A low sound rose from deep in his throat.
“I like that,” he rumbled. “Do it again.”
Lily laughed softly at the effect she was having. Before obliging, she voiced her latest observation.
“I did not realize you were such a deep sleeper.”
She kissed him again, then, heart pounding, caught his lower lip gently between her teeth. Khar growled, his hand sliding up to her nape and holding her there.
“I am not,” he said. “I am in a developmental phase.”
As if sensing the swarm of questions forming in her mind, he added quickly, “It is natural. It will end soon. It will not happen again. Now do THAT again.”
This time Lily used her tongue.
Heat flared low in her belly as she felt him hardening between them, pressing insistently even through her uniform. The contrast between the roughness of his tongue, the flexibility of his mouth, and the sharp frame of his canines sent a dizzying rush through her.
She was still a little sensitive from the night before, but she found she did not mind at all.
“Khar,” she murmured, breathless. “Do you not want to…?”
A warning rumble cut her off. His clawed hands tightened on her hips. He lifted her slightly and let her settle back down so that his erection pressed more firmly against her through the fabric.
“Later. Your silky little cunt needs time to recover.”
Her face burned. Khar opened his eyes, and his entire body seemed to wake at once.
He tipped her back, caught her knees together in one hand, tugged her trousers and underwear down just enough, and bent to her. One hand held her legs steady. The other spread hergently as his tongue worked her with long, powerful strokes, paying deliberate attention to her clit every time.
She was only moments from breaking when he stopped.
With infuriating care, he pulled her underwear back into place, smoothed it, pressed a kiss to her mound, and tugged her trousers back up.
Lily stared at him, overheated and stunned.
“Khar, what the hell?”
He was already pulling on his uniform.
“I have to go,” he said calmly. “I want this on your mind until next time.”
Fury flared, sharp and reckless. She felt the need to reclaim some control.
“How do you know there will be a next time?” she shot back. “Maybe I will finish on my own and will not need you at all.”
His trousers were on, his tunic still open, broad chest on display. Her words landed. He crossed the distance in an instant, looming over her.
For a heartbeat, the otherworldly light in his eyes dimmed into something darker. Lily saw, truly saw, how dangerous he could be.
Before fear could take hold, his hand cupped her cheek, gentle enough to banish it entirely. What he said next stirred a very different hunger.
“That mouth says dangerous things for such a small creature. Perhaps I should see if it is still that brave when it is filled with my cock.” His smile was slow. “Finish if you wish. You will be thinking of me anyway.”
He traced her lips once with his thumb, stepped back, and finished dressing.
“We will meet on Vitro, Lily. Do not worry. You will be safe from me there.” A pause. “No. That is not correct. You are safe with me everywhere. I will be patient.”
He returned for one last kiss, long and searing, lifting her by the waist against him, then simply left.
