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nether lips welcomed his finger in kind as he slowly sank into her wet molten depths.
    Her soft cry was sweet music to his ears. The little shimmy of her hips as he pushed deeper into her almost undid his control there and then. Mentally steeling himself, he flicked his tongue over her nipple and prayed to whatever god that might be listening and still recognized his existence that his control held.
    He swore he could taste cherries, his hyperactive imagination supplying his lust-addled mind with things he would normally consider wishful thinking. As his fingers dipped into her core, the velvet walls clinging to him, ten feminine digits buried into his hair, tightening in time to his gentle but imperative strokes. He wasn’t sure if she was holding on or keeping him still or both, but he loved it. More so when she mewled with need as his thumb circled her clit.
    His breath puffed against her skin as he drew back, looking up at her half-lidded eyes. Holding her gaze, he slid his fingers out of her silken sheath and enfolded the honey dipped digits past his lips, sucking her dew off. He let out a low moan of approval as her sweet flavor filled his mouth and fogged his mind.
    Fuck the cherries. He could get addicted to this. Hand to her neck, he drew her to him as his tongue sought the taste of her kisses.
    Deftly he slowly turned them, their kiss interrupted as he laid her on the medical bed. He smiled softly, their eyes meeting briefly as his gaze toured the vision of her loveliness. Brushing her hair away from her face, he leaned down and began a journey with his lips starting with hers and heading down. His hands were far from idle, stroking her body, awed by the softness of her skin and the fact he was allowed to touch a creature like her.
    She shivered delightfully under his touch, her skin like satin, the feel of which had to be designed to test his control. The male animal within roared at him to speed up, take what they needed and damned the consequences, but he held it in check. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, delicate little touches that only served to increase his arousal and awareness. Time slowed and he wanted to keep it that way.
    He made his way down her abdomen, tumultuous as the rolling waves of the sea with her erratic breaths. The tempest grew as he cradled her breasts, the soft orbs warming and filling his hands while his tongue teasingly dipped into her navel. Then he ventured lower still. Like the sound of thunder heralding a coming storm, her gasp echoed in the room as he found her wet… then warm, sweet, addicting.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Oh lady, he really knew what he was doing.
    Sedj’s breath caught in the back of her throat as his tongue swept over her. Zeroing in on her clit, he proceeded to drive her out of her mind. Soft licks coupled with small nibbles wound the tension at her core tighter and tighter. Then he slid two fingers deep and groaned against her.
    The groan, the small vibration right against the most sensitive part of her, sent liquid heat rushing through her veins, and through her body to bathe his fingers. She couldn’t help the small buck of her hips, or the near pleading moan that broke from her lips.
    Her fingers were buried in his hair, holding him to her...just holding him. Deep within, pleasure blossomed. The old familiar ache rising to bring her closer to the edge faster and harder than ever before, even when she was intimate with her ill-picked mate. She shut down that thought before it could form. Perhaps it was humans... She’d always been susceptible to their charm and slick lines and this one was as charmingly rugged as they came.
    But his rough exterior was a sharp contrast to his grace and tenderness. His tongue didn’t demand, it coaxed, circling her clit and making her moan with need. His fingers didn’t impose, they persuaded, slowly stroking within her depths… ‘til he curled them in a come hither motion that tore a cry of pleasure from her