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“Not quite yet. Things are still raw. I know you have my file.”
He grunted and kept eating. “It is surprisingly unhelpful.”
“Sorry. I can answer specifics if you like.”
He wiped his hand clean on the napkin she had used and smiled. “I have a better idea. There is a game to let you get used to me. It is called,Are you sensitive here?Admittedly, it will take a while, but I think it will be informative.”
“G-game?” She tensed up.
He pushed the dishes clear of them and chuckled. “Yes. Now would you prefer it here or on the bed?”
“Thirty kilometres away in separate rooms?” She muttered it.
He snorted, lifted her, and set her up on her knees facing him. “Your species is rather small.”
“Well, you take up too much space,” she muttered.
She looked at his eyes, and now that they were close up, she could see the darkness of space with purple nebulas that gave them their colour. “Oh my.”
He smiled and looked at her. “Now, where to start? You look very tasty.”
She thought he would touch her, and he did with his mouth.Oh my.
Chapter Four
Iris knew her neck was sensitive. She knew it. She couldn’t even have a massage without yelping. Yavor’s mouth and tongue moving on her neck sent a signal to her body that he was going down on her. She moaned before he lifted his head and chuckled. “There’s one.”
“One?”
“Sensitive spot. I am keeping track.” He moved his head to the left side of her neck, and she let out a squeak and tried to slam her thighs shut. She felt his lips tense against her in a smile. “That’s two, and that one is stronger.”
She felt the wet heat on her underwear and closed her eyes. She felt fingers on her chin, his tongue caressed hers, and her mouth was the next site explored. The thrust and retreat had her sighing, and she sat down on his thighs while swirls of pleasure were moving through her system. His warm hand slid behind her back under the open tunic, and he pulled her against him with a sharp move that kept her close so he could ravage her mouth.
Despite his dagger-like teeth, he didn’t draw blood. Iris gripped his shoulders, and her breathing was hard and rapid. She felt the table pressing against her shoulders as he bent her with his hand on her back. Yavor pressed harder, and she let out a sad mewl. He paused and lifted his head. “You are hurt?”
“The table is digging in.”
He grunted and got to his feet, his wings flicking in irritation. He held her and walked over to the bed, stripping off her tunic completely and then sliding his fingers to one side of her hip under the fabric. A tug and she felt air against her skin, and then the same thing happened to the other side.
He flicked off her footwear, then eased her to the bed. He flipped her to her belly and growled. “Apologies. I did not know you were taking so much of my weight.”
“It was mostly fine.” Iris lay there as he trailed fingers over what had to be a welt that would become a bruise. She knew the feeling.
The feeling of his tongue on her back had her rising against him. “You don’t have to...”
He gently held her down. “This is still part of the exploration. Your shoulder blades are not sensitive, so we have three things so far. I will continue from here.”
The long, slow drag of his tongue and the way she grabbed and twisted the bedding suggested that he might have been mistaken. Her body didn’t throb at the touch, but it did shiver.
He started at her neck and trailed his tongue down to the base of her spine. He chuckled as she shivered, then moved to one of her hips and trailed upward.
She twisted in a panic, and Iris felt her hand slam into his forehead to stop him. Cold terror spilled through her as she realized what she had done. She had just smacked the owner of the world she was on... in the forehead. She stared at him as she panted.
His voice was amused. “Something wrong?”
“Uh. I am very sorry. I am ticklish. I laugh. Hard. I didn’t want you to take it the wrong way.”
Yavor nodded. “Oh, yes, striking me in the forehead was so much better.”
