Destin's Hold (The Alliance #5)(27)

“Not for long if I do it right,” Destin teased, pulling her leggings the rest of the way off. “Will you trust me?”

Sula tilted her head when he paused, holding her leggings in his hands. She studied his intense expression for several long seconds before she nodded. She wanted to experience it all – with him.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I will trust you. Can I make you ache like this as well? I think I would enjoy torturing you.”

“You already have,” Destin chuckled.

He tossed her leggings onto the pile of his clothes, never taking his gaze off of her. A shiver of need ran through Sula. His gaze was hot enough to burn away the vestiges of her control.

Her breathing accelerated when he rose up on his knees between her legs. She could see every proud inch of him. She could also see the scars that marred his darker flesh. The scars didn’t detract from the beauty of his body. If anything, they made her curious as to how each one came to be there. She wanted to explore him and kiss each mark in reverence of his ability to have survived so much. Sula knew she had led a sheltered life. That knowledge was one of the reasons she had fought so hard to break free of the glass bubble her parents had tried to cocoon around her. Destin had been cut by the glass of the bubble he had been born in. Each jagged scar was a testament to the challenges he had faced and overcome.

“Lift your arms above your head and hold onto the frame of the bed,” Destin ordered, caressing her lower legs.

“But… I wish to touch you,” Sula whispered, unsure of how she was supposed to pleasure him if she was holding onto the metal bar.

“You’ll have a chance, but for now… just hold on and enjoy,” he instructed, lifting her legs up and sliding them over his shoulders.

“Oh, are you going to…?” Sula started to ask before her head fell back and her eyes closed at the intense pleasure. “You have found the heat! Yes…,” she gasped, trying to press up against him while at the same time unsure she would be able to handle the unspeakable pleasure swamping her body.

Destin’s soft, warm chuckle feathered her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t close her legs because he was between them. Her heels dug into his shoulder blades. The memory of the wound to his left shoulder swept through her mind. Worried, she started to lift her leg off of his shoulder, but he reached up and wrapped his arm around her thigh, stopping her.

She abandoned all reasonable thoughts after the first touch of his mouth against her swollen womanhood. She had seen such a thing done on the files she had watched, but the feelings were entirely different than what she had expected. Instead of being repulsed by such an intimate touch, she craved to know more.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the explosions of pleasure piercing her. She pulled in low, gasping breaths when she felt his tongue caressing her. After talking with Chelsea and watching the files, she had researched the differences between human females and her own body.

Physically, most of the differences were superficial. There were the obvious differences in skin color, and her facial features were flatter. She had larger eyes and a smaller nose. Her mouth was wider, though she had seen some human females with mouths not much narrower than hers. She also had two breasts, though they tended to be smaller than the average humans.

Her feminine design was a little different. She did not have hair on her body except on her head. Like a human, a Usoleum female had one clitoris. It was highly sensitive to stimulation and was protected until the female became aroused by a male she chose to mate with; then it would swell, becoming accessible to the male. Without this stimulation, it was virtually impossible for a female to have a sexual relationship with a male.

At the moment, Sula was more than stimulated. Her chemical and physical reaction to Destin was unprecedented. The taste of his kiss, the way he pressed his tongue into her mouth and teased her, and the way his hands felt against her body released the mating chemical which now consumed her.

Her hips moved to the pace of his tongue. She could feel her body opening for him, ready for more, needing more. A hiccup of breath escaped her when he paused and she stiffened. It was as if he was waiting for that heightened sense of expectation before his hands slid up between her thighs and he exposed even more of her to his touch. A harsh cry ripped from her lips when he captured the swollen nub between his lips and touched it with his tongue. Intense pleasure soared through her body. Her hands gripped the top frame of the bed and her body arched in response. Destin’s hands moved back to her thighs to keep her from pulling away while he continued to suck on her. Sula could feel the tidal wave building, growing more intense before it crashed through her, sending her into a convulsion of aftershocks as she came.

A low sob escaped her and she shook her head at the intensity of the feelings rushing through her. None of the stimulations she had performed on her body had ever prepared her for this. She was vaguely aware of Destin gently sliding her legs from his shoulders and moving back up her body.

Another loud moan escaped her when he captured her right nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on it. Already over stimulated by her orgasm, the added touch of Destin’s almost painful attack on her nipple sent her back over the edge. It took her a moment to realize that an additional sensation of pressure was pressing against her. The hard, bulbous head of Destin’s cock was slowly penetrating her now relaxed vaginal walls. The tiny muscles of her channel moved along his silken length, greedily drawing him deeper.