“Yes…” Zen said like a breath between them. “Show me.”
What had been the ghost of a touch in Zen’s dreams was palpably different now. Gaian held Zen’s head and bent to kiss him just as the southward trailing fingers slipped inside the parting of his robes. Gaian timed the descent of his lips with the curl of his fingers inside Zen’s trousers and around his s*x.
Zen had only—literally only—ever dreamed that someone would want him this much, as Gaian seemed to.
Gaian stroked between Zen’s legs, held him securely, and deepened the kiss with his tongue. While Zen’s hips arched into the intimate touch, his mouth opened wider to taste Gaian. He wasn’t Enki, but he was, stunning and devoted to Zen in ways no one outside this place could ever be. Gaian had said it wasn’t only because Zen was hi
