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“Frya. You’re as enticing fire. It sits in your core.” He placed his hands on her rib cage and then her belly, where she was burning the hottest. The fire was spreading. It was going to consume her. Maybe it was right that her monster would kill her.
SaKura was chanting something. It was too low for her to hear, but he said it over and over again. His hands went to her breasts, which were begging to be touched by him. Her breasts were dipping low, like the branches of a tree overburdened with cherries.
He took them in his hands, cupping their fullness before pinching her nipples. She played with his chest and moved to his pecs, kissing them before her hands were back on the nipples that called her name. She took her time to explore. The fire within her burned so intensely that she knew she had to quench it soon to avoid the blowback.
“Do you think—?” She gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, sending lightning raging through her. Everything was lost after that as he kissed, nipped, and licked his way down her body. She did the same, allowing her hands to move over his chest and arms, taking turns to explore them. She scooted down his body, allowing her dripping pussy to rub against the hardness of his chest and then his thighs. Jenna was soaring, not sure of what was happening, but she was there for it.
“Let me take care of you, mate.” That’s when she realized she wasn’t as innocent or ignorant of things as she thought. She turned around, presenting her needy pussy to him while she explored his cock with her eyes.
“Jenna, you can’t.” She gripped his cock and tightened her hand. A hiss of pleasure came from SaKura.
“Shh, I have this.” She explored the ring of tissue she saw first with the pads of her finger and then with her tongue. His taste exploded inside her mouth. He wasn’t quite salty, more of a smokey taste. His fingers slid over her slit before he pushed inside of her pussy. She struggled to breathe with pleasure swamping her. He played with her clit, pinching it and pushing it down to see it refill when he let go. When he took her clit into his mouth, she knew she was going to die and couldn’t find it in herself to protest.
She took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked. The words he was saying came fast, too fast for her to translate. Not that she cared, she needed more of this incredible taste.
She worked his cock, sucking, and using her hands. All tongue she thought, no teeth. This feeling of power and primal satisfaction was enough to knock her out.
Sakura lapped at her pussy before his fingers and mouth went to work. His tongue circled her clit while his fingers stroked inside her pussy. First, he used one before he added another stroking her walls and scissoring his fingers to bring her pleasure. When he added a third finger she gasped clenching around them, her pussy was clenching his fingers looking for more. She wanted him harder and deeper. She was thrusting on his fingers riding them in her desperation for release.
She moaned and screamed around his cock. Her release was so close and still so far away. She felt his legs stiffen even as a volcano gathered power in her lower spine, about to spurt fiery red liquid over everyone in its way.
She howled when her orgasm tore through her. It came with the power of a tornado, leaving nothing untouched in its wake.
Sakura gave a guttural roar before his cock pumped out his seed. She licked and lapped at it, taking as much in as she could. When her tense body finally fell with exhaustion, Sakura gathered her up and laid her on his chest.
This was everything. What could go wrong after this?
Chapter Thirteen
Jenna woke but refused to open her eyes. Memories of last night traveled through her mind like she was reliving an unbelievable trip. That was the problem. Part of last night felt like a precious thing she didn’t want to part with. She was always going to cherish it. To know that she was as feminine as other women made her feel good and brave. It was that feeling like she could take on the world. Yet, the other part of her scoffed. It condemned her for not holding to her guns. It told her how weak she was to have allowed herself to submit to pleasure. She was supposed to be the one woman on Earth who would not allow herself to fall for the lies of males. She had fallen by believing there was more out there for her. Last night she believed that she meant something to SaKura, even if he was a monster. The only monster here was the woman who couldn’t keep her word.
She gave a startled gasp when SaKura threaded his fingers through hers. “This is the first time I left my planet after my sister and the other females died. I told myself that as crown elect, my only duty was to make sure I was prepared to guide my people. I, along with my father, encouraged our people to travel, but to make sure they were strong before they left the planet. We, the royal family, spent hours, days, and years plotting the destruction of the Tan-ge. During that time I isolated myself from most of my people. I spent the same time chastising myself as I did working on the downfall of the Tan-ge. I swore there would never be a female for me and I would never pleasure-share again. Look where I am, what I did.”
Jenna listened to her mate’s words. No, she wasn’t accepting him as a mate; don’t be silly. She went back to those times she forced herself to forget. The times they sat outside under the stars talking. The moments she gave herself to him in dreams because they were only dreams. They talked and laughed and got to know each other on a level that had nothing to do with physical attraction. When she woke, she refused to think of those dreams because they couldn’t be real.
The thought of last night came back. She was inflicting pain upon herself for incidents in her life that she had been forced to live through.
“I don’t think your sister or the females of your world would want you to pay for what the Tan-ge did. There’s been enough suffering on your planet. They don’t want that for you.” There had been enough suffering in the Ashford family. Bella didn’t want to see Jenna in pain. “I don’t know what the future will bring and I can’t wrap my mind around you and me, not yet.”
Jenna couldn’t allow herself to live in the past any longer. She couldn’t allow the demons who killed her daily, with thoughts of their sinister grins and clawed hands grabbing at her fragile skin, to sacrifice her present and future any longer. She was tired of dying daily on the cross of another’s sins.
“I think we both deserve better. We’ll take this thing.” Her hands went from his chest to hers, one day at a time. That way, we can open it like it’s a precious present being presented anew each morning.”
“For one so young, you are wise.”
“Humph. We don’t get centuries to wise up. Humans have to do it fast or die in our ignorance. I’m taking a shower and hoping that Cleo is making breakfast. Later, you’re going to tell me how we got Cleo to cook for us.” She shook her head and looked around the room for her towel. She sighed when she didn’t see it. “Close your eyes, no peaking.”
She was okay with being cautious about her body, even after last night. Would calling Bella to talk about nothing and then casually dropping what happened be the right move? Was she supposed to keep it all to herself and ponder it alone? Was there a right answer? She got into the shower; the hot water pounded over her muscles relaxing her. When all this was over and she retired to the mountains to raise alpacas, she rethought the pig thing. She wanted a shower like this.
Jenna dried off and dressed in the bathroom before coming out. SaKura was sitting on the bed dressed with wet hair he was running a towel through. He must have used one of the other bathrooms in the house. She allowed her eyes to start on his bare feet. They were purple like the rest of him, yet, they spoke of strength. She was never much of a foot person, but she fancied that his feet gave away a part of who he was. His nails were trimmed, and she knew from seeing them as claws that they could tear a person apart, but he took care of them almost like he got regular pedicures.
She must be going crazy. She raised her eyes and immediately was intrigued by the jeans he was wearing. To see a monster dressed so casually in the clothes of her people took her breath away. What was worse, or maybe better? He wore those jeans better than some men she knew.
“Ready?” She had chosen a mini skirt to wear and a matching shirt that framed the girls, making them almost irresistible. The sperm donor would have said she was dressing like a hussy. His opinion no longer mattered, she assured herself.
“Beautiful. I’m ready.” He tossed the towel aside.
“I’m not picking that up.” Bet, she wouldn’t be anyone’s servant. He picked up the towel and then found the one she lost last night and picked that one up too. He winked at her and put them in the dirty clothes.
