His words painted a vivid image almost as hot as a caress of his skilled tongue had been on my tender folds.
He grew serious and his teasing kisses stopped. “Have I pleased you, Lexi? Do you dream of another man’s hands on your body, his tongue making you cry out?”
Was he out of his mind? I shook my head, but held his gaze. “I don’t want anyone else.”
His gaze heated. “Good. Your body, your orgasms are just for me. I am a very possessive mate.”
“Your body and orgasms are just for me too, then.”
“Just for you,” he confirmed. “I claimed one of your virginities last night. Did I please you? Are you ready for more?”
His gaze dipped to my mouth and he slid his thumb to run over my bottom lip, then pushed into my mouth. I licked at the tip before sucking on it, just as I had his cock. Yes, he’d definitely claimed my mouth.
“You did a very good job and you know it.”
He grinned, forcing a smile from me as I released his thumb. The warmth in his eyes set me at ease, but not completely. I was nervous. I couldn’t help it. “I am nervous. I’m trying not to be. But I didn’t say I didn’t want this.” I shook my head. “I said I shouldn’t want this. But I do. I shouldn’t want you to fuck my ass, but I do.”
His eyes flared then with heat and he took my hand and led me down the hall once again, this time our pace was a little quicker. I took in his large shoulders, his powerful frame and drop-dead gorgeous face. He was too good to be true, and he was leading me to his room to take my body in a way I’d never dared imagine, let alone want.
But I did now. I wanted whatever he would do to me, knew I would experience nothing but sensual bliss under his touch.
Oh. My. God. Three days ago I was on Earth, a virgin hoping that there was some guy out there that might be interested in me. Might be interested in making me come, possibly before he did. Might find my curves hot.
And now I was going to have Von’s thick cock—and I knew how thick it was because it had been deep down my throat the night before—claim my ass. My ass! I’d never even considered anal sex until the three virginities were explained. I’d been so focused on old-fashioned sex, a man filling my vagina, that I hadn’t considered anything else.
I wanted to do this. Perhaps I’d been injected with not just an NPU for language processing, but a slut button and Von had not only found it, he’d pushed it. Hard.
He’d said that besides dream sharing, we’d also become more and more horny for each other as time passed, that the need to claim each other was deeply rooted in our newly awakened marks. He said the desire that flowed between marked mates was fierce and undeniable. I believed him now. I was eager for this. For him. Anything we would do together would be all right as long as he was touching me, making me his.
When the door to his room closed behind us, I looked about. His rooms were similar to the suite I shared with the girls, only smaller. It seemed the men didn’t share. This worked for me because while the idea of someone seeing me with Von at the restaurant would have been embarrassing. This? This needed to be done all alone.
“Take off your clothes.”
Chapter Thirteen
Lexi
Spinning on my pretty heels, I saw Von leaning against the closed door with his arms crossed. He was watching me with a gaze so heated I was surprised my dress didn’t burst into flames.
“Don’t you want to help?”
Slowly, he shook his head.
What was it about a man in uniform? So commanding, so bold. I wanted to do just as he said.
“I want to see what’s underneath. Our dream sharing only goes so far. I want to see all of you tonight.” His gaze drifted over every inch of me, from my toes to the tip of my head. “I want to taste you everywhere, every inch, Lexi.”
I shivered. Hell yeah, I wanted that too. I reached behind me, trying to find the buttons of my dress. Frustrated I turned, giving him my back. “I can’t get out of the dress alone.”
The soft sound of his boots on the thick carpet as he neared had me closing my eyes in anticipation. When his fingertips traced the back of my shoulders and neck before wandering down my spine to the top of the dress, I swayed into him, wanting more than just the small ends of his fingers on my skin.
With deft fingers, he undid the buttons one by one. Once loose, I spun back around, holding the bodice in place.
The top swells of my breasts were exposed little by little as I lowered it. When I saw his eyes watch the motion, I slowed down. My thoughts of being taunted and jeered for my full breasts, ample hips and round butt cooled some of my eagerness. “I’m not…thin.”