It was a couple of seconds after Zemos’ statement that
Elisa’s mind finally registered his mouth was on hers. Zemos was kissing her. His big hands, hands capable of crushing a coconut,
cupped her face, holding it tilted to one side so he could get the perfect
angle. His lips were soft and warm and
moving over hers with a tenderness that made the melted feelings inside
stronger than before.
He was kissing her.
Elisa was too shocked to move. All she could do was sit there as the
Kalquorian’s mouth took hers. She felt
the moist tip of his tongue slide along where her lips joined and she gasped,
her mouth parting open.
Zemos’ tongue slid inside.
He tasted her. She could taste
him. Musky, almost smoky in flavor, he
was what she had always thought a man should taste like. No, better.
And the feeling...
She moaned as his raspy tongue stroked hers. The warm feelings she’d had since being
bitten by the Dramok changed. They grew
more demanding. Deep in her belly, Elisa
ached. She knew a wanting so fierce that
it almost hurt.
One hand left her face, and the steel beam of Zemos’ arm
circled her waist, pulling her close to him.
Now his unyielding body was against hers, forcing her to mold to the
muscular length of his torso. Every cell
in Elisa’s body heightened to acute awareness, feeling him as she’d never felt
anything before. Her nipples throbbed to
be pressed to his massive chest. Her
pulse thundered in her ears. She was
dimly aware she clung helplessly to his shoulders, holding on to keep from fainting
from the beautiful assault that left her weak and shaking.
When Zemos’ mouth left hers, he looked down on her with an
expression she could not read. Triumph,
perhaps? She certainly felt
conquered. One corner of his mouth
lifted in a knowing smile.
“Yes, failing to notice you would be any man’s loss.”
International Version
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