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Chapter Ten

Millie

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Exploding stars, this man can kiss.

His soft lips moved over mine, seeking entry. I wound my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced and tangled, his warm, spicy breath and taste driving me wild. The nudge of his tusks against my cheeks, the brush of fur on his wrists was surprisingly erotic. I’m kissing an alien. I’m kissing Nadir.

He groaned and pulled me hard against him. My breasts, heavy and achy, mashed against his chest. Tremors rippled through his body, eliciting an immediate response in mine. My stomach fluttered, and my pussy let down a surge of wetness.

Long, drugging kisses turned my limbs to mush and muddled my brain.

His hands smoothed over my back. He kissed me harder then dragged his lips across my cheek. Warm breath heated my ear. He nibbled my throat. Awash in sensation, I arched my neck.

He kissed me again. “You are a temptress. You slay me. You make me burn. You are my downfall.”

His murmured words thrilled me to the core. He made me feel sexy, alluring. What woman didn’t appreciate making a man go weak at the knees?

“Mm, yes,” I agreed, combing my fingers through his luxurious soft fur. Earlier, he’d brushed off the dust. I envisioned us getting naked, rubbing my nude body against his furry one—

Fuck. When I’d suggested we kiss, I’d expected a semi-chaste peck. I should not have teased him. I had nothing to lose; he had everything to lose. I didn’t wish to be the cause of him breaking his vows.

“Nadir...” I pulled away. “Stop. We have to stop...this is wrong...you are supposed to be celibate—”

“Celibacy is overrated.” He kissed my neck. Nibbled. Licked.

A moan of pleasure erupted from my throat. I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders. “You’ll regret it in the morning. I can’t let you do this.”

“Let’s worry about the morning in the morning.” He trailed his lips along my jaw. He cupped my breast and rubbed his thumb over my taut nipple.

I stifled a moan. “You could lose your position as king’s advisor.” Or could he confess to the king, be given penance to perform, and then be absolved of his sin? Did it work like that? Or was celibacy a hard-and-fast rule? What if he didn’t tell the king anything?

He raised his head and sought my gaze. “I wish to be intimate with you. Celibacy is cold comfort. I would rather have the memory of your soft body joining with mine to warm the austerity of my life, whatever it turns out to be. My life has been devoted to serving the needs of others. For once, I wish to serve myself.

“If you don’t wish to couple with me, then I’ll stop. But don’t call a halt because you think you’re protecting me.” His lips twisted into a smile. “It is noble, but unnecessary.”

“I’m not often noble. You should take advantage of it when I am.”

“You are you. Unfiltered and honest. It is not nobility that I desire.”

“You do know how to turn a girl’s head.” I ran my fingers over a horn then cupped his cheek. I leaned in and kissed him.

He growled in triumph, his mouth searing my lips in a burning caress that stole the breath from my lungs. I found myself flat on my back, his muscular body pressing me into the mattress, his erection rubbing against me. His situation continued to stab at my conscience, but he felt so fucking good. If he didn’t care, why should I? He was responsible for him, and I was responsible for me...right?

Abruptly, he sat up, and I thought he might have come to his senses, but he began to disrobe. I ogled him as he unfastened his tunic before standing to dispense with his leggings. Commando. He goes commando. My mouth dried at what had been hidden by clothing. He was a powerful bear of a man, slim-hipped but broad in chest and shoulder. The pièce de résistance was his heavy, ridged thick cock.

It throbbed at me.

“Are you waving at me?” I quipped.

“I’m wondering how much longer you intend to remain dressed.”

“Not much longer.” I stripped. I’d been forced to go commando, too, because my clothing had come from Araset. Undergarments were unheard of on planet Nomoru.

He was checking me out now, his gaze roving over my nude pear-shaped body, my average-ish breasts, wide hips, okay legs. I had pretty feet—and it wasn’t just me saying so—I’d done some moonlighting as a foot model—but Nadir didn’t give my exceptionally cute tootsies more than a passing glance. Okay, not a foot guy. Overall though, he seemed to like what he saw, so I forgave him for ignoring my best feature. His eyes gleamed with the kind of lust that made a woman feel like a princess. A bawdy let’s-get-down princess.

He stepped toward me and pulled me into his arms for a burning kiss, and I got to feel that luscious fur against my bare skin. Why are we still standing? I wondered, and, a split second later, we sank onto the bed.

If I’d thought him urgent before, it was nothing compared to now. It was as if something snapped inside him, and his pent-up desires poured out. He kissed me with fervor, his mouth crushing mine, his tongue thrusting, his tusks poking my cheeks. I hung onto his horns and kissed him back. “I love your ready-made handles,” I murmured.

My nipples drew into tighter buds as his furry chest brushed my breasts. Arching my back, I rubbed my chest against his, enjoying the erotic sensation of his rabbit-soft hide. He was fully furred except for his face, hands, and feet and that magnificent cock.

I slipped my hand between our bodies to stroke his hard-on, my fingers teasing over the ridges encircling the shaft. His growl of pleasure vibrated through me, and my pussy contracted.

He nibbled on my neck, my shoulders, my arms, his lips igniting tingles everywhere he touched.

Taking my wrists, he drew my arms over my head and kissed me with a fierceness that left me gasping. Releasing my hands, he worked his way down my body, teasing my sensitized flesh with lips, tongue, and teeth. He suckled my nipples before scooting down to bury his face between my legs.

Holy crap if that man didn’t have a magic tongue. And he knew how to use it, fluttering over my clit. It didn’t take long before he had me shuddering. For a man this talented to be forced into celibacy is a crime against womankind.

My pussy was still contracting from the orgasm when he slid into me, his large cock filling me to the brim.

Nadir fucking was Nadir undone. Amber eyes crackled with fire. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he growled. The primitive, carnal sound was so fucking sexy I could have come from hearing his voice alone. But, with every powerful thrust, those ridges stimulated my clit and launched me into the stratosphere again.

My pussy convulsed, triggering his orgasm.

He bellowed so loud, a fine shower of debris rained down upon us. Oh my god. He could bring down the building. What a way to go, though. I floated on a sex high, too blissed out to care. For long minutes, the only sound in the bombed-out shelter was our labored breathing.

Finally, he rolled away and pulled me to his side. My head settled on his shoulder, and I curled my fingers into his chest fur and sighed with contentment. Those ridges. That magic tongue. Whew! “For a man who is—was—celibate, you seemed to know what you were doing.”

I could tell from the way his tusks poked my head he was smiling. “I said I was celibate, not a virgin. I was in my mid-twenties when I pledged to the king.”

He’d certainly known his way around my body. Arasetan-Copan females must have a similar reproductive anatomy. How many women had he been with, I wondered. Had he been a hound dog, humping every available female with compatible anatomy?

“Ah, so it wasn’t like you’re naturally talented, it was more like riding a bicycle.” I feigned lightness, trying to ignore the green monster creeping in from the shadows of my insecurities.

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Nothing.” I ducked my head.

“You’re not jealous of the females in my past,” he guessed.

“Of course not.” I shouldn’t care how many alien bimbos he’d slept with before becoming celibate.

“No one but you has tempted me to break my vow.”

I did do that, didn’t I? My chest swelled with satisfaction until guilt chased away the warm fuzzies. I was free to indulge myself; he was not. I was the “other woman” who’d seduced him away from his responsibilities, not to a family but to the monarch. But I gave him a chance to back out.

“I’m not jealous of the men in your past,” he said.

The men I’d been involved with wouldn’t inspire jealousy, more like mockery or pity. He was the best you could do?

Nadir tucked a finger under my chin, nudging me to look at him. “I am only jealous of the one in your future. Because he will have something I won’t. He will have you.”

And Nadir would have nothing. Maybe not even a job.

I could see the bleakness, the resignation in his eyes.

I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I realized the hot-as-heck furry, horned alien had sneaked his way into my heart. He’d acted like a snobby, prissy, judgmental asshat I’d never look twice at, and then, when my guard was down, he revealed his true self: a loyal, protective man with a sex appeal up the yin-yang. How devious.

“Maybe not. There might not be anyone else, ever.” I couldn’t think of hooking up with anyone else. How could anyone compare?

He shook his head. “You deserve a mate who is good to you and for you. I hate him already, but it is for the best.”

I thumped his chest with my fist. “Stop it! We just had sex. The sweat has hardly had time to dry, and you’re talking like this is goodbye.”

“I did not say goodbye. I was encouraging you to live your life when—”

“When?” I arched my eyebrows.

“When we part.”

“Didn’t you say worry about the morning in the morning?”

“I did say that,” he admitted with a wry twist of his mouth.

“Then let’s worry about five years from now in five years.” I figured it would take at least that long to get over him. He’d captured my heart. Avoidance and denial would be the only way I would get through this. “I’d much rather focus on tonight.” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively and then straddled him.

I had no idea what the penalty was for breaking a vow of celibacy, but I figured there would be one. He may as well make the crime worth the time.

Heat ignited in his eyes. He uttered a sexy growl and pulled me in for a searing kiss.