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“None,” he admitted. “And I’m eager to discover what you look like beneath this dress.” Baxian’s finger retreated from between her legs to shove at the hem of her dress.

And she was eager to show him. Aivey rocked herself against him one more time before slipping off him. She kicked off her heels and then reached under her armpit to the little panel sewn into the dress. It registered her fingerprints, and the material shifted, expanding so that the dress loosened and fell to the floor in a puddle of silver. With the tech woven into the dress, she hadn’t needed a bra. Only her underwear remained, a scrap of translucent silk that teased more than it covered.

A sharp inhale signaled Baxian’s reaction before she glanced over at him with a shy grin. He gripped the bed coverings, bunching them up tight in his fists.

“Well?” She tossed her hair over her should as she turned to face him fully.

He blinked. Once. Twice. “Stunning. Absolutely stunning.”

The honesty ringing in his praise gave her the courage to slip her fingers through the hem of her underwear and draw it down her legs.

“Fuck, Aivey.” He rubbed at his jaw and leaned forward. “I can see your pussy glistening.”

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “Do I get to see you?”

Baxian was on his feet in a heartbeat, reaching inside his jacket. A moment later, his clothing loosened like hers had and slid down his body like a loose sheet of obsidian. Not one scrap remained on him. She knew his clothes were fancy, but she had no idea they couldthat. All pieces at once? How new.

But the wonder of his attire paled in comparison to the form he revealed—all navy blue, lean sculpted muscle. Defined abs. Narrow hips. Powerful thighs. And between them… Aivey’s knees went weak. Saliva flooded her mouth. His proud erection jutted forward, long, thick, and a shade darker than the rest of him toward the bulbous tip. The smooth skin nearly glistened like a polished stone.

She licked her lips and closed the short distance between them. “May I touch you?” Aivey looked up at him under her lashes.

“As long as I can touch you.” Baxian’s fingers traced the curve of her ear, slid through her hair.

She grinned up at him before dropping her attention to his impressive cock. The shape was similar to that of Earthian men, but his girth and length would put them to shame. Little horizontal ridges ran along the top of his length, and she reached out a tentative finger to touch them. Like much of his skin, he was harder there than an Earthian would be, each ridge a little bump under her finger as she stroked the tip down his length. Stars, he would feel amazing inside her, if he could fit. She wrapped her hand around his length, her forefinger and thumb not even close to meeting.

Baxian let out a soft moan and rocked his hips, thrusting his shaft through her hold. “Your hands are so soft.” He trailed the back of his down her neck, along one shoulder. “All of you. Soft, delicate, and so delightfully scented, like sweet berries.”

Up and down, she caressed his length, her other hand running idly across the hard planes of his stomach, which tensed under her ministrations. Baxian covered her hand with his own and used the other to tip her chin up. “Too much of that, and you’ll have me spilling early.”

“We don’t want that,” she replied, dropping her hands. Especially if that meant he might not be able to find full release this night.

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Baxian turnedthem until Aivey’s back was to the bed again, and gently lay her back across the plush, cool coverings. But as she made to slide further back and draw him with her, he grabbed her hips and tugged her body to the edge of the mattress.

“Wha—”

And then he dropped to his knees before her, spreading her legs as he went. Cool air swept in, a sharp contrast to her wet heat.

He leaned in and placed a kiss at the crook of her knee. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me.” His breath teased her sensitive skin.

“You don’t think I’m ready for you?” Her body practically wept for want of his cock. He scented it, he saw it—she knew he did.

“You’re smaller than me, little beauty.” His thumbs rubbed circles on the insides of her thighs as he held her legs apart. “I don’t want to hurt you when you take me inside you. Besides, I’d like to taste you, see if your flavor matches your scent.”

“You—” But whatever she’d planned to say vanished into nothingness as his tongue swept up her seam. She gasped, her head falling back onto the mattress.

Another long swipe and he groaned against her. “Delicious.”

Aivey could do no more than whimper in response as he settled in, the smooth planes of one cheek warm against her thigh. There was nothing tentative about his attentions. Rather, he devoured her like a man starved. Every sensation narrowed to the feel of that strong tongue lapping at her core. She reached for his head, sliding her fingers through the fall of his hair. The movement sent it tickling her thighs, but she barely noticed. Sweet pleasure sat heavily in her abdomen as she rocked her hips against him, eager for all that he had to give.

Tentatively, she reached for one horn, running her fingers down its ridged length. In so many ways it reminded her of another part of his anatomy, though much less forgiving and pointed at the end instead of round and bulbous. She circled her fingers around it and Baxian jolted back. Her hand dropped away in a flash.

“Did I— Did it hurt?” Her chest constricted at the thought.

The look in his eyes positively smoldered—the hottest blue flame. He shook his head, letting out a throaty huff of laughter. “Not at all. But to grab a male’s horns is quite the show of claiming.”

“Oh.” A different type of flush stole to her cheeks. She tried to squeeze her thighs closed on instinct, but Baxian held her firm. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”