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Good grief, the Foher looked a thousand times more threatening now than when he’d been chained. Perhaps now because she was the one naked and tied down. While he stood there looking very big and gorgeous.
He was clean now. Dressed from the waist down—which was slightly disappointing.
The lashes were healing on his flesh, the wounds now dark, dry scabs. A leather belt was looped around one brawny shoulder, pulled flat over his flesh by the weight of the weapon behind him.
His face was a rugged landscape—as beautiful as anything in nature. His hair was a rich, luminous sable color. So beautiful it was almost unfair that hers wasn’t nearly as long or dark. His thick-lashed eyes looked clearer now without the drug. Transparent like water and yet…
They were stroking her pussy. Boldly. So that she could feel her pink, moist tissues ping and throb under his gaze.
She felt her own dampness then, li
ke the torrent of a river, washing down between her legs for him to see.
Seized by panic, Liana bucked against the bindings. Her breasts jiggled, drawing his eyes until her nipples pebbled embarrassingly and she dropped her butt back on the pelt.
She went as still as a hunted doe, ears pricked and heart pounding as if prepared to run for her life. But Liana couldn’t run. She couldn’t even sit! She was used to being stared at, but not like this, not by eyes she could feel as they slowly caressed her body.
She winced when he walked around her, his eyes steady on hers. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gruffly, cupping her face in a big, warm palm, his thumb smoothing along her cheek. “It was you who chose to touch me at your will, and now I will touch you at mine.”
Liana rushed to explain to him why she had touched him, ready to admit her actions had been shameless. But her words died on the cloth.
“Forgive me, I do not hear you.”
Forgive me? He didn’t sound contrite. His face as he stared down at her was inscrutable. Liana was sure a log had more emotion than him. Whether those sculpted lips could even manage a smile, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
“My plan is to return the favor that you did for me during captivity. Don’t humans say…an eye for an eye?”
Liana’s heart hammered in her chest, deafening her ears as he retraced his steps. Back to her open legs.
His eyes sought out her sex again as he settled on his haunches. His gaze narrowed, focused, frightening—and then he fingered her. At the entrance of that innermost part of her. A brush of a stocky finger to and fro, along the slick, puffy lips.
A shock of electricity shot up her spine, her body arching over the pelts while a wanton sound ripped out of her chest.
“Do you like what I do to you?” he asked, petting the place he’d just fingered.
Yes! she thought. Then shocked by her wantonness, Liana closed her eyes and clamped her mouth around the gag.
“Let’s see if we can coax some more cream out of you,” he whispered.
Oh God. If she got any wetter, she’d drown in her own personal pool.
His thumb circled her clit, so gently, so slowly she felt hypnotized. Suddenly nothing mattered but his thumb. The only thing of relevance now. Rolling the bright pink flesh of her clit in circles. Liana felt muscles she didn’t even know she had clenching tightly at the assault. She felt that cream he spoke of trickling between her legs, hot and rich and musky.
She moaned. And told herself she wouldn’t think of his cock. Of how warm, how languid and hot it had made her feel. She wouldn’t think of how it had tasted in her mouth, and how much she’d wanted this Foher. But her body remembered the feeling of wanting him. It was warming up to his touch, and by the way it undulated, it was purposely seeking it.
“You are eager for my touch.” His voice had changed. It was deeper. Raw. Opening her eyes, she saw his own absorbing her telltale reactions, roaming from her face to her quivering breasts, down to the sex he played with. “Let’s see how warm you feel on the inside.”
A broad finger slipped into her, parting her. Her hips rose. Open. Wanting. She could hear how wet she was, how shallow her breathing sounded.
“Yes, you like it, don’t you?” he purred, his eyes clamping onto hers.
That probing finger slicked out, only to push inside again.
Liana shuddered. Every atom in her body concentrated on the feel of that wide, seemingly infinite finger filling a part of her no one else had ever explored. And she remembered his cock—every detail of it—and more than anything wanted that quivering, fat length inside her.
“Now it is I who gets to taste you,” he whispered. “I remember you tasting me.” And he dipped his head and pressed his tongue to her sex. Heat against heat.
Liana shrieked in pleasure. He licked upward, circling her clit with his tongue while deft strokes of his finger caressed her walls. Now all Liana cared about was coming. Like in her dreams. But it would be real this time. She would be coming to the strokes of a man. A warrior. A Foher.
