Cinta

CINTA

T he sound of running water faded, and I stared at the bathroom door. My heart raced, anticipating Klaz’s return. What was I doing? This wasn’t like me at all. I never got attached, never let myself feel... whatever this was.

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to shake off these unwelcome thoughts. The claiming bite. It kept creeping into my mind, unbidden. To belong with someone, not to them. A future that wasn’t built on lies and cons.

No. I pushed the idea away. That wasn’t my style. People always let you down in the end. I’d learned that lesson young and hard.

But Klaz... He was different. Wasn’t he?

The bathroom door opened, and suddenly my mouth went dry.

Klaz stepped out, half-naked and glorious. His grey skin glistened with droplets of water, accentuating the curves of his muscular form. The green markings on his skin seemed to dance in the dim light, drawing my eye along the planes of his chest and down his toned abdomen.

My breath caught at the sight of his cock and I flushed. It wasn’t just the size, although that was daunting enough. The broad triangular head and flanges running down the sides made me wonder what I was doing. Had I lost my mind?

“.”

My attention snapped back to his face. I felt the heat of his gaze like a physical touch and the small horns protruding from his temples gave him an otherworldly, dangerous allure that made my pulse quicken.

“Like what you see?” Klaz’s deep voice rumbled through the room.

I swallowed hard, trying to find refuge in my usual first line of defense - a sharp tongue. “Just admiring the view. It’s not often I get to see a Vinduthi au naturel.”

He moved towards me with predatory grace, each step deliberate. “Is that so? And here I thought you might have seen it all by now.”

“Oh, there’s always something new to discover,” I replied, aiming for nonchalance but hearing the breathiness in my own voice. “For instance, I had no idea Vinduthi were so... well-equipped.”

Klaz’s lips quirked in a half-smile. “We’re full of surprises.”

He was close now, so close the heat radiating from his body warmed me. My fingers itched to trace the contours of his muscles, to explore every inch of his form. But I held back, suddenly unsure of myself in a way I’d never been before.

“,” Klaz murmured, his voice low and rough. “What are we doing?”

I looked up into his eyes, searching for... something. An answer, maybe. Or a question I didn’t know how to ask. “I don’t know,” I admitted softly. “This isn’t exactly my usual game plan.”

His hand came up, fingers brushing my cheek with unexpected gentleness. “And what is your usual game plan?”

“Hit and run,” I said, trying for a laugh that came out more like a sigh. “Get in, get what I want, get out before anyone gets hurt.”

“And now?”

I leaned into his touch, swallowed hard. “Now... I’m not sure I want to run.”

Klaz’s gaze held mine, searching for truths I wasn’t sure I could articulate. His thumb stroked my cheek, a simple gesture that sent ripples of warmth through me. I felt exposed, not just physically but in a way that reached down into the core of who I was.

“Klaz,” I whispered. “I’m scared.”

It was the most honest thing I’d said in a long time, fragile and terrifying, and immediately I wished I hadn’t said a word.

He didn’t laugh or dismiss my fear. Instead, he cupped my face with both hands, his touch firm yet gentle. “I won’t let anything hurt you, . I swear it.”

The intensity of his promise shook me to my foundation. I’d always been the one looking out for myself, the one making sure I came out on top. The idea that someone else—that Klaz—would want to protect me was both thrilling and disconcerting.

“I believe you,” I said, and I realized that I did. With Klaz, I felt safe in a way I never had before.

With a low growl, he pulled the towel from me and pushed me back onto the bed, his body following mine until he hovered over me, a study in controlled power. He dipped his head to press a kiss to the hollow of my throat, his teeth grazing my skin making me pant with anticipation.

He began to dot my entire body with kisses, each one a brand, a promise. He explored the dip of my collarbone, the swell of my breasts, the sensitive skin behind my knees. Every touch, every kiss, every nibble sent me higher, until I was trembling beneath him, my body aching for more.

I lost track of time, lost in the sensations Klaz was evoking in me. It was as if he was memorizing every inch of me, claiming me not just with his body but with his soul. And when his mouth finally closed over my nipple, I arched off the bed with a cry, my fingers threading through his damp hair, brushing against his horns.

“Klaz, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. I just knew that I needed him, needed this connection more than I’d ever needed anything in my life.

The warmth of Klaz’s body enveloped me, his skin a canvas of living art beneath my fingertips. I traced the swirling green patterns, each line and curve a testament to the wild, untamed beauty of his kind. His flesh was firm yet yielding under my touch, a contrast to the hardness that pressed against my thigh, insistent and demanding.

He moved with a predator’s grace, pinning my hands above my head. His grip was unyielding, a silent promise of the dominance to come. I squirmed beneath him, a futile attempt at regaining control, but his low chuckle told me he knew exactly what I was doing.

“Stay still,” Klaz commanded, his voice a deep rumble that resonated deep within me.

I bit my lip, nodding slightly, though the fire in my belly urged me to defy him. His free hand cupped my breast, fingers teasing the peak until it hardened under his touch. I gasped as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

His mouth replaced his fingers, lips warm and tongue skilled as he laved and nipped at the sensitive flesh. I arched into him, my body betraying my need for more. His teeth grazed my skin, a reminder of the predator that lurked beneath his gentle touch.

Klaz’s hand roamed further, fingers dancing over my stomach before delving between my legs. I whimpered as he stroked me, his touch expertly coaxing my desire to the surface. He explored me with a patience that belied the urgency I felt building within him.

“You’re so wet for me, ,” he murmured against my breast, his voice thick with need.

I could only moan in response, my thoughts scattering as he slipped a finger inside me. He stroked my inner walls, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I clenched around him, my body begging for more even as my mind reeled from the intensity of the sensations.

He added another finger, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I rocked my hips in time with his movements, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he drove me relentlessly towards the edge.

“Klaz,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”

He released my wrists and I immediately wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. His cock nudged at my entrance, the broad triangular head slick with my arousal. I braced myself, knowing that this would be unlike anything I’d experienced before.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered me. I felt myself stretching to accommodate his girth, the flanges along his shaft creating a sensation that was both strange and exhilarating. It was almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain, but I refused to back down now.

Klaz stilled, allowing me to adjust to his size. I could feel his control straining, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. I tilted my hips, encouraging him to move, and he began to thrust in earnest.

Each stroke drove him deeper, filling me completely, until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. He moved with a rhythm that was both primal and hypnotic, his body claiming mine in the most intimate of ways.

As he fucked me, he whispered my name like a prayer, a mantra that underscored the raw intensity of our connection. I clung to him, my nails clawing at his back, holding on as he took us both higher.

The world around us faded into insignificance, the only reality the place where our bodies joined. There was nothing but this dark ocean, each wave carrying me closer to the precipice.

Klaz’s movements became more frantic, his control slipping as he chased his own release. I felt the telltale signs of my impending climax, the tightening in my stomach, the tingling that started at the base of my spine and spread outwards.

With a final, powerful thrust, he sent me over the edge. My orgasm crashed over me, a tidal wave of pleasure that left me gasping for air. Klaz followed me, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release.

We lay there in the aftermath, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Klaz rolled onto his back, taking me with him so that I was sprawled across his chest. I listened to the steady thrum of his heart, feeling a sense of peace that was as unexpected as it was welcome.

I lifted my head to look at him, my gaze tracing the sharp lines of his face. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw a vulnerability there that I hadn’t seen before. It was gone in an instant, replaced by the stoic mask he wore so well.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

I nodded, though the truth was, I wasn’t sure. What we’d shared had been incredible, but it had also opened up a whole new set of questions, questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

Time to change the subject. “So, about this hotel. I know you’re not comfortable here. Do you still want to leave now, or do you think we can wait until morning?”

Klaz chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. “But I’ve just gotten you warmed up.”

I propped myself up on an elbow, studying his face. The hard lines of his features had softened, but there was still a wariness in his eyes. “You don’t have to pretend for me, you know. If something’s off, we should trust that instinct.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m probably just being paranoid. Old habits die hard, I suppose.”

“Hey, those old habits have kept you alive this long. There’s no shame in being cautious.”

He nodded, his eyes distant. “True. But I don’t want to always be jumping at shadows. I’ll try to be more relaxed.”

I snorted. “You? Relaxed? Now that I’d pay to see.”

Klaz leaned closer. “I can be relaxed. When the situation calls for it.”

“Oh yeah? And what situation would that be?” I teased, trailing a finger down his chest.

He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips. “I can think of a few.”

I leaned in. “Care to demonstrate?”

Klaz growled, pulling me flush against him. His skin was warm against mine, the hard planes of his body a delicious contrast to my softer curves.

As we snuggled closer, a soft hiss filled the room. At first, I thought it was just the sound of our breathing, but it grew louder, more insistent.

“Klaz,” I mumbled against his chest, suddenly feeling drowsy. “Do you hear that?”

His body stiffened beneath me. “Gas,” he snapped, his voice tight with alarm. “We need to-”

But the world was already fading to black.