Page 20 of Her Scarred Heart


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I rise onto my arms watching his face. I want to see him come. He stares into my eyes then they drop close, his jaw tenses, and he groans. One last thrust up and he makes an ah, ah, ah, ah sound while grasping my hips tight.

I stroke my fingers along the sides of his face, up to his horns, and back down. He is beautiful. And I know, for sure, that I am in love.

How can I not be? He is so kind, thoughtful, and handsome. An attentive, giving lover, and everything I could ever ask for. As his orgasm passes he brushes my hair out of my face.

“Beautiful, treasure,” he whispers.

“Mine,” I say, pressing one hand onto his chest where I assume his heart is.

I guess I don’t really know but as I rest my hand slightly left of center I feel something odd. There is a double beat, not a single. I guess that would make sense. Zmaj are so big they’d probably need two hearts to push blood all the way around their bodies. Otherwise he’d probably pass out every time he got a hard on. Not very pro-survival there.

I lean in and we kiss longer while his cock softens inside of me until at last my legs are going numb from the position so I slide up, off, and then lie down beside him. He presses his hand to my chest.

“Mine?” he asks.

“Yours,” I agree, a smile on my face.

“Forever?”

“Yes,” I say and I know that I mean it.

I don’t know anything about fate, not sure I believe in it, but somehow or another I know that he and I are going to be good together. I feel, for the first time in a really long time, alive. As if my life is no longer an empty, pointless waste.

“Ready?” he asks, pulling me out of my musing thoughts.

I’m not sure what he’s asking and I look around expectantly until my eyes land on his rock hard cock that is standing erect and ready.

“Huh? Already?”

“Second,” he says.

“Second?”

He nods and gestures at it with one hand. “Yours.”

He rises up and pushes me over onto my back. Slowly he kisses across my lips and then down, lower and lower until he is crossing over my stomach and down between my legs. He doesn’t seem to have a care in the world that he just filled my pussy as he buries his face and pleasure blasts away any concerns I might have had.

He is as magical with his tongue as he is with his cock. I give myself over to him fully.

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Apprehension makes my stomach feel yucky as I walk up to the door to the motor room. I reach for the panel and then pull my hand back. I turn and take a step away but Provyd stops me.

“No, stay,” he says.

“I don’t care what I told you, I can’t do this,” I say.

He doesn’t answer, but takes my hands in his and gives them a reassuring squeeze. He leans down and kisses the top of my head then turns me back towards the door. I take a deep breath, hold it, then place my hand on the plate. The door opens and I see Jean’s back. She has something on the repair bench that she is working on and doesn’t bother to turn around.

“Busy,” she says.

“Jean,” I say, my voice tight and barely emerging.

She stops, dropping the tool in her hand and turning slowly around.

“Kai?” she says, wiping her hands on a dirty rag.

She frowns deeply, blinks, then rubs her eyes as if she can’t be sure she’s seeing what she sees. I have my hair pulled back in a ponytail which might be it. Or maybe it’s Provyd’s imposing presence that has her attention.

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