Page 93 of Meteor Storm

He pushed deeper, forcing my body to bend once more to his welcome invasion. I whimpered in blissful torment as the head of his cock met the depth of my body.

“Louder,” he said, pulling slowly out and then driving his hips forward again.

I moaned, pushing up with my heels in invitation.

“You wanted to know what I want,” I panted. “This. I wanted your declaration. I wanted you to claim me so everyone knew.”

“Penny, I do want you,” he whispered, his thrusts growing more eager. “I need you.”

I nodded, my body rocking against the bed with every surge of his hips. He began to lose himself, abandoning all control, and I loved it. I wanted to feel him take what he desired, no restraints. No rules. No reservations. Just pure, selfish desire.

“Take what you want,” I said. “Show me.”

He snarled, pushing up until he was knelt between my legs, his hands gripping my hips hard. When he began to move me against his cock, the angle felt different. Deeper. Too intense to breathe. I bowed off the bed, my fingers curling in the sheets as he ruined me, using me to find his pleasure. His release. And in seeking his release, he was pushing me closer to mine.

“Oh, god,” I shuddered.

His deep, throaty groans as he approached his pinnacle was as potent as his tongue against my clit. My pulse sang with every pump of his hips. I reached a hand down, my fingers sliding over my belly where I could feel the girth of his cock slamming into me again and again. I reached further, my fingers finding my clit already abused and still crying for attention. I circled my swollen bud, shivering with every stroke, unable to get a full breath.

Thilar peered down at our conjoined bodies, watching. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as every muscle tensed with every thrust. It made me wild. I could watch it all day long and not lose interest. Those muscles had been used time and time again to defend me and now they were being used to give me pleasure.

“Come for me, Penny,” Thilar said. “Come for me now.”

The stern sharpness to his tone was enough to carry me over. I fondled myself a few more times only to feel my body giving in to the sudden and overwhelming explosion of pleasure that had been building deep inside since I glimpsed him in my room. I arched, a throaty cry tearing from my mouth as my orgasm assaulted my senses. A storm of wild ecstasy licked my every nerve ending, from my belly to my toes.

Thilar renewed his efforts, fucking me the way I’d asked. Like he had won his prize. He tortured me through my release in search of his own and as my pleasure began to taper off, he peaked, tensing his muscles. He snapped his hips forward, seating himself deep, and threw his head back as if to address the heavens. Heat pooled deep inside me as a helpless groan rolled out of him. I watched, savoring the sight of him, so unbelievably perfect in a way I never imagined I needed someone to be, surrendering to exactly what he wanted.

As the last whispers of his release left him, he dropped his head to look at me, panting but not yet spent. He folded over the top of me, his hands spanning my waist, and I reached for him, tugging his face closer.

“That,” I breathed. “Is how I want you. Unburdened. Unafraid of wanting me.”

He kissed me softly, pushing his hips forward with a gentle thrust to remind me that he was still inside. Still hard. Still craving more.

But I was already tender and, in the morning, I would be sore. Not that being sore was a bad thing. It would always be a reminder of the exhilarating moments before. I hummed my approval, lightly nipping at Thilar’s bottom lip.

“I want to tell you something,” I whispered. “And I want you to understand that it means a lot to me.”

“Tell me. Tell me anything.”

I took a deep breath, taking in his scent once more as I peered up into his eyes. “I love you.”

“Explain this word,” he whispered back, stretching his legs out behind him so he was pressing is weight against me, sliding his cock deeper.

“It means I cherish you, more than anyone. It means that if I had been forced to leave you, my heart would have shattered, and I never would have healed. Not really.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze tracing over my face with slow precision. “Monrians do not have a word to match. In the old days, before we were what we are, you would have been my kahora.”

“What’s that?”

“The one I’m promised to. My other half.”

A warm smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “I like that.” He rocked forward, his motions careful and patient. “On Earth you’d be my boyfriend. Or maybe my husband, if you asked,” I joked. “But I like kahora better.”

“I would be your ka’haal.”

“Even better,” I smiled, tracing my fingers over his lips. “I can’t believe you’re here. I don’t know what I would have done if I couldn’t see you again.”

“I would have found you. I always will, no matter what. I’ve decided.”