Zawla (The Hallans #1) Read Online Bethany-Kris

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: The Hallans Series by Bethany-Kris
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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“Then, there are the talking flowers,” he says, and I furrow my brows, finally paying attention to what he’s saying.

“Wait, what?”

“Ah, I see you’ve decided to begin listening to me again.”

I chuckle. “What gave me away?”

“When I spoke of how we have certain plants that can extract infection and you didn’t say a word about them.”

“Sorry,” I murmur.

“I don’t want an apology,” he states but then he begins walking us backwards, until my back is against the edge of the pool and his arms are on either side of me. “But I would like to know what you were thinking of?”

How badly I want you inside of me. How my body feels unbearably tight with need right now.

But I keep all of that to myself because, like he said, I am sore. There’s no denying that. We can’t …

My thoughts trail off when I remember something Vabila mentioned yesterday.

“There was something else Vabila said,” I begin.

“The very last thing I want to hear or talk about right now is my sister.”

I smirk. “You might not be saying that after you hear what I have to say.”

“If you’re so sure.”

“She said that you might want to … taste me.”

His eye had drifted down to my chest as I spoke, surely watching it move faster with my quickening breaths, but it snaps back to meet my stare now. There is lust in his gaze, naked and raw. I’m sure he sees the same in my eyes, but also curiosity.

“Do you know what that means, Zawla?” he asks in a husky voice.

“I think so. But …” I bite down on my bottom lip and his eye drops down to watch my teeth sink in.

“I find myself liking this shy part of you,” he says before looking back at me. “This part of you that wants something from me, even if you aren’t sure exactly what it is. That is nervous to ask me because you don’t yet know that I would give you any and everything. That doesn’t yet understand just how deeply my desire for you runs. But go on. You think you know what me tasting you means, but …”

“But I want you to show me.”

I’m not even completely done speaking before he moves us, lifting me from the water and placing me on the soft ground around the pool. He comes between my thighs and I easily part for him as he leans forward until he’s hovering over me, his face mere inches from mine.

“What do you think you know about a male tasting a female, Selina? Tell me.”

“There were some girls at school who would speak of men kissing a woman between her thighs.”

“This is a kiss.”

At that, he brings his lips to mine.

I instantly press my lips right back to his, my body yearning for him as much as I can tell his does for me. His lips are perfect against mine. How could they not be when they were made for me? Far too quickly, though, he’s pulling away from me. Only because I have the promise of more awaiting me am I able to hold back the whimper that tries to escape.

“That was a kiss,” he says. “That is the very least of what I will do when my mouth is between your thighs.”

Even I hear the shuddering breath that leaves me, and his smile tells me he notices the way my eyes blaze with excitement and arousal. He trails his mouth down my body, his mischievous smile letting me know he’s also noticed the way I twitch beneath his lips as he goes. Down my neck, between my breasts, and over my stomach. He pauses before he goes any further, his gaze coming up to meet mine.

“I don’t care if anyone, everyone, hears the sounds I’m about to draw out of you. But if you don’t want them to, then you must be quiet.”

How the hell am I supposed to do that? But then Bothaki moves again, and I forget all about that question. Down and down he goes, until I can feel my thighs quivering around his shoulders as he uses them to push my thighs apart, widening me for him. Baring me to him. And his eye certainly casts down, looking between my legs, and I can imagine what he’s seeing. The wetness coating my pussy and inner thighs, my swollen clit. His tongue sweeps his lips and a shiver rakes through me, the anticipation alone making it hard to even breathe, let alone think. But I do have a decision to make because right now, torn between watching him and letting my head fall back the way it wants to, I’m not sure which to do. It feels so heavy with lust clouding it, and a part of me wants to allow my eyes to close, to simply … feel every last bit of what he’s about to do to me. But in the end, wanting to watch him as his mouth gets closer to where I throb for him wins. With heavy-lidded eyes, I keep my gaze on him and he watches me right back, so I’m sure he sees the way my mouth drops open with a quiet gasp as his lips come to me.


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