I stroked him faster. My hands were slick now, moving over the thick length of him while my mouth worked the head.
My knees pressed into the floor, and my scarf slid loose. My hair fell forward, and Kazan made a rough sound when I looked up at him through it.
His eyes were dark gold, fixed on me like there was nothing else in the world.
I moaned around him.
He groaned, and his hips bucked.
Good. I did it again.
His tail flicked against my waist. Not pulling. Not forcing. Just warm and firm, while his control frayed.
“Maisie,” he said. My name sounded ruined in his mouth.
I pulled back just enough to answer. “I’ve got you.”
He shuddered.
I hadn’t meant the words to do that. Or maybe I had. Maybe I wanted him to hear what he’d given me so many times. Safety. Certainty. Someone who would hold on and not make it a cage.
I took him back into my mouth.
He was close now. I could feel it in the pulse of him against my tongue, the strain in his thighs, the way his breath broke apart above me. I worked him harder, both hands twisting up as my mouth sucked at the head.
“Maisie.” His voice was rough. “I’m going to come.”
I didn’t move away. I wanted him. All of him.
He came with a deep groan, his hips lifting despite his control. I took what I could and stroked him through the rest, feeling him spill hot against my tongue and over my fingers.
I stayed with him until the last shudder passed.
When I sat back, my knees hurt and my mouth was swollen, and my scarf had slipped nearly off my shoulder.
I felt wonderful.
Kazan was breathing hard, one hand still buried in the torn leather, his head tipped back against the seat. I watched his chest rise and fall, watched the tension slowly leave his body.
I’d done that.
Good.
His eyes opened, and the look he gave me made my skin heat all over again.
Not satisfied. Hungry.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Before I could climb back to my seat, he reached down and lifted me into his lap. I went easily because I wanted to. There was no room, but he made enough. His hands held my waist, and his forehead pressed to mine.
The hover-field hummed beneath us. Leaves tapped softly overhead. His cock, still half-hard, pressed against my thigh.
I smiled.
He kissed me.
It started slowly and turned deep almost at once. His mouth opened over mine, hot and demanding, and when he tasted himself on my tongue, his fingers tightened at my waist. I felt the growl in his chest before I heard it.
