“Don’t wait,” I told him, running my hands over him because… because he was mine. “Please. I want you, too.”
A deep growl emanated from his chest, and then he moved. My shirt was pushed up over my breasts, and his mouth latched on to my nipple. He gave one hard suck but growled again, this time in frustration a second before he tugged my bra cup down. “Fuck, all mine.”
He took me back in his mouth and sucked. Hard. It reached my core and I moaned, suddenly feeling empty and achy and desperate for more.
He lifted his head, and I looked into his dark eyes. “That sound is for me alone. No one on the other side of that door will have such a reward.”
I nodded, tangled my fingers in his hair. “Kass. More.”
He worked at my pants as I toed off my heels, flinging them across the room. When he couldn’t figure out that the zipper was on the side, I pushed his hands away and worked it down on my own. Kass did his pants, and I stilled when his hard length sprang free.
“Scheisse.” I’d had good sex before, but I had a feeling the reason I hadn’t been fully satisfied was because of what was in front of me. Alien cock. Kass was big and his body was more than proportional. He was thick and long like a porn star with a broad crown that made me wonder if I could get that monster in my mouth.
My body clenched in anticipation, but I knew I’d be feeling him for days. It would be a reminder of exactly how real he was.
“My pants are down, bond mate. You don’t need to praise me.” He gripped the base and stroked it from root to tip. Once. Twice. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit.
“You’re cocky.”
His dark brow winged up and he grinned. “In so many ways. You wet for me?”
I stepped on my pants, pushing them down the rest of the way, and shucked them off with a flick of my foot. I’d taken my panties with them, so I was bare except for my shirt up over my breasts and my pushed-down bra.
Reaching out, I took his hand and brought it between my thighs. When he slipped two fingers inside, I went up on my toes, gripped his taut forearms.
“Don’t make me wait any longer,” I said.
He didn’t. He pulled his hand away, slid it around my hip to cup my ass. He had me lifted and my legs wrapped around his waist in under a second, his cock at my entrance, and then he lowered me down.
I arched my back at the stretch, but my need for him eased the way.
He gave me a second to adjust, and our gazes met. Held. I nodded and then he moved. This wasn’t gentle. Or sweet. It was true fucking. Wall pounding, deep thrusts that had him filling me completely. Over and over. Hard. Our bodies slapped together, and his fingers dug into my ass.
I didn’t want it any other way. I was frantic for him, and the way he moved without any kind of rhythm, almost desperate in finding his pleasure in me, said he was frantic as well.
I needed this. I needed him. No one else would do. The craving I had built up for him could only be soothed through this rough coupling. “Kass,” I whimpered, dropping my head back against the wall.
His repeated chants of mine were all he said.
My clit was worked with every roll of his hips, and I came hard, biting my lip.
Kass followed right behind me, his ragged growl in my ear as he leaned in and filled me with his cum, with every bit of how badly he’d wanted me.
This was insane. We were sweaty. Out of breath. I was going to have bruises down my spine, and my body had taken a pummeling. But there was no question in my mind—and in my body—that Kass was real.
And as soon as we pulled ourselves back together, I was going with him. To another planet. Another life.
To Velerion.