The Lasaran (Aldebarian Alliance Book 1) by Dianne Duvall

Author:Dianne Duvall [Duvall, Dianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Dianne Duvall
Published: 2020-04-20T18:30:00+00:00

Taelon wrapped his arms around Lisa and held her tight, keeping her upright when her legs buckled. His heart slammed against his battered ribs. His chest and abdomen felt like they were on fire, the water burning the ugly wounds like acid, the pressure of Lisa’s body increasing the pain. But it was worth it.

It was so worth it.

She lowered the hand she’d buried in his hair and patted his arm.

Taelon reluctantly released her so she could turn toward him.

Her pretty face was flushed with pleasure, her dark hair slicked back. Moisture beaded on her eyelashes, clumping them together as she gazed up at him with warm brown eyes.

She reached for the soap, lathered up her hands, and returned the bar to the shelf. “Now you,” she said, her full lips curling up in a smile. She lowered her gaze to his chest as she reached toward him. Her smile faltered. “For a moment, I forgot…”

His wounds. She’d forgotten his wounds while he’d stroked her and now didn’t know how she could touch him and bring him the same pleasure without hurting him.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

When her eyes met his, he took one of her hands and guided it to his hard shaft.

She started to look down.

“No,” he commanded. “Look at me.” She couldn’t look down without seeing his ghastly wounds.

She instantly met his gaze once more.

He softened his tone. “Keep your eyes on mine, dashura.”

Taelon hissed in a breath when she curled her fingers around his shaft, her hand too small to enclose him.

She wrapped her other hand around him too, stroking his hard length with her slick, soapy hands. But she was being too careful. Too gentle. Too afraid of hurting him.

Taelon curled his hand around hers, tightened her hold on him, and showed her how he wanted her to stroke him.

She learned fast, her pupils dilating with renewed desire as she moved her hands on him. “What does dashura mean?” Keeping her eyes on his, she moved closer and tongued one of his nipples.

Pleasure shot through him, dragging forth a moan and nearly obliterating the pain. “It’s an endearment.” Drek, she felt good. Her touch. Her tongue. She could easily bring him to his knees.

She paused. “I want to take you in my mouth.” She started to crouch down, intending to do just that, but Taelon stopped her.

As much as he wanted to feel those beautiful lips of hers close around his shaft, he’d seen how awkward kneeling and rising was for her with their baby in her belly. It would be doubly so now. She was so tired from the long drive that she had nearly collapsed after her orgasm.

“Don’t stop.” He again covered her hands with his and urged her to continue stroking him. “Please, dashura.” He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. “I need you.”

She nodded, her hands tightening, increasing the pleasure.

She liked the ridges on his shaft. He noted it absently as she explored him. Worked him. Learned just what he liked.

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