“Just ‘Sark,’ baby. Let me do the other knee, then,” he growled softly.
Leaning over, he bathed my other wounded knee with his tongue, lapping slowly in the same way I imagined he would lap my pussy if I let him.
The thought must have made its way from my brain to my body for I found that my thighs were parting, welcoming him in.
Sark took my invitation for what it was. When he finished healing my left knee, his tongue continued inward, slipping along my inner thigh as he licked and kissed and tasted his way all the way to the thin lace panel of my panties.
“Gods, sweetheart!” he groaned, rubbing his bristly cheek against my mound. “Your scent is so sweet here.”
“It…it is?” I was breathless with desire and my hands had crept up to his broad shoulders. Though I was barely aware of it myself, I was urging him on, tugging him closer and spreading my thighs even wider.
“Gods, yes.” He pressed his face to my mound and inhaled again. When he exhaled, I felt his hot breath bathing my Goddess pearl through the thin lace of my panties. My pussy lips had become so hot and swollen with need, they were parting of their own volition, almost begging to be tasted.
“So sweet…so hot and wet,” Sark murmured. His big hands were on my inner thighs now and his thumbs had slipped under the lace of my panties. I could feel him stroking my outer pussy lips and then spreading them open, revealing my inner folds which were glistening with my juices. Right at the center was my Goddess pearl, perfectly visible through the thin lace. It really did look like a pearl and it was aching to be touched…to be tasted.
Sark gave a low, hoarse curse when he saw how wet and open I was.
“So fucking beautiful,” I heard him mutter. Such coarse language might have made me upset in other circumstances, but now I found it exciting. My whole body surged with desire and my breasts suddenly felt too heavy—my nipples too sensitive.
Sark leaned forward again and began to kiss my Goddess pearl through my panties. I could feel his hot breath and the tip of his tongue circling me through the thin lace. I was melting under his touch, sparks of pleasure flowing through my veins. But I wanted more!
I was just about to tell him that I would take off my panties and let him kiss and taste me without them if he liked, when he suddenly pulled away.
“No, Goddess damn it,” I heard him growl as he sat with his head in his hands. “No, I can’t do this!”
“Why…why not?” I asked breathlessly. I was still panting from the pleasure he had given me—my body was still aching for more. “Do…did you not like what you found?” I asked, wondering if this was my fault somehow.
“Of course, I liked it!” Sark exclaimed, looking up at me. “Look at you, sweetheart—you’re a fucking goddess! And your hot little pussy is so wet and sweet… But I can’t. I’m not going to do this.”
“I don’t mind,” I offered, wondering if he had felt he was abusing me in some way. “I hate it when Baslik touches me intimately,” I confessed to him. “He always hurts me. But you’re so gentle, Sark—for all your size, you’re the most gentle man I’ve ever met. I don’t mind you touching me. In fact, I…I rather like it. A lot,” I confessed.
“I like it too, baby.” Leaning forward, he cupped my cheek in his big, warm hand and looked earnestly into my eyes. “But I’m not going to ‘touch you intimately’ again—I’m not going to do anything else to make you glow.”
“But…” I bit my lip. “I thought that was the whole point of you being here? Besides guarding me, I mean,” I added.
“It is.” He sighed and ran a hand through his short, black hair. “But say I manage to bring your glow on—then what? According to my contract, I’m supposed to hand you back to that asshole, Le’rank, to breed. I can’t do that—I won’t.”
I bit my lip, feeling his frustration as my own.
“It is true that once a Moonstone goddess begins to glow with the inner light, she needs desperately to be bred,” I admitted in a low voice. “But I confess, I do not wish Baslik to be the one doing the breeding either. The very thought of it turns my stomach.”
“Which is why I can’t bring on your glow,” Sark told me. He stroked my cheek. “Although there’s nothing I’d rather do than touch you and taste you and bring you pleasure, sweetheart.”
“I understand,” I said softly, nodding. “And…I don’t blame you, Sark. In fact, I thank you for your thoughtfulness. I—”
But just then, there was a knock at the door of our hut.