Page 91 of Hope Forged
She squeezed her eyes shut, willing everything inside her to reveal itself to him.Now?
No.
She huffed.How then?
I see it.His eyes widened.A door guards your deepest thoughts. It is not a solid mass but something…ephemeral.“I cannot unlock it, ohara. Perhaps ask your father to best guide you.”
She scowled.Not a discussion I want to have anytime soon.
Ashamed of me?Illan teased, feathering kisses across her mouth until she caught him and held him still for a thorough kiss.
She dropped back, her breathing labored as tendrils of heat uncoiled in her core. “Never,” she rasped, running her hands over his chest. The urge to trace her touch with her lips was almost too overwhelming.
“Ah, you think you need to forgive him first?” His eyes darkened, his cheeks paled, and a flood of desire slammed into her.And yes, you can lick me anywhere.
Let’s talk about Padya later.She pressed her mouth to his skin and tasted him.
“Agreed.” He withdrew and flipped her, setting her peering down at him, her knees at his hips.
She laughed.Oh, I like this.She ran her fingers along his collarbones, then up his neck to cup his jaw. Then all humor fled, and she dipped to kiss him.
What crossed the distance between them was…pure love. Tears pressed behind her eyes as she succumbed to the sheer beauty.
He guided her, settling her on his rigid shaft.Come for me, Ziamee, my dhutya, a gift from Elorach.
And she obeyed, angling her hips with every thrust. She panted his name, riding the pleasure, heightened by the imagesflooding her. Without their palms touching? Incredible. He gripped her hips, holding her still as he pistoned into her.
Another fulfillment hit her, and she arched, too amazed to move.
He whipped her onto her back and took over, summoning more pleasure until she was mindless, unable to stop him, not sure she wanted to.
With a roar, he froze, tiny grunts escaping him. A sheen coated his body, adding a shimmer to his skin. A grin followed as she admired him through a haze of satiated lust.
This washermale.
And she’d succeeded, getting him to finally claim her.
He collapsed but shielded her from taking the brunt of his weight.Elorach, how I do love you, Ziamee.He pressed a kiss to her temple, stroking her hair aside with a reverent touch. Thank you for not killing me.
She snorted at that bit of nonsense.
To which he laughed.
Epilogue
EnroutetoVora
On board the Celeeri
Days later
Ziamee faced the display vid, dreading speaking to her father. But she needed to preempt the information Illan was about to share. She suspected Brac had revealed what they’d discovered on the station, but Ambassador Barro’s revelations would be more shocking.
Offering his silent support, Illan sat beside her, his hand on her thigh.
She drew in a deep breath. “Amet Lac-Tenbar.”
An image of her father’s face appeared. He seemed a little stunned to find himself on a comm.
