Yes. I wanted to taste him, to know his true flavor. Perhaps it was because we were marked mates that I thought this way or just because I’d turned into a horny slut on a strange planet. I didn’t care. I just wanted to make him come. I needed to feel powerful, and I wanted to feel like I’d given him something, brought him pleasure. It was a selfish desire, a way to ease my conscience at what I knew was coming. I was going to hurt him, and that knowledge made me all the more determined to please him now.
If only Earth didn’t have such strict restrictions on their Interstellar Brides Program. I was a single mother, I had a child, which meant I couldn’t volunteer.
Stupid rule. Stupid, stupid rule.
But then, before meeting Kiel, volunteering for the program had never even crossed my mind.
And now it was too late. I loved him, but I had to leave him behind.
Sliding my grip up and down, I worked his entire length. He groaned one last time, his hips shifting forward as he shouted out my name. His cock swelled, then pulsed, the hot seed splashing on the back of my tongue. Quickly, I swallowed again and again to take it all.
Only when I felt his body relax did I pull back. Using the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth. His big hand cupped my jaw again and I looked up into his dark eyes.
I only had a second to see the pleased, and very sated, look on his face before he lifted me up and tossed me across the bed. I bounced once on my back as I gasped in surprise. He was on me between one blink and the next. I remembered how fast he moved during the challenge and he used it when he saw fit and damn if that didn’t make me so fucking hot I could barely breathe.
With his knees and forearms on either side of me, caging me in, he pinned me with his gaze.
“My turn, mate.” His voice was husky, as if he was overcome with emotion. He leaned down and kissed me softly. “All night. I’m going to fuck you all night. I’m going to make you scream my name.”
All night? Yes, please. I looked down his body, saw that his cock might have been sated, but it was still rock hard. He dropped his head so he looked between our bodies, then back at me. Grinned wickedly.
“I am always like this, now that I have found you.”
“Wow.”
“Your turn.” He slid down my body, his palms stroking a heated path to my thighs, where he pushed them apart and settled himself so there was no way I was going to close my legs.
“This lace,” he commented, a finger running over the dainty edge of my panties at the seam of my thigh. His warm breath fanned my sensitive skin and made me very aware of what he was about to do. Yet he took his time to be… in awe. He was too damn patient.
All night. I wasn’t going to survive if he planned to taunt me like this all night.
“It is very delicate and does not do much to cover you.”
It didn’t. My butt cheeks were barely covered by the thin material and the little strings at the side were all that kept them up. They certainly weren’t any kind of barrier from him.
Lowering his head, he ran his tongue over the wet material. Nope. No barrier at all.
I gasped at the heat of just that simple touch. Then the tip of his finger hooked the fabric, slid it to the side so my pussy was visible and his tongue flicked over me again. “Much better. Now I can taste you. Breathe in your sweet scent.”
My hips moved of their own volition as he learned my folds and found my clit.
I cried out his name.
“I like hearing my name upon your lips.”
His hands came up, tugged the sides of my panties and carefully lowered them down. “These are too pretty to rip.”
I shifted so he could work them down my legs and off. He returned to his spot between my thighs and he didn’t hold back any longer. With his thumbs, he opened me up so all of me was visible. With a ruthless grace, he worked me with his tongue. I couldn’t keep my hips still, but he put one palm on my lower belly to hold me in place. Of course, that didn’t do much good when he slipped two fingers of his other hand inside of me. He curled them over my g-spot and I spiraled tight, so close to shattering.
He must have sensed it because he stilled, lifted his head.
I looked down my body at him. “Why did you stop?” I asked breathlessly. “I want to come.”
His lips were coated with my arousal. “All night, mate.”
Curling his fingers again, I pushed up so I was on my elbows. I had a sexy alien between my legs and I wanted him there. Two days ago I never would have imagined such a thing. Now? Now I had to make this last, to remember every sly smile, every stroke of his finger, every flick of his tongue because they would be my last. This was my last night with him and I wanted it all.
I nodded. “All night.”