got to
her feet. “If I break out in zits and start babbling incoherently, it’ll be
your fault.”
She was standing close to him—so close his body heat was
engulfing her and causing a firestorm of warmth in her lower belly. She lifted
her free hand and placed her palm on his cheek. “I don’t think a pimple would
dare attack your flesh, milord Tiogar,” she said, caressing him. “As for
babbling, I think not.”
Taegin was staring down into her eyes. She was taller than
Kali and so much more beautiful, it took his breath away. He pulled her to him
and slowly lowered his head, claiming her lips with his.
His kiss was a heady blend of the forbidden and the needed.
Marin found herself falling beneath waves of passion and clinging to him—her
arms now looped possessively around his neck. She was pressed so tightly to him
she could feel his belt buckle digging into her stomach. His arms were around
her like titanium steel bands, imprisoning her—an unbreakable bond that welded
them together. The velvet texture of his tongue had slipped past her lips and
was thrusting gently into her mouth, swirling around inside it and withdrawing
to lick delicately at the corners of her mouth—causing a ripple of sensation to
undulate through her loins. He was tasting her, feathering the tip of his
tongue across her upper lip and running that tip between her lower lip and her
teeth.
Marin felt her knees growing weak, giving out beneath her
and she sagged, only to have his arms sweep her up, holding her high against
his broad chest. In his arms, she felt dainty for the first time in life and
utterly cherished for the look in his eyes said he had taken possession of
her—heart and soul and soon, body.
He carried her to the rear of the runabout where two
wall-slung bunks hung across from one another. Lowering her gently to the
starboard bunk, he slid his arms from under her and reached up to loosen his
tie.
Marin could hear her heart pounding, running away with her,
and feel the dampness gathering between her legs. Her breath was erratic,
shallow as she watched him strip the tie from his collar, toss it away then
begin working open the buttons of the shirt. As the curly hairs of his chest
came into view, she moistened her suddenly dry lips with her tongue and stopped
breathing—as had he.
Taegin’s cock had oozed with undeniable lust when he saw her
tongue come out to lave her lips. It was all he could do to tug the tail of his
shirt from his britches and shrug it from his shoulders. His hands were
trembling as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of the loops.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, needing to break the
unbearable silence.
“I am pleased you think so,” she replied. Her gaze lowered
from his face to his hands as he flicked aside the buttons on his britches then
hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband to push the leather uniform pants down
his hips.
Drawing in a quick breath as his shaft leapt from the
lowering garment, Marin turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut, but not
before she’d taken in the full extent of his erection. The boldness of his
cock, the jutting thrust of it as it sprang free of its confinement had sent a
tremor down her spine. He was huge, powerfully built with heavy veins rolling
along his length. The tip of his manhood was dusky and a drop of passion’s
juice clung to the tip. Her face burned as she thought of that pearly drop.
“Look at me, Marin,” he whispered, and leaned over her, his
palm flat against the bulkhead beside her.
Slowly she turned her head and stared up at him. His chest
was a broad plane of muscle, the pectorals looking as solid as rock. She could
feel the tip of his cock touching her hip.
“Do you want me to undress you this time?” he asked gently.
She nodded, unable to speak. She knew she’d never have the
courage or the strength to undress for him now. There were no bones in her
body, no sinews, no muscle. She was nothing more than a melting
her feet. “If I break out in zits and start babbling incoherently, it’ll be
your fault.”
She was standing close to him—so close his body heat was
engulfing her and causing a firestorm of warmth in her lower belly. She lifted
her free hand and placed her palm on his cheek. “I don’t think a pimple would
dare attack your flesh, milord Tiogar,” she said, caressing him. “As for
babbling, I think not.”
Taegin was staring down into her eyes. She was taller than
Kali and so much more beautiful, it took his breath away. He pulled her to him
and slowly lowered his head, claiming her lips with his.
His kiss was a heady blend of the forbidden and the needed.
Marin found herself falling beneath waves of passion and clinging to him—her
arms now looped possessively around his neck. She was pressed so tightly to him
she could feel his belt buckle digging into her stomach. His arms were around
her like titanium steel bands, imprisoning her—an unbreakable bond that welded
them together. The velvet texture of his tongue had slipped past her lips and
was thrusting gently into her mouth, swirling around inside it and withdrawing
to lick delicately at the corners of her mouth—causing a ripple of sensation to
undulate through her loins. He was tasting her, feathering the tip of his
tongue across her upper lip and running that tip between her lower lip and her
teeth.
Marin felt her knees growing weak, giving out beneath her
and she sagged, only to have his arms sweep her up, holding her high against
his broad chest. In his arms, she felt dainty for the first time in life and
utterly cherished for the look in his eyes said he had taken possession of
her—heart and soul and soon, body.
He carried her to the rear of the runabout where two
wall-slung bunks hung across from one another. Lowering her gently to the
starboard bunk, he slid his arms from under her and reached up to loosen his
tie.
Marin could hear her heart pounding, running away with her,
and feel the dampness gathering between her legs. Her breath was erratic,
shallow as she watched him strip the tie from his collar, toss it away then
begin working open the buttons of the shirt. As the curly hairs of his chest
came into view, she moistened her suddenly dry lips with her tongue and stopped
breathing—as had he.
Taegin’s cock had oozed with undeniable lust when he saw her
tongue come out to lave her lips. It was all he could do to tug the tail of his
shirt from his britches and shrug it from his shoulders. His hands were
trembling as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of the loops.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, needing to break the
unbearable silence.
“I am pleased you think so,” she replied. Her gaze lowered
from his face to his hands as he flicked aside the buttons on his britches then
hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband to push the leather uniform pants down
his hips.
Drawing in a quick breath as his shaft leapt from the
lowering garment, Marin turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut, but not
before she’d taken in the full extent of his erection. The boldness of his
cock, the jutting thrust of it as it sprang free of its confinement had sent a
tremor down her spine. He was huge, powerfully built with heavy veins rolling
along his length. The tip of his manhood was dusky and a drop of passion’s
juice clung to the tip. Her face burned as she thought of that pearly drop.
“Look at me, Marin,” he whispered, and leaned over her, his
palm flat against the bulkhead beside her.
Slowly she turned her head and stared up at him. His chest
was a broad plane of muscle, the pectorals looking as solid as rock. She could
feel the tip of his cock touching her hip.
“Do you want me to undress you this time?” he asked gently.
She nodded, unable to speak. She knew she’d never have the
courage or the strength to undress for him now. There were no bones in her
body, no sinews, no muscle. She was nothing more than a melting
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