the force of his kiss driving her head back, demanding her submission. Zeta opened to him, giving her barbarian freely what he sought to conquer, moaning as he surged inside, owning her mouth, laying claim to her tongue.
He cupped her ass with his big palms, his claws pricking her skin, and he lifted her over his cock, his tip teasing her entrance, his body aligning with hers. With one hard pull downward, Khan filled her completely, his cock head pushing into her, stretching her, and Zeta screamed into his mouth, her pleasure sharpened by pain, the combination causing her heart to pound and her pussy to contract.
One. Zeta sat, Khan’s tongue in her mouth, his chest pressed against her breasts, his cock rammed up her pussy. We’re one. She tangled her fingers in his long hair, the strands deliciously soft, a vivid contrast to the hardness of his body.
Khan grazed his claws over her back, his caress edged with danger, and Zeta moved, rising and falling, savoring the shallow slide of cock in pussy, embracing the connection between them, a rare lasting connection.
He loves me. She wrapped her fists in his hair, holding onto him. I’m no longer alone. Khan ravished her mouth as he ravished her pussy, the rhythm of his tongue and cock synchronized. I now have a planet, a people. She rode him faster and faster, her ass smacking against his thighs. And him. I have Khan, my love, my male.
“Good,” Khan grunted, driving her downward as he thrust, the chair squeaking under them. “You feel so good, hot and wet and tight.”
“And yours.” Zeta pulled on his hair and he growled, the animalistic noise exciting her. “I’m yours. Forever.” She gazed up at him, needing that reassurance. He won’t leave. He won’t die.
“Forever,” Khan agreed, lines grooved around his mouth. A musky scent, all male, all him, rose from his skin. “My little hunter. My gerel.”
Sweat trickled down Zeta’s spine, her body hot, so very hot. She panted, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her ass heated by Khan’s muscular thighs, his hardness under her, before her, inside her. “Stars.” She quivered uncontrollably.
“I’ll take you to the stars.” Khan drove deeper with each thrust, lightning bolts striking again and again in his dark eyes, the shards of gold alleviating the blackness, revealing his intense passion.
Passion for me. Her pussy lips pressed against his base. Forever. Zeta flexed her inner muscles, squeezing his shaft. Khan groaned, a rivulet of moisture streaming down his neck, and she licked him, tasting the salt of his body, the proof of his exertion.
“Come for me, gerel,” Khan ordered, his voice low. He moved into her with a greater urgency, his cock expanding, stretching her.
“Khan,” Zeta whimpered, her need for him, for his cum, his seed unbearable. She shook, her muscles straining, fulfillment remaining frustratingly out of reach.
“Now, Zeta.” He smacked her ass hard with the flat of his hand.
She screamed, breaking into a thousand separate pieces, sharp shards of her soul flying into different directions, and she clung to him, knowing he’d gather those bits, make her whole again, rebuild her to be better and stronger and more powerful.
“Zeta!” Khan roared, thrusting deep, his hot cum blasting into her body, scattering her thoughts once more. She shuddered against him, his arms around her waist, holding her securely, protecting her.
“I love you.” Zeta breathed the words she vowed never to say, the filter between her heart and mouth broken by his loving. “I love you so much.” She sighed with contentment and curled into her barbarian Warlord’s body, resting her cheek on his chest, his heart beating wildly against her ear.
“I know,” her arrogant male declared, his arms wrapped around her body, bands of unyielding muscle safeguarding her from harm and heartbreak.
He knows. Zeta smiled against his chest.
About Cynthia Sax
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali and Chicago.
Cynthia welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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