Chapter Twenty-One

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” she whispered, and he guffawed.

“Listen, rosebud, I’m the one worried about hurting you. Aren’t you a virgin?”

She bit her lip and blushed. He was being so careful with her, but she had needs and wanted him so very badly.

“Yes, I have never been with a male, but where I am from, females learn the art of sex through pleasure pods,” she confessed.

“Pleasure pods?”

“Yes.”

Her blush brightened, the pink so enticing as she trembled under his gaze. Heliodore moved them, swapping places with her, so she sat astride his hips. She loved the feel of him, hot, heavy, hard beneath her.

His rippling muscles were fodder for her hungry eyes, hands, and mouth. Daeja had never expected such a sublime male to submit to her, and yet, here he was. Her arousal piqued, she accepted his tongue into her mouth.

Daeja moaned when his fingers found her breasts, kneading the soft flesh there and pinching her hardened nipples.