Chapter Seven
Zaron watched as Emily slowly backed away from him, her eyes huge in her pale face. He could see the fine trembling in her limbs, and the urge to pull her to him, to hold her, was so strong he could barely control it. The brief caress earlier had only whetted his appetite.
He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, to feel the satiny texture of her skin. He wanted to tear off her clothes and spread her thighs wide, holding her open as he thrust into her. He wanted to cradle her against him and f**k her like a savage… and then slice his teeth across the tender skin of her throat and taste the hot, coppery richness of her blood.
His mouth watered at the thought.
“Why did you say I look like a Krinar?” Her hesitant question interrupted his musings, penetrating the haze of lust t
