Considering how messed up the day was, Zana needed Shadow’s touch. His kiss. Anything to numb the emotions and silence her thoughts. Who cared if she’d just met him? Klurt loved him, trusted him, and Shadow seemed to need the same thing she did.

She encircled her arms around the back of Shadow’s neck, his musky scent caressing her; his beard tickling her face. His relentless lips worked their way across her cheek to her earlobe, pulling the flesh into his mouth with a flick of his tongue.

Moans rolled through her chest as his fingers dug into the small of her back with desperate hunger.

“You smell delicious,” he whispered. “I’m going to devour every inch of you.” Shadow’s gravelly voice had her clenching her thighs together. His words repeated in her mind. No guy had ever said that to her—or anything remotely close.

“Mhm.”

His kisses trailed down her collarbone, and his fingers locked onto her zipper.

She pushed the straps of her dress down her shoulders, eager to get naked and have Shadow take her.

“Stand for me,” he said and stood, offering her his hand. He drew her to her feet in a flash. He stared down at her, his devilish grin weakening her knees. Who the hell was this guy?

“Damn. I’ve missed being home with my own kind.” He slid the dress downward, the fabric shimmering along her curved body before falling to the floor in a heap. The coins gave a final chime.

She stepped out of her dress, now standing in her bra, panties, and boots in front of someone she’d only just met. Yet his gaze was smoldering.

“Your turn,” she said.

Zana reached for his shirt, but he’d already tugged it up and over his head, then tossed it somewhere behind him. Her sights locked on layers of muscles, a broad chest calling her, and his waist tapering into a V-shape. She wiped her mouth in case she drooled.

“Shit. Look at your muscles. I thought you were an ambassador in the realm.”

Shadow’s laugh was light and crisp, driving the quivering between Zana’s legs to intensity. The coolness of her house caressed her skin. She had to rip off her bra and panties before she died of sexual starvation.

“I’m more of a Guardian-in-training with an additional title of ambassador to keep lines of communication between goblins and the queen open. I’ve spent the last four years in the army.”

She traced her palm down his pecs and ribbed torso—solid beneath her touch. Yep. As incredible as she’d suspected. “Heard you defeated a Guardian. Those guys are tough to beat.”

He threaded his fingers through her hair and claimed her mouth, inhaling her breaths. The hardness in his jeans pressed up against her stomach. When he came up for air, he said, “I’ve won against a lot of Guardians in the field.”

His smile was contagious. She admired his determination because he was breaking the mold for all goblins, and it might show youngsters to reach for the sky and dream bigger.

“Well, Mr. Guardian, how about showing me some of your moves?”

He may have cocked an eyebrow, but his eyes filled with lust. To have a hunk like Shadow stare at her with such sexual desire did new things to her libido. He crouched in front of her, his thumbs hooked into her panties, and he dragged the fabric down. His breath caressed her most sensitive area. The moment she was free of her underwear, Shadow’s tongue was on her, his beard stroking her inner thighs. He licked her folds with such ferocity, she lost her balance. His arms wrapped around her hips, holding her. Then he lifted himself.

“You taste fucking amazing. Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?” He peeled back the tops of her lacy bra, unleashing her breasts. Her nipples beaded so tight from excitement, they hurt in the best possible way. “Come with me,” he said, and took her hand, leading her into the bedroom.

The heat between the apex of her thighs flared into an inferno. Wet and desperate for Shadow’s attention, she trailed after him, her exposed breasts bouncing with each step. It was hard to miss that Shadow noticed.

Breaking his hold, she made the world’s fastest detour into the kitchen to shut down the stove, then returned to Shadow’s side.

Once in her bedroom, only the light from outside filtered across the bed. Shadow pushed aside the mesh fabric enclosing the mattress. He guided Zana up and onto her hands and knees. She obliged, because damn, but if he didn’t take her soon, she’d explode with her teetering orgasm.

He stood near the bed, right behind her, and parted her legs with a hand.

She glanced over her shoulder as he crouched, and the sound of crinkly paper caught her attention. The guy came prepared, and he worked his pants down.

In an instant, his mouth was on her most intimate area with long flicks. The explosion inside her rocked forward, her hips swaying back and forth. “Yes. Right there.”

He gripped her butt cheeks, squeezing them as he licked her. A finger pressed inside her.

A moan spilled free. But when two more followed, she was writhing in her doggie position, screaming for more. His thumb entered her ass, wriggling. No one had ever gone in there before, but she loved every second of it.

With that, she lost all manner of control. Her body thundered with the sweetest orgasm, her knees buckling underneath her.

“You’re so tight. You’re killing me.” He rolled Zana onto her back and heaved her closer.

Zana pulled herself up on elbows for a better look. Sweet mother. Who was that big?

“I need you right now,” she purred.

“Good girl.”

His tip rubbed along her silky entrance. He slammed forward, hitting her back wall without pause as he gripped her thighs.

She moaned, embracing the exhilaration that came with him forcing her open, thrusting faster.

Her throat was raw, but she begged for more of the orgasmic pleasure cascading through her.

He paused and leaned over Zana’s body, taking a breast into his mouth. His teeth gently gnawed on the pebbled nipple, pulling at the flesh.

“Goddess… yes.”

His hips pumped into her, slow at first, then quickened. “Cum for me, babe.”

She quivered as another orgasm burned within her. And that time, Shadow pulsed, too, his eyes rolling upward. Still buried deep inside her, he smiled. “I could get addicted to this.”

She laughed, because Shadow was high on sex fumes. But, in that moment, she didn’t want him to go anywhere, and wanted to be his.

He withdrew. “Give me a sec to clean up, and then we’re doing that again.”

Zana lay on the bed, every part of her tingling. She pinched herself, unable to believe she’d allowed a stranger into her house. And she let him fuck her!

When Shadow reentered the room, strapped with a new rubber, she was convinced it was a dream. Had to be, because she’d never had a hunk in her home. Ever!

Every girl wanted a sex god in her bedroom, and Shadow was that and more. At least for tonight, he was all hers. She curled a finger toward him, calling him closer.

He smirked as he glanced down at his rod-like cock. “Feel like going for a ride?”

She snapped up to a sitting position. “You bet your cute ass.”

“Hoping you’d say that.” Shadow closed the distance between them. He kissed her, softly that time, taking his time as if savoring each part of her. He slid the hair off her face. “You’re incredibly hot.” Gripping her waist, he lifted her off the mattress, and she snaked her legs around him.

“You ain’t bad yourse—ahhh.”

His tip pressed into her, pushing deeper, and he smirked as he watched her. Walking with her, he pushed her up against the wall. Without rest, he fucked her, fast and unforgiving, as if the first time was a practice run. She rode him, forgetting herself, the world, everything. Because with Shadow’s cock buried within her, all thoughts vanished. And if she could, she’d do that for eternity to never face life again.

Sweat dripped down her back, and with each thrust, she mewled. Shadow’s groans drove her insane—knowing that she turned someone like him on. She held on to his shoulders, taking all of him, never wanting to resurface. This was perfect, and the way life should always be.