“Nothing
happens that you don’t want,” he said, his voice softly raspy. “Tell me what you want, Iris.”
She
didn’t even have to think about it.
“Hold me. Kiss me.”
His
pupils widened. A strong band of steel
circled her waist, pulling Iris close to the man sitting next to her. As if in a dream, Ospar’s handsome face
drifted down to hers. She closed her
eyes. The softest of touches caressed
her lips, a slow sliding of the Kalquorian’s mouth against hers. It closed around first her lower lip, then
the upper, as if testing the softness.
Then it settled firmly over her mouth.
She felt the hardness of his teeth through the kiss.
Iris
sighed, her lips parting beneath Ospar’s.
He took the opportunity to slip the tip of his tongue between them, a
careful tasting. Iris opened her mouth
more, inviting him in. He accepted the
invitation, his warm tongue reaching in to stroke hers, soft and slow.
It
was as gently raspy as his voice, like rough velvet rubbed in the wrong
direction. Ospar’s flavor was salty
musk. Somehow primitive, with an
undercurrent that Iris could only have described as masculine. Tasting him made her chilled insides heat
suddenly. She moaned.
Ospar
responded to the sound with a moan of his own.
He held her tighter still, and his tongue fondled hers with greater
force. The kiss became more demanding,
as if the taste he’d gotten of her had awoken a ravenous appetite. He plundered her mouth with desire. She arched against him, a thrill of pure want
chasing from her sex to her spine, up to her skull, and back down again.
Hands
plucked at her clothing. Too many hands,
reminding Iris she and the Dramok were not alone. But Ospar was still kissing her, the searing
heat of which burned away any thoughts save the ones that she needed to be
closer to him, to feel his flesh against hers.
Even the moments when they were forced to part so that her sweater and
blouse could be lifted over her head couldn’t calm the storm of desperate want. The instant she was freed of those pieces of
clothing, his mouth found hers again, kissing her every conscious thought away.
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