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How had he ended up here? Shackled to the bed with his little ooman atop him. He glanced up, testing the manacles. They held strong.
“Sen’ok,” you purred, drawing his gaze. He stilled. Dear Paya… His mind went blank.
There you were, hovering atop him, your lips sensually toying with a dreadlock. Your hands smoothed over his chest, trailing to his neck. You inhaled his scent. His head fell back, giving you better access. “Mmm, do you like that?”
Pauk, yes. He’d never imagined you could garner such control. Oomans are clever, he remembered, making up for their inferior size. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured under his breath.
“What was that?”
“When did you learn to tease, mate?”
You smiled, biting your lip. Slowly, you pressed down to grind yourself against him. “You wanna know my secret?”
His breathing picked up as you leaned forward. You nibbled at his jaw before whispering in his ear, “Having you all trapped? It does things to me…”
A low growl rumbled from his chest, his mandibles twitching. You grinned. “Oh, you like that?”
“A yautja female wouldn’t be half as cruel.”
“But I’m not yautja…”