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  “Maybe,” I said. “But maybe…maybe lower?”

  “Lower, hmm?” he mused. “I wonder where that could be. Maybe…here?”

  He pulled the shirt completely apart, baring my pussy mound. I still didn’t have any underwear, though I kept meaning to get Al to synthesize me some, so I was naked. I blushed and pressed my thighs together so he couldn’t see my slit.

  “No, Zoe,” he murmured in his deep, rumbling voice. “You have to let me see where it hurts. Come on, sweetheart—spread your legs for me and let me see.”

  I thought about protesting but part of me didn’t want to protest. Part of me just wanted to let him do whatever he wanted to me and damn the consequences.

  “All right,” I whispered at last. It was hard to do but I made myself spread my thighs and bare my pussy for him.

  By now all the attention he’d been paying my breasts had made me positively molten from the waist down. I blushed at the way my outer pussy lips were swollen with need and spreading to reveal my inner folds. Worst of all, I was extremely wet—my whole pussy and my inner thighs were shiny with my juices.

  It was incredibly embarrassing.

  “Oh…” I whispered and started to close my legs but Sarden held me back

  “No, Zoe, let me look at you,” he murmured. “You’re so damn beautiful it makes me ache. You know that?”

  “I…I guess.” I bit my lip again, feeling sexy and shy and vulnerable and incredibly turned on all at the same time.

  “Now let me see if I can guess where it hurts,” Sarden mused. “Could it be here?” He traced a design lightly on my inner thigh, making me jump and gasp.

  “Yes…some,” I admitted.

  “Then I’ll have to heal you.” Ducking his head, he dragged his tongue up my right inner thigh, making me gasp. He did the same on the left but though I was sure I would soon feel his mouth on my pussy, he only cleaned the juices away from my inner thighs thoroughly before looking up again.

  “Better, Zoe?” he murmured, his eyes hot.

  “Some,” I whispered. “But…”

  “But that’s not the only place you hurt, is it?” Using his fingertip, he traced gently over one side of my outer pussy, making me jump and quiver. “How about this? Do you need me to lick you here?”

  “Yes,” I whispered breathlessly, spreading my legs a little wider. “Yes, please. Heal me there, Sarden. I…I need you to.”

  “My pleasure,” he growled and then his tongue was back, dragging upward from the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top. I could feel his hot breath on me, bathing my open pussy. And yet, he was still only licking my outer lips. I moaned restlessly, wondering when all this teasing would end. I needed his tongue on me, damn it—needed his tongue in me.

  Sarden seemed to sense my need because after sucking my outer lips into his mouth and releasing them very, very slowly, he finally looked up again.

  “What is it, Zoe? Are you hurting someplace else?” he murmured teasingly. “Do you need my tongue healing you in a more intimate place?”

  “You know I do,” I said and my words were more than half moan. I pulled my hands free of the sleeves of the shirt, wanting to reach for him. I ran my hands through his thick, black hair and then let my fingers trace his horns, from the base all the way up to their short, sharp tips.

  He growled low in his throat and I suddenly remembered that his horns were an erogenous zone. The thought reminded me of what the mechanic and his assistant had told us back on Gallana—that the horns were often used by the female to guild her Vorn lover to exactly the spot where she needed him.

  The minute the thought made its way into my head, I knew what I had to do.

  “I know,” I said to Sarden, taking a firmer grip on his horns as I stroked them up and down. “Why don’t I show you where it hurts?”

  He made a low groan of pure desire.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled, leaning in to my caress. “Lead me. Guide me where you need my mouth…my tongue.”

  “Here,” I whispered and pulled his head down so that his mouth finally, finally found my inner pussy and his tongue found my aching clit.

  Sarden made a low, hungry, possessive sound and then his hands crept around my thighs, opening my legs further, splitting me wide so he could taste me as deeply as he needed to –as I needed him to.

  “Oh…Oh,” I gasped as he lashed the throbbing button of my clit with his tongue, spreading the warm cinnamon fire of his mouth all over my helpless pussy. “Oh, please…”

  He had tasted me once before but not so deeply, or so hungrily. Before he’d been taking it more slowly and we had been interrupted before I could reach the peak. This time I could tell Sarden wasn’t going to stop—not until I came for him.

  I moaned helplessly and pulled on his horns, which grew and throbbed in my hands, while I bucked my hips up shamelessly to meet his mouth. Here I was, spread out mostly naked on the hoverbed with a seven-foot tall alien between my thighs. I knew I must look wanton with my breasts heaving and my body bared but I was too hot to be embarrassed anymore. I could feel myself climbing the peak and I wanted so badly to reach it. Wanted to come so hard as I felt Sarden’s hot tongue caressing my open pussy.

  I tugged harder on his horns and he responded by pressing my thighs back and putting my legs over his broad shoulders. I moaned as the new position made me feel even more open—more vulnerable. God, I couldn’t stand much more—I was going to come…going to come so hard…

  And then I felt his tongue slide down and enter me as one finger took its place. He circled my aching clit with his fingertip while thrusting into me, tasting me as deeply as he could. He was growling continuously now—a low, hungry, animal sound. The deep vibrations of his growls moving through my pussy were too much to bear.

  It was enough—more than enough. I felt the wire that had been tightening in my belly suddenly snap and my orgasm washed over me like a warm tidal wave of pleasure.

  “Oh, Sarden…oh!” I gasped, pulling even harder on his horns. My toes curled and my back arched, my clit throbbing as he kept licking and sucking and tasting, eager to lap away the fresh wetness that came from my pussy as I came for him—came so hard I actually saw stars flashing before my eyes.

  It was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had in my life and yet…it wasn’t enough. The moment he raised his face from between my legs, panting, his mouth and jaw wet with my juices, I knew I wanted more. No, I needed more.

  “Zoe,” he growled, licking his full, shiny lips. “Gods, your pussy tastes so sweet.”

  “I love the way you taste me,” I whispered, still panting a little myself. “But Sarden, I need more…I need a…a deeper kind of healing.”

  His eyes flashed. “Don’t ask for something you can’t handle, sweetheart.”

  “I can handle it,” I said. “I swear I can.”

  “And what exactly do you feel like you can handle?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

  I blushed but lifted my chin. “More than your fingers,” I whispered. “And more than your tongue. Please, Sarden, I ache…inside.”

  “Well…” He pretended to consider, his eyes burning with lust. “There are other ways to heal you. My body is attuned to yours now—the same healing compounds in my mouth are doubled in other areas.”

  “What areas?” I whispered breathlessly, knowing already what he meant.

  “Here.” He took my hand and guided it down to the long, hard bulge beneath his tight leather trousers.

  I bit my lip. “You mean…you have healing compounds in your, uh, other fluids?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” He nodded slowly, looking down at me, his face filled with desire. “But I’m afraid I would have to come inside you—deep inside you—to heal you completely. To take care of that ache you were telling me about.”

  A shiver ran through me and I felt my stomach clench with desire.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please—that’s w