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  She held some out to him. He took it, staring at it dubiously. “Jesus, this looks as bad as the crap I’ve been eating on the ship.” He took a bite then chewed. “Yep, tastes as bad as it looks.” He put it down, but she picked it back up and pressed it to his mouth.

  “Urgle.”

  “Thanks, but I’m not hu—” She pressed the food into his mouth, and with a sigh, he started to chew. “Fine. But you know you won’t always get your way, right? As soon as I’m rescued…”

  He wouldn’t see her ever again. Too bad, really. She was gorgeous, and if they were in a different setting, he could teach her that he was the one who liked to give orders not take them.

  She finished eating and lay back down again, closing her eyes.

  Fantastic. Looked like he was in for a few more hours of boredom. He laid down beside her, closing his eyes and started practicing his inaugural speech for when he was sworn in as High-Councillor. He smiled.

  Chapter Four

  Laylla woke and stretched, feeling only a slight pull in her chest. The healing sleep of her people could fix most injuries. She opened her eyes, blinking then glanced out the opening of the shelter. Darkness was falling, and her stomach rumbled. Hmm, she’d slept longer than she’d anticipated. The injury must have been worse that she’d thought.

  Something moved behind her, and she rolled over. The male lay on his side, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. She ran her gaze over his face in the dim light. He really was very handsome. Need stirred inside her. He pressed against her, and she felt the hardness of his cock. The scent of his desire hit her.

  She should punish him. He tried to run away. If he had succeeded, he could have been badly hurt or killed. That was unacceptable.

  But perhaps where he came from, males were allowed more freedom. And he had lain here quietly, without protest, for half the night and all day. That deserved some reward, surely.

  Laylla admitted to herself that she just didn’t have the heart to punish him. Arousal stirred her. Reaching out, she brushed her hand down his chest.

  Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he stared up at her. He didn’t make a sound. Didn’t back away or move forward. He just lay there and watched.

  She dropped forward, brushing her lips across his. He moved up, pressing his lips firmer against her mouth. He licked her lips then slipped his tongue between them. He tugged at his hands, and she released them. He clasped hold of the back of her head and deepened the kiss. Her need grew in leaps and bounds.

  When he pulled back, they were both gasping heavily.

  He asked her something then touched her chest lightly.

  “It is fine. Healed.” She sat and pulled back the bandage, throwing it away. She heard him gasp. He ran his hand lightly over the slight scars. They were a little tender, but in another day or two, she knew it would be like they had never even been there.

  He said something in his own language. Maybe it was a good thing that they could not understand one another because right now words were the last thing she was interested in. She tugged at his top, pausing for a moment to see if he would protest. But he merely sat up and pulled the loose shirt over his head.

  If it had been lighter, she would have taken the time to study him. Instead, she decided to use her other senses to explore him. She dipped down and ran her tongue over his tight stomach muscles. He was toned and obviously fit. There was no hair on his chest, and she swirled her tongue around one nipple flicking it before moving to the other. He let out a low groan and moved his hands up to her head, twirling them through her hair. He tugged at her hair, and she obliged his silent request, and raised her head. Although he surprised her. Most males would not make demands.

  She kissed him, pressing her tongue between them to tease him, taste him. He was delicious, a taste she knew she would never tire of and she knew at that moment that she wanted him as hers. Once with him would not be enough.

  She nipped her way down his neck, twirling her hair around his wrists and pinning them to the furs as he reached for her once more.

  He made a sound of annoyance, and she raised her head, moving back slightly to study him. His breath came in harsh pants, and she knew he was still in need. Surely, he did not protest her pinning him down? But as she removed her hair from his wrists, he made a small noise of pleasure.

  Hmm…odd. Most males enjoyed being pinned down and dominated. But perhaps he didn’t and this was all for his pleasure.

  She dropped kisses down his stomach and tugged at his pants, tugging at them. He sat and helped her pull them off. Then he reached for her clothing. She drew back and quickly stripped. Once she was naked, he made a strangled noise. Did he not like what he saw?

  Why the fuck didn’t they have torches or some sort of light to pierce the deep blackness of the night? He could barely see a thing. He tugged at the skin they were using as shelter, drawing it back so some moonlight could filter through.

  Ah…that was better. Much better.

  Laylla was bathed in moonlight. A goddess. Long and lean. Toned but not too muscular. Her skin was deeply bronzed and smooth except for the red, raw scars on her chest. How had she healed so quickly? It was remarkable.

  He ran his gaze over her body, taking in her full, plump breasts, her slim stomach, the patch of hair between her legs. His cock throbbed, his balls so tight they ached. He needed to be inside her. Now.

  Laylla moved forward, pushing him onto his back before straddling his waist. It was obvious she liked to be in charge. They both had that in common. He would let her have her way.

  For a while.

  Two coils of hair spread out and flicked at his nipples. He cried out. Fuck! Who knew that having hair you could manipulate could be so damn useful? Laylla slid lower, running her pussy lips over his cock. She felt wet and hot, and he nearly came then and there. She continued to move lower until her mouth was even with his cock. She licked her way up the shaft, and he groaned. Jesus, was she trying to kill him? How was he supposed to last until he was inside her?

  She took him into her mouth and he half-sat with a shout. The coil of hair that had been playing with his nipples pushed him flat once more. It still amazed him that her hair was so strong. She pressed him down as she sucked on his cock. One hand dropped down to cup his balls, and he closed his eyes, trying to think of something, anything else that might keep him from coming.

  She bobbed her head up and down his cock, sucking strongly. Dropping her hand lower, between his buttocks, she pressed her finger against his puckered entrance. Fuck! No one had ever touched him there. But the feel of her finger against his back entrance was enough to have him coming with a shout, ecstasy bursting through his veins.

  Laylla licked her way up his cock, feeling pleased with herself. Those lessons from the elders on how to please a male had actually been useful. She gave the head of his cock a final kiss and removed her hand from between his buttocks. The elder had said many males enjoyed having their back entrance touched while they came. It seemed that was true for Rich.

  She moved so she lay on her side next to him, running her hand up and down his chest soothingly as he breathed heavily. She’d loved the taste of him, loved bringing him to pleasure. Once he was recovered, she would start all over again. She slid two fingers up his still hard rod.

  He reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling it away. Was he too sensitive? Apparently, some males were after a release. She moved her hand back to his head and pulled him in for a kiss. As he kissed her back, he rolled onto his side, pushing her onto her back.

  What was he doing? Was he trying to mimic what she had done to him? It seemed so as he kissed his way down her neck. She should stop him, it was not necessary for him to do this for her. But oh, that felt good as he nipped the area where her neck and shoulder met.

  Then he moved lower, and she groaned as he firmly grasped hold of her breast and flicked her hard nipple with his tongue.

  “Oh. Oh.”

  He muttered something against her n
ipple before moving to the other one. Goddess! That sent pleasure soaring through her body. The folds between her legs grew slick with dew, and she longed to feel his rod deep inside her. He moved lower, down her stomach and she tensed. Surely, he did not mean to? He could not! That was not done by males!

  She pushed at his shoulders, pressing him onto his back. It took more effort than she had thought. He was strong. But she soon straddled him. Reaching down, she grasped hold of his cock and pressed it to her pussy. She had not done this before, all she had were the elders instructions. When she took the tip of his cock inside her, she knew it would be a tight fit. The elders had told them that their bodies would stretch to accommodate any girth, but surely, they had not encountered one as large as Rich. Slowly, she pushed down, taking a little of him at a time. There was a stretching feeling but no pain. He moaned, and she stilled, checking on him. But there was only desire on his face.

  His rod brushed against that spot inside her that the elders had told her would intensify her pleasure. She whimpered softly as he reached up and brushed his fingertips against the top of her mound. He flicked them up and down then pulled them out, looking puzzled.

  She rode him, feeling herself move closer to release. Beneath her, he thrust his hips up, driving himself in deep.

  “Find your release,” she ordered. She could not find it before him, that would be unforgivable.

  She curled her hair around his balls, caressing them until he gave a shout. He arched up, the muscles in his neck grew tense as he found his pleasure. Only then did she finally let go, her release taking her breath away. She threw her head back as pleasure she had never known before washed over her. When the last tremors shook her body, she collapsed forward and rolled to the side, worried about suffocating him. But Rich turned and drew her close, pushing his leg between her thighs.

  Panting, she tried to catch her breath, to slow her heart beat.

  “That was wonderful,” she whispered to him. “You are handsome and special and mine. All mine.”

  He murmured something back, but she was already slipping off to sleep, totally content.

  Chapter Five

  He was grumpy.

  Rich followed Laylla along a path, frowning. He shouldn’t be grumpy, not after the way he’d woken this morning with Laylla’s mouth around his cock. He’d come in her mouth, still half-asleep. Jesus, what a way to wake up. He could get used to that.

  If only she would let him return the favor. But instead of letting him pleasure her, she had risen and gotten dressed, as though she wasn’t even aroused. But he’d seen her tight nipples, the way she’d stared at his cock hungrily. She wanted him. So why not let him touch her? Kiss her? Taste her?

  After she’d gotten dressed, in a new, tight leotard she’d pulled from her pack, she’d grabbed more of that awful jerky before wrapping her hair around his wrist and leading him out of the shelter. He hoped that disgusting jerky wasn’t a staple of their diet here.

  Not that he intended to stay long, he reminded himself.

  He should have attempted to escape last night. She’d fallen asleep quickly, clearly exhausted after her orgasm, and instead of taking advantage and sneaking off, he’d slept like the dead next to her.

  Annoyed with himself, he scowled. Too involved in his negative thoughts, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. Failing to see the loose rocks in front of him, he tripped, falling forward onto his hands and knees.

  He stayed where he had landed, his breath sawing in and out as sharp pain radiated up through his hands and knees. Could things get any more humiliating?

  “Rich!” Laylla knelt beside him and started running her hands over his body.

  “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Just embarrassed and annoyed. He stood, and she watched him worriedly. Then she pointed at his knee with a frown. He glanced down. “It’s just a scratch. Nature doesn’t like me, and the feeling is entirely mutual. The sooner I get out of here and back to a city with things like running water and lights and damn decent food, the better.”

  Laylla knelt and studied his knee.

  “For God’s sake, woman. It’s a scratch. You didn’t carry on this much about those gouges in your chest.” He pressed his hands to his hips as she brushed her fingers over the scratch. “If you kiss my boo-boo then I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

  Instead, she stood and pulled him close, kissing him gently on the lips. He tugged her closer, deepening the kiss, determined to take control. He knew he was a bit of a control-freak and right now, everything seemed out of his command. But he could control this.

  When he pulled back, he was gratified to see her eyes were dazed, her cheeks flushed.

  He might suck at hiking, but he could damn well kiss. It boosted his ego slightly.

  “I never suffered from self-confidence issues until I crashed landed on this hellhole,” he told her as she took his hand and led him along the rough path. He got the feeling she was holding onto him because she was worried he’d trip again, but he chose to ignore that.

  “Where are we going? ‘Cause I’m not exactly the walking type so…” He trailed off as they walked into a clearing. In front of him lay a glistening, deep blue pool of water. Large rocks surrounded the pool, which was fed by a small waterfall.

  “Okay, I’ll admit that this place was probably worth the walk.” He couldn’t wait to jump in. To feel somewhat clean again. He stripped off his clothes and ignoring her shout ran into the water and dived in, swimming under the water with long, firm strokes.

  Arms surrounded him, pulling him to the surface and he emerged with a frown, glaring at an equally furious-looking Laylla. She shook her finger, her voice high and clearly scolding.

  “What the hell is your problem, woman?” he asked. He pushed back, swimming away from her. He dived under then up. “I can swim.”

  She watched him. He swam back over to her. “Can’t you?”

  She muttered something, her eyes narrowing then her hair whipped around, and she slapped him on the ass.

  “Oh, so you like a bit of kinky shit with your sex, do you?” he murmured. Her eyes widened as he moved closer. “Well, okay, so long as you know it’ll be me doing the spanking.”

  His feet found the ground, and he pulled her close, taking her mouth with his. He cupped her ass, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He massaged her ass cheeks then pressed a finger against her asshole. “You seem to enjoy doing this to me, do you like the favor returned?”

  She dived back, and he felt a moment of disappointment. Had he turned her off by touching her there? Damn it, this language barrier crap was really starting to piss him off. He’d learned a few words, but he needed to learn some more. Luckily, he was a quick learner.

  He turned around as he noticed Laylla had disappeared. Where was she?

  Something warm wrapped around his cock, and he gave a shout. Reflexively, he reached down to protect his crown jewels from whatever creature was attacking him when he spotted Laylla’s golden hair. Oh shit. That felt good. How could she do that under water?

  It didn’t take long until he was fighting not to come, his legs shaking, his balls aching. Then she let go of his shaft and surfaced, panting for air with a grin on her face.

  “Damn, baby, that was hot,” he told her.

  She grabbed hold of his hand and drew him over to a large rock. She patted it, and he pulled himself up then reached for her. She shook her head with a grin and wrapped her hair around each of his ankles, pulling him to the edge of the rock, so his legs hung off the edge. She stood in the water and took his cock into her mouth.

  Rich reached for her again, determined that this time things weren’t going to be so one-sided, but she pushed him back, wrapping more of her hair around his wrists and pinning them above his head. He was spread out like a human sacrifice, only he was pretty sure human sacrifices didn’t get their cocks sucked first.

  She took him into her warm wet mouth quickly then slowly sucking her w
ay back up. Up and down. Fast then slow. He wasn’t sure what was hotter, her mouth or her pussy. The way she’d slowly taken him inside her last night had nearly killed him. But this, this was torture as well.

  His balls burned, his orgasm building. He threw back his head.

  “Laylla! Laylla!” he cried out as he came. She drank him down, licking gently at his dick as he lay there, panting. “Woman, you are gonna kill me.”

  One day it was going to be her tied down while he had his wicked way with her. He was daydreaming of just that when he realized she had disappeared. He sat up to find her swimming across the small pond to the other side. Rich dived under the water, coming up underneath her. Grabbing her ankles, he yanked her down then let her go, swimming away.

  He looked back when he realized she wasn’t following. She stared at him in confusion, her breasts bobbing in the water, her hair plastered to her face.

  “It’s a game,” he told her with a smile. He came closer then splashed her with water. He laughed as she spluttered, glaring at him. “It’s fun.”

  A calculated look came over her face, and he didn’t realize what she was about to do until it was too late. A wave of water engulfed him. Then her hair whipped out, circling his ankles and pulling him under. As he came back up, he was laughing. “You’re a quick learner.”

  She gave him a superior smile.

  They played like that for around an hour until Rich managed to pin her against the rocks. He smiled at her seductively. “Tit for tat, princess.”

  She frowned slightly. He placed his hands on either side of her head then leaned in and kissed her. He pressed his hard cock against her, and her frown disappeared. She reached down for his dick, but he grabbed her hands, pressing them to the rock behind her.