Dzar-Ghan (Alien Barbarians of Vandruk #3)

43. Chapter 43

I still couldn’t believe I just did that. Tipsy Jenna was far more courageous than normal Jenna. Much more. Perhaps I should have tried alcohol sooner. When I thought about all the heartache over the past couple of days, I still felt sick to my stomach, but resting here, pressed against his chest, relishing in his warmth and listening to the beat of his heart after he told me he loved me too, was utter heaven.

He loves me , my mind repeated, sending surges of happiness through me. Somewhere inside me, a sense of guilt tried to claw its way up for being this happy when Mynarra was probably heartbroken, but my joy pushed any thoughts of her back down; I tried to tell myself that I deserved to enjoy this moment.

We reached a hallway, and Dzar-Ghan opened the first door. The cry of a startled woman made him apologize and close the door again quickly. We reached another room, but it was also occupied; the third, however, proved to lead into an empty room with a freshly made bed. How long had it been that I had lain in a bed? So long that I had forgotten how soft a mattress felt when Dzar-Ghan placed me down carefully.

“Now allow me to show you how much I love you,” he mumbled as he removed my clothing.

“Your breasts are perfect,” he continued in a low voice, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and licking it, clouding my already hazy mind even more.

“Your skin is so soft,” he rasped as his hand began kneading my other tit before his lips closed around my nipple to suck it into his mouth, stiffening the already sensitive bud and sending shivers of heat through me straight into my clit.

He lowered himself down to his knees, spreading my legs and caressing my inner thigh with his free hand until I turned into a trembling mess. My sex was fully exposed to him now, and my body hummed in anticipation of more of his touches. His fingers inched closer to my wet folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“I will devour every inch of you, my love,” he whispered.

I gasped at the picture building in my head. My heart sped up in anticipation.

“Mmm, yes,” I breathed, arching my back as he spread my slick folds with his fingers, gently probing my core.

An involuntary moan escaped me as his finger entered me, teasing my inner walls with an expert caress.

“You’re so tight, so slick,” he growled hoarsely.

His fingers plunged deeper than I thought possible, stretching me until I cried out in bliss.

His lips found my clit, closed around it, and teased it with his tongue until I mewled in pleasure. I reached down to grasp his hair with both of my hands, urging him on as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It didn’t take long for me to reach the brink of an orgasm. As if sensing it, he paused. For a moment, I thought he had stopped, but then his teasing resumed, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Each lick, each swallow, sent a new wave of ecstasy coursing through me.

I whimpered. My entire body trembled in anticipation of the explosion of release. His skilled tongue continued to explore me mercilessly.

Finally, I could no longer resist the pleasurable sensations coursing through me, and I rocked my hips forward, thrusting shamelessly against his tongue. My climax exploded, blinding me with its intensity.

Time seemed to stand still. My body convulsed from the incredible ecstasy radiating from my core. All the while, he continued to lick and tease me, drawing out my orgasm to an unparalleled length. The room spun, and the world around me grew distant as the intense sensations consumed me. I clawed at his hair and screamed his name until I was breathless.

His breathing was as ragged as mine, and as the last waves of my climax subsided, he slowly drew back and stood above me. Sometime during my climax, he must have removed his pants because his cock jutted out proudly. Thick and swollen, it glistened in the candlelight as Dzar-Ghan looked down on me. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction.

“You taste delicious,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

I could only smile; my heart still pounded from the intensity of my orgasm. He leaned down, his lips brushed against mine, and our mouths molded into a passionate kiss. I tasted myself on him as our tongues danced together. Our hands roamed over every inch of skin that was now bared to the other.

New tension grew within me as I reached out to stroke his hard cock, but he stopped my hand. “Don’t.” He shook his head. “Unless you want me to come all over you.”

The idea intrigued me, but a new ache had already grown inside me. More. I needed more.

“More,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

In response, he kissed his way down my body again, making sure to linger on every sensitive spot, making my back arch when he lapped at my nipple. My hands found their way to his shoulders to anchor myself while his lips and tongue danced across my skin. Heat radiated from my nipples as he teased first one, then the other, eliciting shivers running down my spine. Each kiss, each touch, felt like electricity coursing through me. I sensed that I was on the edge of a new and even more intense orgasm.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse from the pleasure he gave me. “I need more. I need you. I need your cock inside me. Now.”

He didn’t need to be asked again; he ceased his sweet torture of my body and, with a passionate growl, positioned himself between my legs, his erection thick and throbbing against my entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you now, my Jenna. Will you take me inside you?” he asked, his voice a mix of desire and possession.

Unable to speak, I could only nod, incapable of resisting the animalistic lust boiling up inside me a moment longer.

His cock still teased my entrance, his throbbing erection begging for release.

“Take me,” I pleaded.

He pressed forward, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust and take in his size. Then, with one strong push, he sheathed himself fully inside me, stretching me to my limits. His ridges, oh God, his fucking ridges… He plunged in and out of me, intensifying the pleasure of fullness inside me. His vibrating cock took me to a place of utter oblivion.

“Oh, fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his hips moving in a slow, relentless rhythm.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer while my pussy clenched around his cock, greedily absorbing the friction.

“Oh God, Dzar-Ghan,” I cried low and husky.

He responded by increasing his pace.

His thrusts came harder, faster, driving himself deeper and deeper into me with each passionate stroke.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. He grunted on top of me; his neck tendons stood out as he tried not to come yet, holding himself back to give me more pleasure.

Our eyes locked once more, our gazes filled with a mix of love and lust as his thrusts turned more frantic. His hips pounded against me, driving us both to the edge. My body tensed, the pleasure building to a crescendo, and I let out a primal cry as waves of ecstasy took me under so deep that I was barely aware of him having stopped his thrusts. His body trembled as his climax coursed through him. His groans filled the air around us, a sound so raw and intense that it sent shivers down my spine.

Breathlessly, he collapsed on top of me. His heart pounded against mine, as our bodies were still joined as one. I listened to our breathing as it slowed, and ever so slowly, the room seemed to come back into focus.

We lay there for a long time, our bodies still connected, our minds and hearts intertwined in a tender and passionate way, until eventually, he rolled off me and lay beside me, his arms wrapping around me in a comforting embrace. I put my head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heart, relishing in the warmth of his body against mine.

“That was incredible,” I whispered.

“You are incredible,” he replied, kissing the top of my head.

I sighed contently against his chest. Not sure how to deal with this much happiness. It felt almost scary.

“I love you, Jenna.” His hold on me tightened to emphasize his words. “Never doubt it. I am so sorry for these past couple of days—”

I put a finger over his lips. “Psst. It’s okay.”

He shook his head. “Nek, it’s not. Never again will I leave you to suffer alone. I will ask you every day how you feel, and I expect you to answer me honestly. This would not have happened had we just talked to each other.”

He was right. “It’s not all your fault,” I tried.

He stopped me. “Sa, it is. I take full responsibility. No matter what I went through, it was irresponsible of me not to consider you or your feelings. Especially you, who has done so much for us, for me.”

His words warmed me; his tone was unmistakably riddled with guilt.

I placed my palm on his cheek. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. You were going through a very hard time, and you were burdened with responsibilities.”

“My love”—he took my hand and kissed my fingertips—“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a generous, gracious mate as you, but I will thank Vorag every day for you.”

“I love you too.” I kissed his hard-toned stomach. “And I promise, I won’t hold back next time you hurt my feelings.” I winked to take some of the sting out of my words. I didn’t want to go through this heartache ever again, but if sipping skoff had taught me anything, it was that sometimes challenges needed to be met head-on. It might not always turn out as well as it did this time, but suffering in silence hadn’t helped either.

Discomfort spread through my left eye, and I realized that not only had I been wearing my contacts for longer than I should have, but I had also been crying with them, which was never a good thing. With a start, I sat up.

Alarmed, Dzar-Ghan rose as well. “What’s wrong?”

I needed those dang things out. NOW!

I clawed at my eye and pulled the first offender out. “Ah!” Then the other. “Better.”

“Are your eyeskins bothering you?”

“Eyeskins?” I asked, perplexed, cradling the tiny rubbery discs in my hand. With everything that had been going on, I had forgotten to put a bottle of eyedrops in my pocket like I usually did. My backpack with all my paraphernalia was in the tent, and if I didn’t get the contacts into their solution bath fast, they would dry out. Granted, I had brought more than enough replacements, but I would rather conserve them as long as possible, as there was no telling when I would be able to get new ones.

“Those things.” Dzar-Ghan pointed at the lenses on my palm, which I could already feel becoming brittle, or maybe that was my overimaginative mind. I squinted my eyes and was able to discern enough of his features to make out a slightly repulsed expression.

“Those are not eyeskins ,” I managed as a giggle grew in my throat. Eyeskins? Really? “They are contact lenses so I can see better. Remember my glasses?”

He looked skeptical but nodded.

“These are like the glasses, only tinier,” I explained. “I need them to see.”

“Why don’t you just wear your glasses?”

“Because these are easier. They won’t fog, fall off my nose, break…” I listed the many advantages of contacts versus glasses.

He didn’t seem convinced.

“Anyway, I need to put them in their container; otherwise, they’ll dry out and break.”

Understanding dawned on him. “The little bathtubs you have for them.”

I giggled. “Yes, exactly.” I liked his phrase a lot better.

“We need to go back to the tent?” He made sure.

I gave the room a yearning look. It would have been nice to spend the night in here. “I’m afraid so.”

“You stay. I’ll go back to get your bags.” He offered.

I shook my head. “I don’t want to be anywhere without you again. Ever. Not even for just an hour.” Remembering that Vandruks didn’t measure time by hour, I amended, “A finger breadth of time.”