Prologue
“Don’t be afraid, my Little Tti. I promise you’ll love it after the pain. Just trust me, okay?” He freed my purple-black hair, stroking and making it sway. His eyes went to rove all over my face, the valley of my breasts where my necklace rested and the arm bands he gifted me hadn’t escaped from his notice and made his eyes glow with happiness.
I swallowed and nodded. “Okay.” The bracelet I gave him on his birthday eight years ago almost clasped snugly around his right wrist.
“I want you to remember that it’s me, your Zen.” He started to kiss my neck gently and down the valley of breasts. My back was slightly arched but he supported it with his right hand, while the other cupped my bottom, pressing or caressing it.
I closed my eyes, feeling the wonderful things he did to my body as my legs wrapped around his hips. “Yes, you’re my Zen,” I whispered in the air.
His hard maleness teased my damp entrance, which made my body shiver with delicious anticipation. Then a string of moans left my throat when his hot mouth latched on one of my taut peaks. He suckled it for a long moment that made me breathless and squirm in his arms. I called out his name when I felt that liquid fire flow down my core.
“Oh, my lovely Little Tti. You’ve no idea I always dreamed of making love to you, night and day…” he whispered before his tongue made circles around the other peak, blowing it before sucking it. His wet and hot mouth was definitely driving me crazy. The tingling sensation whenever it moved on my skin and suckled my flesh was plain sweet torture that I wouldn’t want to ever end.
My hands held onto his wide shoulders. His right hand skimmed my back, following my spine, making my toes curl. Then I felt it go further down to tease my wet entrance. Not long after, his middle finger found that sensitive bud, which he teased, pressing and caressing it. I could feel it swell at each passing moment.
“Zen!” My back straightened and I kissed his stubbled face before I brushed my lips with his.
“My sweet Little Tti!” he answered with more feverish desire in his tone.
I could feel the dampness of his skin as he began to perspire. Then I gazed at him with astonishment, caressing his damp forehead and face.
“Oh, Zen…” I had no other words that I could find.
I swallowed, remembering that time we dueled on the training ground.
I was already breathless. But Zen? It was like nothing. He hadn’t even perspired!
“Why aren’t you sweating?” I blurted out.
Zen laughed at that. He stopped attacking me but paced in front of me, while looking at me in the face. His blue eyes surveyed my entire being.
“You need to do something more to make me sweat, Tti.” There was something that danced in his eyes when he answered.
I blinked. I must be lacking a lot that he hadn’t even taken me seriously. “I swear, I’ll make you sweat!” My eyes went round when he laughed hard upon hearing my words. “Someday!” I added. He laughed even harder. “I promise!” I was beginning to get irritated at his mocking me.
Zen smiled at me breathlessly. “You see? You’re making me sweat at last, bihs kobehk!” he whispered naughtily but it made my heart sing. “This is just the beginning and we’ve barely began, my beloved Tti.” Then his lips latched on mine and nibbled the lower part.
I kissed him back, darting my tongue inside his mouth, tasting him. “I love how you taste, Zen,” I whispered and moaned.
“I love more how you taste, bihs kobehk!” he replied, making me smile and moan as our mouths drank and tasted each other. My breasts were pressed against his.
“Oh, Zen…” I cried when his fingers continued to tease my center, especially the swollen nub. Then I gasped when I felt a bigger and harder thing than his finger began to rub against it.
“Look at me, bihs kobehk,” he told me, panting. “Hold tight and don’t let go, okay?” he coaxed as the tip of his arousal rubbed against my soaking slit.
