dick rubbed raw.”
I had no idea what he meant, but I locked my muscles down when his lips began a slow glide against my tender neck. He wasn’t hurting me, his full lips actually very gentle, but it was him . My fingers tightened on his shoulders, my nails pressing against his flesh.
And I could see the Kireg over his lowered head watching us, not missing any detail, occasionally tapping absently on their tablets—not glancing away.
A small whimper escaped past my lips and tears burned again in my eyes.
The rebellion leader pulled his head back and glanced up at me. His cold eyes evaluated my features in an unhurried study. I couldn’t stand it and turned my head to the side, not looking at anyone, my gaze wholly on the round silver wall. He jerked his head to stare over his right shoulder at the scientists.
Gradually, he rose to his full height, and my jaw clenched when he released my sides to cup my face. He tilted my head in his direction, waiting until I peered up into his purple eyes.
His voice was so calm. “I don’t care what you have to do to make this work. Just do it. Pretend they aren’t there. Or close your eyes and act like I’m someone else. Do you understand?”
I nodded with a shudder, and my jaw worked against his palms. “Yes.”
“Good,” he muttered and held my eyes with his for another second. He lowered his hands, and on their descent, the backs of his knuckles brushed my nipples. My nostrils flared as the peaks of my breasts hardened, my eyes narrowing on his—unshed tears instantly drying. He lifted a white brow, his eyes straight on mine, and his question blunt. “Your nipples are sensitive. Do you like when someone sucks on them? Uses their teeth?”
My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard, my gaze darting back and forth between his eyes, unsure if he was taunting me…or serious. When he didn’t comment further, I mumbled, “I have no holy idea.”
He nodded in an efficient manner and then ducked his head again. His palms landed on my hips this time while I continued digging my fingers into his shoulders. A small, shocked gasp flew from my mouth when he pressed his right leg between mine, his thigh tight against my intimate flesh. The bastard leader ran his lips repeatedly over my neck, occasionally nibbling at my skin.
Goose bumps popped up on my flesh, and I tipped my head back, giving him more access—and to keep from making eye contact with the studying Kireg. I closed my eyes and instructed my body to relax. I pushed any guilt and revulsion to the back of my mind.
He’s just a man.
Just a man. That’s all.
It was a constant reminder I had to repeat inside my mind.
This is only a man pressed against me. His body is keeping me warm.
He ran one hand up my back and made me arch when his lips landed on my right breast.
The tiniest of a kindling flame flickered low in my gut, surprising me.
The literature had said this was necessary. Rinse and repeat inside my mind.
Just a man.
He paused momentarily as he inhaled…and then grunted softly. His tongue peeked out, and he licked in a slow glide, taking his time to thoroughly examine each of my breasts. His white hair brushed down around his cheeks as he switched every so often, giving my flesh equal amounts of attention.
My body eventually trembled against his for a different reason. And I tried valiantly to convince myself this wasn’t a sin—against my love for my people.
Just a man.
Geo lifted, running his lips over my collarbone and aiming for my neck again. I tentatively placed my arms over his shoulders and ran my fingers up the top of his spine, dipping them under his hair. He stilled at the action, his mouth on my left earlobe. His deep exhales warmed my ear when I faltered, freezing in the act.
He growled, his words quiet. “You may touch me. Right now. In this goddamn room.” He tilted his head further, running his nose up the back of my ear and his voice turning whisper soft. “Currently, it
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