Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
"Please," I whisper to him, so close to the edge. "Oh, please, Zakoar. You feel so good."
Zakoar leans down and presses a hand to the side of my face, caressing it. "I can watch you like this. See how much you like my touch."
I bite my lip, whimpering as he drives into me harder.
"Look at how pretty you are," he growls. "Look at how you shake as you take my cock." His hand slides lower, capturing one of my breasts and squeezing it.
I cry out, my entire body clenching up as I come apart. It's the hardest orgasm ever, and it only fuels Zakoar's need. He thrusts into me harder, pounding so deep that we're sliding across the bed, and his spur keeps hammering at my clit, forcing another orgasm through my body, and I come all over again. This time, when I fly apart, he's there with me, and he collapses on top of me, his weight pinning me down. I just wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tight, loving the feel of him enveloping me.
When I can catch my breath, I press small kisses to his neck and shoulder. "I loved that." I almost say “love you,” but that's just silliness, a grateful woman infatuated with a master that treats her kindly. Even I know that my brain is still all kinds of wrong after being enslaved for so long. I'm not in love. Not this quick. Not this fast.
But I am happy. And I'll enjoy that happiness for as long as I possibly can.
14
TESSA
“That was…utterly delicious," I tell him with a sigh. "Did you…like it?" I let my fingers creep up to his face and stroke the lines of his jaw. The metal feels different than skin, and it's not as mobile. When he smiles, only part of his face stretches, but I don't mind it. In a way, it makes me appreciate his smiles more, because I know he doesn't like to smile. He's utterly aware of what he looks like, so making him smile feels like a secret gift just for me.
"I did. I liked watching you."
"Same here." I smile at him, still stroking his jaw, and a little part of me melts when he leans into my touch. "Can I ask you something?"
His expression becomes instantly guarded. "You can ask."
The way he emphasizes it tells me he's not entirely sure he's going to answer. "Why metal? I know your people can make skin that's like real skin." I trail my other hand down his back, touching scars where the two shades of his skin meet up. "Why not do that on your face? Are you…is it a message of some kind? I'm not trying to offend, I'm just curious. I wouldn't care if you were a hundred percent metal." I wiggle underneath him, trying to ease some of the heaviness out of my words as he tenses over me. "That might make certain parts of you rather interesting."
Zakoar snorts at my joke, and then he goes so quiet that I worry I've offended him. That I've brought up something taboo and now he feels self-conscious. Even after several days in bed together, I'm still terrified of somehow making him angry and getting sent away. It's a fear that's going to be with me for a long time, I think, because my life exists at the whims of others and I don't like it. I don't like being so damn powerless. That will change on Risda. Until then, I'll worry over everything I say.
But he rolls off of me, flipping onto his side, and props his head up with his arm. He watches me intently for a long moment, and I say nothing. It looks as if he's got a lot on his mind. He reaches out and brushes his fingertips along my cheek, then slides down to my shoulder, then my breast. His fingers trace lightly over my skin, in the valley between my tits, and eventually, he speaks. "When I was a child, I was working in a munitions factory. A lot of families sent their young off to factories to supervise the bots and to do maintenance. My family was very poor, so I was sent off-world to live at the factory and send my credits home to my family. I believe I was seven when one of the bots malfunctioned and exploded, leaving me burned over most of my body." His gaze becomes remote. "It was very painful."
I swallow hard. It's utterly awful to think of him as a small, abandoned child forced to work for a living, but I know better than anyone else that this galaxy will chew people up and spit them out. So I say nothing, because I don't want to interrupt and distract him from a story that's clearly very hard to tell.