Page 27 of Klaz
The kiss deepened, a dance of tongues and teeth that left me breathless. My hands wandered, exploring the contours of his body, the hard planes of muscle beneath the rough fabric of hissuit. When my fingers brushed the base of his horns, his growl grew louder, a primal sound that made me moan in response.
In one swift motion, Klaz lifted me off my feet, pressing me against the cool metal wall. His hands were everywhere, peeling away the layers of my environmental suit with an urgency that left me dizzy.
His mouth left a trail of heat as he kissed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me. When he reached my breasts, he cupped them in his hands, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into peaks. He took one into his mouth, sucking and licking, while his fingers teased the other, the sensation overwhelming.
I clutched at his shoulders, grounding myself as the world seemed to spin out of control.
Klaz released my breast slowly, his eyes meeting mine as he trailed kisses down my stomach. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice ragged at the edges.
“There’s nothing I want more,” I breathed, my words punctuated by the sharp intake of my breath as his fingers continued their delicate torment.
I slid my hands over his horns, feeling the ridges and valleys of their surface, the way they tapered to fine points. His eyes fluttered closed, a shudder running through him as I teased the sensitive spots I’d discovered.
With a reverence that startled me, Klaz sank to his knees before me, his hands skimming over my hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my suit’s lower half. He pulled it down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine, as if seeking my silent consent with every inch of exposed skin.
He parted my legs, his breath hot against my core. When his tongue darted out, tasting me, I cried out, the sudden intensity of the sensation nearly sending me over the edge. He lappedat me with long, languid strokes, each one stoking the fire that burned within me.
I was lost in a sea of pleasure, the world narrowing to the feel of his mouth on me, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the relentless flick of his tongue. My orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me, sweeping me away on a tide of ecstasy.
But Klaz was not finished. He stood suddenly, lifting me with ease, his hands beneath my thighs, holding me aloft as his mouth returned to my pussy. I clutched at him, my legs wrapped over his arms, as he devoured me, his tongue delving into me, fucking me with a fervor that left me boneless and panting.
The second orgasm built swiftly, a crescendo of pleasure that broke over me with devastating force. I screamed his name, my body shuddering with the intensity of my release, as I begged him for more.
My body trembled, still riding the aftershocks of pleasure as Klaz gently lowered me to my feet. I leaned against the cool metal wall, struggling to catch my breath.
I looked up at him, my heart pounding and reached out, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the tension there.
He closed his eyes, a low growl rumbling in his chest. When he opened them again, I saw a war raging behind them – desire battling with restraint.
“Cinta,” he said roughly. “We shouldn’t?—”
I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
I stood on my tiptoes, replacing my finger with my lips. The kiss was soft, tentative, a question, almost a promise. Klaz remained still, and I feared I’d pushed too far.
Then, with a groan of surrender, he deepened the kiss. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I melted into him, savoring the taste of him, the feel of his hard body against mine.
When we finally broke apart, both of us gasping for air, I saw the conflict still raging in his eyes. He took a step back, his hands clenching at his sides.
“We can’t do this,” he said, but the words lacked conviction.
I took a step forward, closing the distance between us once more. “Why not?”
Klaz’s jaw clenched. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Then show me,” I challenged, my heart racing.
KLAZ
Istared at Cinta, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Every instinct screamed at me to claim her, to make her mine forever. But I held back, clinging to the last shreds of my self-control.
“Cinta,” I snarled. “You need to get away from me.”
Her eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and desire evident in her gaze. “Tell me why,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard, fighting against the urge to act on my darkest desires. “I want to bend you over that table,” I said, nodding towards the nearby workstation. “I’d fuck you slowly, so slowly you’d beg me for more, cry for me to go harder, deeper.”
A soft gasp escaped her lips, but she didn’t pull away. I continued, my words coming out in a heated rush.