Page 92 of Meteor Storm

“Just promise we’re staying together,” I panted. “That’s all the talk I need.”

I could feel his lips stretch against my skin as if he was smiling. I grabbed his head and pushed him back to look at him, reminding myself that he was real one last time. His pupils narrowed into feral slits under the overhead light, his eyes darkening with need. I explored the handsome, alien features of his face, taking it in like I was trying to make a sketch, and felt my belly tighten.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I just really want this to be real.”

His lips curled into that smile I wanted to see so badly, and it was more handsome than I remembered, his white teeth and those sharp fangs like a row of lethal pearls.

“I can prove it’s real,” he said huskily.

“Show me.”

He wound his big arm around my waist and moved me toward the desk, setting me down on the edge. His hands instantly tugged the towel off me, exposing my body to the cool air and to his burning gaze. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, my head falling back to surrender my throat to him. He was quick to lavish my neck in kisses, trailing his mouth down my chest to one breast as his fingers nimbly danced across my stomach to my thigh. Then he straightened, stealing his touch away so quickly I nearly whined in protest.

He stood over me, his eyes roaming over every inch of my body for a moment as if in appreciation, and then licked his lips, sending thrilling waves of awareness straight south.

I sat up on my hands, reaching for his belts only for him to lightly slap my hand away. Then he dropped to his knees, pushing my legs apart before he began tracing the inside of my thigh with his lips.

“Thilar,” was all I could say and it came out only as a soft whimper.

“Shh. I will ask for your words soon,” he rasped. “But right now, I can focus on nothing else but this.”

I watched him inch toward my center, every kiss bringing him closer until he was hoisting my knees over his broad shoulders and pulling me to the absolute edge of the desk. He spoke a few words in his own language as if in praise, his breath burning my tender core, and then descended on me. I gasped, watching his head sink between my thighs. His tongue was firm and burned against my clit, sending a jolt of fire through my veins. Glorious sparks of pleasure danced along my skin and coiled in my belly, teasing what was to come. I fell back onto the desk, squirming against his mouth as he assaulted me, giving me no leeway to adjust to the sudden onslaught of sensation. He held my hips in both hands, trapping me against his mouth as he feasted.

My chest heaved with every lick of his tongue. His large hand slid up my body, reaching for one breast and gently kneading it. I moaned, covering my mouth, waiting for him to tell me to keep the moment to ourselves, but he didn’t. With his other hand, he slowly pushed two fingers deep into my sopping channel, pressing upward and stroking, making me arch off the desk. He moved them for a bit, sliding them in and out again and again until I was shaking. He teased me, preparing me for the stretch of his cock. For the shock of his fiery cum filling me.

I felt madness creeping in the back of my mind, screaming for more.

I lifted my head to look down at him, struck again by the sight of him on his knees, his mouth desperately claiming me.

“Thilar,” I gasped, that familiar and wonderful ball of tension coiling tight inside me, begging to break and unravel.

He pumped his fingers a few more times, gently and precisely, and it nearly brought me to the edge. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to resist the urge to let go.

“Thilar, please,” I pleaded, helpless. “Please, I want you. All of you. Now.”

He lifted his head, licking me off his lips before kissing my thigh again, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. His dark eyes, hooded and almost predatory, traced my body until they met mine.

“Whatever you want,” he said, pulling his fingers from my entrance and sliding them slowly into his mouth to lick me thoroughly off him. I shivered at the sight, my nipples hardening with excitement. “Just tell me.”

“Fuck me like you won me,” I challenged. “Like I’m a prize. Your prize.”

He stood abruptly as if I’d lit a fire in him and with a growl, he tore his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then he wrapped me up in his arms and hoisted me off the desk. I devoured his mouth, my tongue delving deep as he walked me toward the bed and laid me down on the soft surface beneath him. His large, solid form hovered over me, gentle and yet so capable of snapping me in two. He made quick work of his pants and boots, kicking them off as if they were an annoyance.

Standing over me, his flesh like dark metal, made him look like an intricately carved statue, glistening under the dim light like smooth iron. His toal keff markings shimmered as he moved, bending across his ribs and abdomen. And lower, his cock stood proud. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and stared hungrily up at him through my lashes.

Needing no further beckoning, he bent over me again, braced on his strong arms. His knee slid upward, pushing my leg up so he could settle between my thighs, opening me wide for him. His cock, swollen with need, pressed like hot iron against my belly as he rocked his hips forward. I moved my hands over his shoulders, along his muscled arms, and across the plane of his broad chest, trying to memorize him with my touch. Trying to understand every contour. Every scar. Every vein.

He peered deep into my half-closed eyes, gripping my chin lightly between his fingers.

“Look at me,” he said. “If we never made it off that rock, I would have found you at every turn. In every challenge. I would have slaughtered anything that touched you, Penny.” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “And I would take you as my prize in front of everyone, again and again, just to remind them all of what you are to me. Mine.”

A shiver rolled through me and at that word, I almost came apart.

He reached down between us, his fist encircling his hard length as he adjusted himself. When I felt the tapered tip of his massive cock pressing to my entrance, I sighed, anticipating the stretch.

“And I’d want to hear you,” he said as he began to drive forward, spreading me mercilessly around him. I closed my eyes, arching, my mouth agape in silent pleasure. He took my chin in his hand again. “Look at me,” he demanded, sliding in another inch. I peered into his dark eyes as he filled me, my nails biting into the flesh of his chest. “I want to know this look.”