“Not until you calm down.” He said, as he carried me farther down the hallway and into a lift. We stepped out into what looked like a hotel room. No people were around.
“What did she show you? What lies is she spreading now?”
He grabbed my wrist and hauled me into a bedroom, my legs wobbling on my too tall heels. Once inside an empty room, he released me and locked the door.
“Are you going to talk to me?” I demanded, the fiery anger still surging through my veins.
He pulled out the paper from his pocket and held it by his side. “It’s nothing, seriously.”
He lifted the photo and flipped it over. I blinked hard at seeing a photo of me completely naked in a full frontal straddling a tree branch while I slept.
“I don’t get it?” Sure, it wasn’t my best side and hell, I could do with a brazillian, but what was I missing?
“Zeni is very competitive, and everything to her must be perfect.”
I glanced down at myself in the photo. “And I’m not perfect?”
He smiled and tucked the photo into his back pocket. “You’re more than perfect, which is why I took the photo so I always have you with me.”
I stared at him bewildered.
“On Veon, women never let their hair grow too long.” And it took me several seconds to realize exactly what hair he was referring to.
My mouth dropped open, and I felt violated to have Zeni laugh at my private area and show it to the Vepar like I was a monkey on display. “She’s sick. And besides, when was I supposed to get waxed? When I was locked in my prison cell?”
“Told you. Nothing to worry about.”
“I doubt that. So with all your technology, why do you still have printed photographs.”
“Nostalgia mostly.”
Walking predatorily in my direction, he stops in front of me, lowering his head in a flash to capture my mouth, stopping any further discussion of Zeni. I moaned as our lips connect. His kiss was remarkably soft as he cupped my jaw in his hands, tilting my head slightly to deepen it. I wasn’t sure how he was managing to control himself so well when I felt like I was about to combust.
As was always my reaction to him, I was lost, completely swept up in him and his ability to render me speechless. I absolutely loved that he made me lose all thought with his kisses, all my insecurities of being here completely obliterated once more, every kiss feeling like the first.
He walked me backwards towards the bed, through the embrace of our lips and tongues. Pulling away, he lifted me gently, searching my eyes before laying me down softly on the bed. I reached for him in unspoken need, his body molding over me as he searched my lips for another passionate kiss.
I needed him to show me how much he wanted me after days of watching other Vepar females do everything they could to get his attention. I needed to know that he needed me as much as I craved him.
A visceral feeling passed over me. Our eyes met and I saw enthrallment in his gaze, in the sensations of our kisses as our coming together imparted. Feeling his hardened erection pushing against me, I moaned into his kiss, sliding my legs along his length. My desire and need clear in my pursuit to speed things up. It was all for naught, as he took his sweet time, gently nipping along my jaw and down my neck. I remained still, taking my cue from him as he proceeded to undress me in slow measures. Unzipping my dress, he peeled it up and over my head, then rained gentle kisses along my stomach before worshipping my breasts through the thin layer of my strapless lace bra that I had finally figured out how to get the dressing cylinder to give me.
“I don’t want any barriers between us,” he whispered, slowly removing every layer of my clothing, my overheated skin relishing the coolness of the room. Leaning forward, I dragged up his shirt, pulling it over his tight stomach, across his strong arms, like unwrapping the most cherished and wanted present. Lost in our silent fantasy, he stared lovingly into my eyes as we unfastened and removed his pants, dropping them and his briefs to the floor. Completely naked, no barriers between us, as he’d wanted.
The anticipation of feeling him on me, in me, overtook my body, and I shuddered in his arms. He lowered himself over me. His strength and weight felt absolutely delicious, warming my blood with desire. In unspoken understanding, our undeniable mutual need declared the undressing experience as foreplay enough. I thrummed with so much kindled desire, that I already floated on the edge of an orgasm from his touch. My silent pleas signaled I was more than ready to welcome him inside me. He spread my legs with a gentle push of his knee. With slow, measured movements, he slid into me before leisurely thrusting deeper. I moaned, my back arching, captured by his unwavering stare.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. So perfect,” he whispered, pulling himself all the way out, before pushing back in slowly, forcing me to open. I pulled his face down to mine to devour his mouth, gently nipping his lower lip. I was lost to the sensations of his steady rhythm, the slow sensual gliding in and out, as though he had all the time in the world.
I wished we had that kind of time. This was a stolen moment. We’d escaped from the party and everyone would ask questions soon, then it was back to the games. I memorized this moment inside of me for when it got too hard...for when it felt impossible to keep going.
But I realized at that moment that I want a lifetime of this. Of these Vepar men.
“I want you to fight for me...fight for us, because I’ll never stop fighting for you,” he whispered, not breaking eye contact for one moment.
Maintaining his languid strokes, he brushed his hand down my body, pushing it between us to gently stroke me, skating his thumb along the bundle of nerves in succession with his thrusts. Euphoria soared within me, growing, escalating. He drove me wild, pushing me over the edge.
I writhed uncontrollably in his grip as he dangled me closer to the plunge of ecstasy. My body trembled in desire, achingly empty in the need for more, begging for release.
“Corran . . . please . . . ”
“Shhh, baby,” he whispered.
Fisting his hand roughly in my hair, he held my hip securely in place, refusing to let me speed up our movements.
“It’s too much,” I pleaded in desperation.
I quaked in his arms, screaming in pleasure, my body pulsating and tightening around him. Pulling my lips from his, I screamed, “Corran!” Slowing the gentle glides of his fingers on my sensitized clit, he pulled his hand away, entwining his fingers in mine, our hands held firmly as he drove into me with final thrusts. He’d taken his time until I exploded, and now this was for him to take me, to bring himself to the edge with me. He hissed as he slammed into me harder. Our mesmerized gazes locked and he whispered my name, before coming deep inside me.