14. ALICE

ALICE

We both knew what was going to happen when we stepped back on the little disc he called a glider to return to the palace. The small platform was filled with sexual tension. His hand laid across my lower back, and his long fingers stroked lazily over the top of my ass, eliciting an electric fire in my loins that was already heating my pussy.

We stood close enough that I could feel the hard thump, thump, thump of his heart, echoed by mine, beating just a bit faster than his.

Both of us were dripping wet, but since he didn't appear even slightly concerned about causing an electronic explosion on the glider, I didn't concern myself with it either. The air was warm, and a slight breeze coming off the ocean was already drying my hair and clothes when we reached his balcony.

"Can anybody just bring up their glider here?" I asked when he offered me his hand to help me back to the balcony.

"A stasis field only allows approved gliders to enter the proximity of the royal chambers," he explained, raising his eyebrow. "Guards patrol in case one might get stolen. You are perfectly safe here."

"Perfectly safe?" I asked with a challenging eye flutter.

He swooped me up into his arms, his lips mere inches from my ear. "Perfectly, except from me," he whispered.

Which was exactly what I wanted to hear, and the little waves of pleasure from his hot breath so close to my sensitive skin by my neck added to the pleasure building inside me.

He carried me to his bedroom, where he stood me up on the floor.

"Let me see you," he demanded hoarsely.

Heated by the deep, darkening orange glow of his eyes that reminded me more of a fire, I picked up the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Staring into his orange depths, I loosened the breast covering that acted as a bra before I shimmied out of my underpants.

His gaze was locked with mine for a long time, even when I stood bare ass naked in front of him, before his eyes slowly began to travel down my body, making me feel like the most desirable woman in the universe.

"Beautiful," he rasped. "Turn."

It wasn't exactly a command. I sensed that his voice and self-control were fighting a losing battle, and he would have asked me more politely, but his short utters actually created a hollow sensation in my pussy that bordered on an ache.

Slowly and seductively, I turned, making sure to rotate my hips and one shoulder at a time to stretch my tits with their already puckered nipples and bathed in his sharp intake of breath.

"The gods must have made you for me," he said after clearing his throat. It was the best, hottest compliment I had ever received. Had they come from any man from Earth, I would have laughed in his face. But not Zayden. No. Not ever. I recognized that the words came from his heart. His desire for me resonated in his voice, showed by the darkening fire in his eyes, the way his lips curled, and most of all, the way his hands twitched, rising and lowering, burning as much to touch me as my skin burned to be touched by him.

"Your turn." My voice reminded me of honey, and I hardly recognized it, but breathlessly I watched him unclasping his still wet pants, rotating his hips in a way that, sending another flaming ache through my pussy, to loosen them and drop to the ground. He stepped out of them, but I was only peripherally aware of that because he took a step toward me, like a stalking panther. My entire focus was on his hard, erect cock. So hard it bopped against his stomach, so thick I doubted I could encircle it with my hand.

Would that monstrosity even fit inside me?

I closed my eyes as they rolled back in their sockets at that thought, at the image of him struggling into me, filling me, spreading me. Juices trickled down my inner walls in drops, heating me for him even more.

One step at a time, he came closer.

When he was merely inches from me, I lifted my head for him to kiss me, but he gently pushed me back, so I sat down at the edge of the bed. He kept looking at me while he lowered himself to his knees, then his hands were on my thighs, caressing the oh-so-sensitive skin there. A moan escaped me from deep within at the contact. Applying pressure, he forced my legs apart, and shuddering, I obeyed, spreading them wide, opening for him, watching him lower his gaze toward my glistening pussy fully exposed to him.

Still I felt no shame or embarrassment, only desire.

I was leaning on my elbows, and now they began to shake, forcing me to give in and recline back. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers brushing over my labia, opening me to him, causing me to loudly take a deep inhale.

I felt his hot breath before his first lick made my entire body pulse and tremble. My hands buried into the blanket to have something to hold on to.

One of my ex-boyfriends had gone down on me before, but it had been more perfunctory than born from desire, and I could physically feel Zayden's desire for me, even before he muttered, "The gods' nectar is what you have between your thighs, female. You will make me drunk before I even mount you."

Good God, his words, the sound of his voice, made me quiver, and I felt the first small wave of an orgasm roll through me.

That was before he found my clit. Once his lips closed around it, I was writhing on the bed, imprisoning his head between my legs while keening sounds escaped me that were alien to me. My breath came out panting, and my body stiffened as Zayden rose me to unknown heights, holding me there, before he inserted three fingers into my pussy, moving them in and out, and I was lost.

Lost in a world of heat and pleasure that crashed over me and went on for I don't know how long. It ebbed and flowed as he mercilessly fingerfucked me while drinking from the juices now freely flowing out of me.

I was utterly boneless and caught in a world of bliss where my skin prickled with sensations when he scooped me up to bring me higher up on the bed.

One of his hands cupped one of my tits, kneading it. My eyes rolled back when he lightly pinched my oversensitive nipple, and another wave of bliss crashed through me. Then he latched on to the other and began to suck on it, toying with it with his tongue, while his hand continued to knead my tit, plucking at my nipple until I saw stars.

It took an effort, but my legs opened underneath him, where I felt his hard, pulsing cock. I moved my hips, tried to line my hole up with him, before he finally had mercy and let go of my breast to grab his shaft and guide it into me.

His hot head teased my entrance for a second or two. I felt my opening give, slowly, before it swallowed his head.

With a deep groan, his lips left my nipple. I tilted my hips up higher, and with another groan, he pushed into me. Inch by inch, my walls gave, barely. He spread them right to the edge of what they were willing to give, right on the cusp of pain, but the pleasure, oh, the pleasure as he inched into me.

"Alice," he panted.

When he was all the way in, we both halted, relishing in the sensation of him filling me so utterly. Our eyes met, held.

His hips rolled as he withdrew before he thrust back in. Each thrust gaining in intensity until there was only our rhythm of slapping flesh, hard breathing, pounding hearts, and moans.

I met every thrust of his before my body exploded all around him. That's when I tensed and just took his pounding into me while crying his name as wave after wave of hot bliss rushed through my body, lifting me to a place where I floated, free of thoughts, filled only with a sensation of utter ecstasy and happiness.

"MINE!" he howled out right before his hot seed poured into me.

"Yours," I cried as I came again, shorter this time, but just as explosive.