7
Isaak
By the gods, this female played with fire. And my c**k. But now that I knew the truth, that she had been matched to a male on Trion, I was not fooled by the bravado and challenge in her eyes.
Quite the opposite. I recognized the frantic need for the truth in her gaze. Zara was desperate.
Alone.
Afraid.
She rubbed my c**k, and I allowed the touch because I would not deny myself this pleasure. She had something to prove to herself more than me. I knew the truth, and she would soon. First, though, we’d both get the pleasure we craved.
Her lips parted, and I resisted the urge to reach up and rub the plump flesh with a fingertip. I didn’t want to touch her lips, I wanted another taste. Now that we were alone and there weren’t Cerberus fighters ready to kill, I took what I wanted,
