Page 36 of Klaz
“Like what you see?” Klaz’s deep voice rumbled through the room.
I swallowed hard, trying to find refuge in my usual first line of defense - a sharp tongue. “Just admiring the view. It’s not often I get to see a Vinduthi au naturel.”
He moved towards me with predatory grace, each step deliberate. “Is that so? And here I thought you might have seen it all by now.”
“Oh, there’s always something new to discover,” I replied, aiming for nonchalance but hearing the breathiness in my own voice. “For instance, I had no idea Vinduthi were so... well-equipped.”
Klaz’s lips quirked in a half-smile. “We’re full of surprises.”
He was close now, so close the heat radiating from his body warmed me. My fingers itched to trace the contours of his muscles, to explore every inch of his form. But I held back, suddenly unsure of myself in a way I’d never been before.
“Cinta,” Klaz murmured, his voice low and rough. “What are we doing?”
I looked up into his eyes, searching for... something. An answer, maybe. Or a question I didn’t know how to ask. “I don’t know,” I admitted softly. “This isn’t exactly my usual game plan.”
His hand came up, fingers brushing my cheek with unexpected gentleness. “And what is your usual game plan?”
“Hit and run,” I said, trying for a laugh that came out more like a sigh. “Get in, get what I want, get out before anyone gets hurt.”
“And now?”
I leaned into his touch, swallowed hard. “Now... I’m not sure I want to run.”
Klaz’s gaze held mine, searching for truths I wasn’t sure I could articulate. His thumb stroked my cheek, a simple gesture that sent ripples of warmth through me. I felt exposed, not just physically but in a way that reached down into the core of who I was.
“Klaz,” I whispered. “I’m scared.”
It was the most honest thing I’d said in a long time, fragile and terrifying, and immediately I wished I hadn’t said a word.
He didn’t laugh or dismiss my fear. Instead, he cupped my face with both hands, his touch firm yet gentle. “I won’t let anything hurt you, Cinta. I swear it.”
The intensity of his promise shook me to my foundation. I’d always been the one looking out for myself, the one making sure I came out on top. The idea that someone else—that Klaz—would want to protect me was both thrilling and disconcerting.
“I believe you,” I said, and I realized that I did. With Klaz, I felt safe in a way I never had before.
With a low growl, he pulled the towel from me and pushed me back onto the bed, his body following mine until he hovered over me, a study in controlled power. He dipped his head to press a kiss to the hollow of my throat, his teeth grazing my skin making me pant with anticipation.
He began to dot my entire body with kisses, each one a brand, a promise. He explored the dip of my collarbone, the swell of my breasts, the sensitive skin behind my knees. Every touch, every kiss, every nibble sent me higher, until I was trembling beneath him, my body aching for more.
I lost track of time, lost in the sensations Klaz was evoking in me. It was as if he was memorizing every inch of me, claiming me not just with his body but with his soul. And when his mouth finally closed over my nipple, I arched off the bed with a cry, my fingers threading through his damp hair, brushing against his horns.
“Klaz, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. I just knew that I needed him, needed this connection more than I’d ever needed anything in my life.
The warmth of Klaz’s body enveloped me, his skin a canvas of living art beneath my fingertips. I traced the swirling green patterns, each line and curve a testament to the wild, untamed beauty of his kind. His flesh was firm yet yielding under my touch, a contrast to the hardness that pressed against my thigh, insistent and demanding.
He moved with a predator’s grace, pinning my hands above my head. His grip was unyielding, a silent promise of the dominance to come. I squirmed beneath him, a futile attempt at regaining control, but his low chuckle told me he knew exactly what I was doing.
“Stay still,” Klaz commanded, his voice a deep rumble that resonated deep within me.
I bit my lip, nodding slightly, though the fire in my belly urged me to defy him. His free hand cupped my breast, fingers teasing the peak until it hardened under his touch. I gasped as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
His mouth replaced his fingers, lips warm and tongue skilled as he laved and nipped at the sensitive flesh. I arched into him, my body betraying my need for more. His teeth grazed my skin, a reminder of the predator that lurked beneath his gentle touch.
Klaz’s hand roamed further, fingers dancing over my stomach before delving between my legs. I whimpered as hestroked me, his touch expertly coaxing my desire to the surface. He explored me with a patience that belied the urgency I felt building within him.
“You’re so wet for me, Cinta,” he murmured against my breast, his voice thick with need.
I could only moan in response, my thoughts scattering as he slipped a finger inside me. He stroked my inner walls, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I clenched around him, my body begging for more even as my mind reeled from the intensity of the sensations.