Terran Times 02 - Deal with a Dhemon (19 page)

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her quarters to find her splayed on her back with one hand tucked between her thighs, fingers rotating around her clit.

When he had finished laughing at her expression, he hustled her into the shower and got her ready for her dinner date. Kassil was perplexed by Etion’s good mood, and Sam’s grim one. He dismissed her escort and they sat down to eat, followed by the lessons as they had for the last week.

One moment they were arguing about the legality of her last move on the board, and the next she was in his arms.

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is mouth parted hers, his tongue thrusting Hinside, past her fangs to toy with her own.

She moaned and arched her body into his, feeling his arousal pressing against her belly. Her hips rubbed against him, and his grip on her shoulders tightened painfully.

Sam’s fingers fumbled with the fastenings on his uniform, and he impatiently took her hands away to strip himself.

As the muscles of his chest came into view, Sam took a gulping breath. Oh, wow. His physiology was slightly different than a human male’s, but really, really impressive. Bands of muscle wrapped around his torso and lead to his abdomen. The flat plane of his belly drew her gaze, and she blushed furiously as his uniform trousers dropped to the floor. His cock stood at attention, a bead of precum on the tip of the dark and pulsing flesh. She was not an expert at male anatomy, but he seemed to be a particularly 45

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impressive specimen. She swallowed nervously.

She felt a wetness slicking the juncture of her thighs and her skin turned a furious bronze as she blushed to the roots of her…well, everything.

He stepped forward to take care of her clothing and she stepped back out of reflex, her eyes on his member as it advanced. She heard a chuckle from above her and jerked her chin up to meet his amused gaze. His yellow eyes held her motionless as he reached out to caress her jaw, her neck.

Then, his fingers nudged aside the collar of her blouse.

The clothing that she wrestled herself into every morning fell like autumn leaves, drifting to the floor in a bright silken heap. When she was down to the corset and chemise, he hummed with delight as her nipples were outlined against the gossamer fabric.

She shuddered and gasped as his hands cupped her breasts where they edged out of the corset, kneading gently. His thumb and forefinger tugged softly at her nipples and her eyes closed as she surrendered to his hands.