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“My dwelling there is worthy of a female.” He traced the notches on my rib cage with his thumbs, keeping up his dizzying pace.
WTF? I don’t give a rat’s ass about his house.
Sweat slicked our skin. The humidity of the room and the friction between us created a heat so palpable it left me lightheaded. Overheated and gorged on sex, my mind couldn’t string coherent thoughts together.
I moaned soothing sweet nothings into his ear, where I nibbled the soft lobe.
He tapped my sensitive bundle of nerves to the beat of his thrusts. “I will prove to you I’m a male of honor. Everything you wish for will be yours.”
Prove to me? He’s already proven himself to me.
I needed to pluck the right words from my addled brain to stop this crazy train from going off the rails. Worthiness was JayJay’s major hang-up, and that fuckwad Devile had planted this seed. Devile moving in next door had added fertilizer to the mix, turning a few struggling tendrils of doubt into voracious weeds.
“JayJay,” I panted, digging my fingers into the grooves lining his spine. “I choose you.” My hands ran up his back to clutch his shoulders. “The worthiest man I know.”
“I will clear my name. You’ll not be disrespected,” JayJay carried on, oblivious to my words.
None of the Rock Dwellers on Tern disrespect me.
“King Kong, for the love of God, please shut up.” I stretched my mouth over the spot where his collarbone met his neck, then I bit down hard. Hard enough to bruise.
His forehead ridge sank. The feral part of him settled at my bite, and he paused, shaking his head, leaving me needy and wanting. My mouth sought his nipple, and with the flat of my tongue, I lapped at the hard nub. He tasted of salt and musk. My lower belly throbbed.
“You’re enough just the way you are. Please, believe me,” I whimpered.
At my plea, he caged my head with his forearms, his wild grin softening. JayJay’s hips thrust, and with each complete withdrawal, his plump head flattened my clit in an achingly long press, driving me higher and higher. My toes clenched where they pressed against his ass.
The room vibrated with the deep resonance of his purr. One hand caressed the space between my breasts before its steely grip encompassed my hip bone. He tilted my pelvis, lifting my stomach off the bed and working my hips up and down the coils of his shaft. My body melted, so liquid and loose he could maneuver me however he liked at this point.
Everything fit, tailor-made for me. A connection like none before sizzled through me. Euphoric, I closed my eyes. An image of glimmering threads twined around my spine until I felt like I was floating, lifted by their soaring strands. They shot out like pearlescent tree branches, filling my blood with helium untilevery part of me flew. I’d been bubble-wrapped in JayJay’s essence.
What’s happening to me?
My sweaty palms clutched what I could of his biceps as my legs trembled against his sides. Lost to his own pleasure now, JayJay worked his cock quick and hard.
“Do you feel it, too?” I cried.
“Ginger, it’s happening.” I watched his orgasm take hold. The cords of his neck strained, each one standing out in sharp relief. His skin shimmered, jaw tight. With an inhuman rattle so loud it drowned my subconscious voice, his arms went rigid.
As his cock pulsed in a sated rhythm inside of me, the floating sensation turned molten. Pleasure laced with pain arched through my whole body, stringing it tight. A blazing bolt of energy shot a laser-hot fire around my wrists. I shouted in awe as something new, yet familiar, fused into my very being.
The thrum of JayJay’s heart drummed louder. The intent in his heart was crisp and clear, his deep musk saturated my senses, and the bitter tang of ozone after a lightning strike lingered on my tongue.
Careful not to squish me with his enormous self, JayJay tumbled to the side, his chest heaving as he steadied his breathing. He dragged me on top of him, running a possessive finger over my stinging wrists.
“You’re truly mine now.” A bubble of JayJay’s joy trickled to me, followed by a jerk of relief.
I sank into the sensations, reaching out for more. “It’s like I have a small piece of you inside me.”
“And I, you.” He lifted my wrist to his mouth, brushing his lips over the tender skin. “And I can see what this King Kong you call me is.” He faux-glared.
I gasped. Leaves in metallic rose gold, silver and deep pewter circled my wrists. “But how…?”
JayJay laced our fingers, lining up his similar arm band below mine, only his were a deep charcoal. “The goddess Sola has blessed us.”
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Ginger’s warm imprint tickledthe back of my mind as I woke, but I would have much preferred her physical presence in my arms. She was somewhere close, likely in the shower. A rush of sadness washed over me as a notification for a final briefing from Sisip came through on my com. Why wasn’t Ginger here to wish me well in the upcoming battle with a luck-filled kiss? I craved the concern in her eyes and the lightness of her fingertips brushing over my skin.
