The Yarian (Women of Dor Nye Book 3) by Poppy Rhys

Author:Poppy Rhys [Rhys, Poppy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-27T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Can you turn around, please?” Fin twirled her finger as she asked.

She was standing ankle deep in the lagoon he’d taken her to the previous day. After he announced it was time to leave, she’d convinced him to take her to the water so she could bathe. If she thought about it, she hadn’t washed in six weeks.

Unless he’d bathed her before putting her in stasis.

She preferred to believe she was filthy.

Hunter’s brow dipped in unmistakable irritation. Crouching near the waters edge, he said, “I’ve seen your body.”

“Thank you, for that reminder,” she grumbled. “Now, turn around.”

Nothing.

She stood there, waiting.

He sighed. “Either you bathe yourself, or I will.”

Hostility. Desire.

Oh, that look. It almost appeared as if he wanted her to fight him on this so he could manhandle her.

Fin grit her teeth and quickly untied the thin strap holding up her loincloth. She tossed it to the grass, lifted her chin, and hastily waded through the water to where it was deepest. Her knees bent as she sunk into the cool lagoon up to her shoulders.

Fin refrained from moaning.

The sun had barely risen, but already the heat could be felt, promising another muggy day.

She dipped under the water, wetting her hair and scrubbing her face. It took some time as she picked out all the leaves, and broken pieces of twig that tangled her long tresses into a ratty mop.

She wondered how awful she must’ve appeared yesterday, interrogating Hunter, yelling at him, all while looking like something the jungle chewed up and spit back out.

The thought made her smirk before she dipped back under water to work out the tangles and stubborn knots. She really wished she had her hairband. He must’ve taken that too.

Finley finished scrubbing her body as best she could with only her hands and no soap, all the while keeping her back to her captor.

When she heard a splash, she whipped her head around, eyes landing on the alien.

He was naked.

Buck naked.

Her willful eyes dipped, landing on his standing cock.

Oh sweet lord.

“Stay back!” she jabbed a finger at him, moving further away. Her foot slipped on a large stone, causing her arms to flail as she tried to catch herself and failed, dunking under water.

Hunter grasped her arm, pulling her up.

She sputtered, brushing water from her face as he crushed her against his chest.

Hot, searing skin.

A hungry rumble vibrated his chest and tickled her skin. When she looked him in the eye, he dipped his face down to hers, those temping, full lips closing over her mouth.

Did I just moan?

His fingers tangled into her wet hair, nails scratching against her skull as they grasped the tresses tightly and tugged.

I just moaned.

Her nipples pebbled, pressing into the extremely hard, and hot skin and muscle of his chest as he stooped down to devour her mouth.

Their first kiss. Scorching, ravenous, hateful.

He kissed her with an animalistic lust, and she let him. Fin sucked and pulled on his lips, his tongue, like her life depended on it.

His hands moved down her body, like burning coals on every part of her skin he touched.

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