Alien General's Bride (Brion Brides 3)(47)

She stepped off, taking a deep breath as Angus, the Terran ambassador, stepped up and started speaking in support of her. He urged the Terrans and all the rest of the galaxy to take this opportunity to mend relations with the Brions instead of making them only worse. Diego stopped listening after that, his focus already on Isolde, smiling and relieved.#p#分页标题#e#

“At least it’s over now,” she said, beaming. “Out of our hands. But I tried. I got to do something.”

His eyes must have lingered for too long, because Isolde smiled and said, “I don’t think they need us here any longer.”

As soon as they were back in his rooms, Isolde climbed into his lap, kissing him. He felt the joy of life coursing through her heart, the true feeling of being alive that only came from being on the brink of death.

“The world’s ending,” Isolde said, joyful. “We might as well enjoy it while we can.”

“It will not end,” Diego argued proudly. “We will set it right.”

“Yes,” Isolde agreed, rubbing herself shamelessly against him, making him groan in response. “What did I say then? The Brions will set everything right. The world must be ending.”

He laughed, but turned serious. “The world can go where it wants. I have you. I have you for anything life may throw at us.”

Isolde looked at him with amazingly gentle eyes, a soft smile on her lips. “I want there to be a world,” she said. “I’m not yet done seeing it. And I want to have you with me when I do.”

He smiled too. “Then I will give it to you. The world has to stay.”

“Mm, yes,” Isolde agreed, putting her hands around his neck. “I believe you. I absolutely believe that you would fight the entire galaxy to have what you wanted.”

“Not what I meant,” Diego protested, but Isolde was giggling.

“I know,” she said, her voice suddenly slow and sensual. “But I like that you would. I like that you could do that, if you wanted to. You are grothan, nothing has escaped you. Not even me.”

“Do you want to escape me?” he asked, a final bit of concern in his voice despite his will.

Isolde looked at him, pure love in her eyes. “No,” she said and kissed him.

It was hard to focus on other things besides Isolde’s deliciously warm body, and he saw little reason in it. To his further delight, he found her to already be naked beneath a long flowing gown, which he pushed aside at once. The hunger for battle quickly turned to hunger for her, his hands tracing her body’s curves, pausing to caress the ones he found particularly enticing.

Her tits fit into his palms perfectly, warm and soft, while her nipples hardened at the first contact with Diego’s mouth. He pressed his head against her chest, holding her on his lap, kissing her tits wherever he could reach. Once again he swore she was made for him.

“Diego…” she moaned. “I want…”

He knew what she wanted, yes. After the binding was made complete, the fated were often almost inseparable in their lust for each other. He couldn’t deny it scorched him as well. Burned all the hotter for the maddening sounds Isolde made whenever he gently bit at the tip of her nipple or kissed up her soft neck. He could feel her grinding down on his thighs, desperate for contact. Her hands traced his arms, clearly relishing the muscle there.

Diego smiled to himself, quiet and secret. He knew Isolde liked his strength, liked the way he could lift her up just like that – Isolde whimpered so sweetly he nearly lost the control he had sworn to have at least this once – and pin her down in the next second. His gesha moaned and smiled for him.

“I love it when you do that,” she said breathlessly. “I want you on top of me all the time.”

Diego was very, very fine with that. His blood boiled at the sight of her beneath him, her gown pushed aside, baring her to his hungry gaze. She truly was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Her long hair curled against the pillows, her skin flushed from her arousal, the arch of her back signaling her desire for him. His cock stirred at the sight of her, his senses alight with the signs of pleasure she probably didn’t even know she was broadcasting.

He chose to undress slowly, although he could have gone much faster. Diego had simply found he adored the way Isolde’s eyes lit up, following his every movement. The way her eyes widened just a bit, her breath catching as he finally pulled away his shirt. Her gaze followed his hands as he was forced to stand to remove his pants.

His cock, half-hard already from the sight of his gesha clearly needing him, jumped almost painfully against his pants when Isolde touched herself. Diego stopped to stare as the fingers of one of her hands traced a pattern around her nipple, while the fingers of another rubbed her clit while she looked straight up into his eyes. A mischievous smile played on her lips, slightly parted, her tongue darting out to wet them.#p#分页标题#e#

She was teasing him. Diego smirked. He supposed he had done the same, but she was much better. He all but tore his pants away, rushing to press his body against her naked skin, making her sob in pleasure. Her hands went straight around him, using his body to pull her own against him.

“Eager,” he whispered in her ear, his cock pressed against the softness of her belly.

Isolde’s answer was a breathless laugh that tickled against his skin. “For you… always,” she moaned. “You are so hot, I can’t… ah! I can’t stand to be in the same room with you before I get so –”

Her speech was cut short by the fact Diego had replaced her fingers with his own, pushing, caressing, teasing for entrance. Isolde’s legs spread for him eagerly, her pussy as wet and warm as she’d said. The scent of her arousal was sweet enough to make Diego growl, making Isolde shiver beneath him. His cock reacted to every whimper that escaped her lips, the mere thought of giving pleasure to her already an aphrodisiac to him. He kissed her, biting, feeling her hands grope for leverage on his shoulders, making her arch off the bed to catch his lips.

All the while, his fingers pressed into her soft pussy, feeling her tremble involuntarily every time he brushed a spot of pleasure. Isolde writhed beneath him, pulling him down upon her even if he had to be careful not to make her support his whole weight. He licked a trail from her neck to her ears, so surprisingly, amazingly sensitive in humans.

As he kissed there, pressing his fingers deeper into her, Isolde’s nails dug into the muscles of his back and a small scream made his cock throb in need. Diego knew he wouldn’t last long before he had to claim her again, conquer her body all over again, even when it was giving him every access it could.

“Diego,” Isolde warned. “Don’t… I… I want to come with you inside me, please…”

That was an argument of a whole another kind. He could feel how close she was, from the way the heat came off her in waves, her body shivering from his every touch, her hands fisted into the sheets. Isolde’s beautiful soft lips were pressed shut, her eyes closed. She almost looked to be in pain, but Diego knew better.

He pushed his fingers further, scissoring them inside her pussy, begging to be filled by his cock already, but he couldn’t give in before he knew she was ready to take him. She was eager and wet and desperate for him, but she was still human and he was Brion. He was almost too big for her and Diego wasn’t going to risk her health just because he was impatient to bury himself into the welcoming heat of her.

Slowly, maddeningly slowly, her body gave way to him. His cock was shuddering, trembling against Isolde’s thighs as he worked her loose, ignoring her pleas as best he could. It was nearly impossible to argue with her and his body. He kissed her to stop her pleading, though he loved to hear her need for him. Isolde’s nails dragged lines on his back, urging him further into his own arousal, almost unbearable now. His tongue tasted her wherever it could reach, making Isolde twist and turn beneath it to get more.

“Diego!” she sobbed.

He pulled back, breathing hard. Isolde’s eyes were pleading, her body pliant and welcoming. For a moment, the rest of the galaxy didn’t exist. Diego lowered himself on top of her, kissing her gently while the head of his cock pressed slowly inside. Every time he feared he might hurt her, but Isolde’s reaction told him otherwise. She moaned into the kiss, her breath sweet on his lips, sobbing in ecstasy as he pushed deeper.

The warmth threatened to overwhelm him as always, her pussy fitting around his cock so perfectly, the tightness of it unbearable against his cock throbbing in wild need. He had to bite his tongue not to simply plunge in as his body wanted. Isolde wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in further, whimpering as he went just a bit too fast. Even that didn’t seem to actually pain her.

“You feel so good,” she cried instead of pushing him away, making short work of his resolve to keep it slow. “I can feel all of you, oh, gods, you’re huge, oh fuck…”

Diego lost his control then, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, deeper into the wet, glorious heat of her. Isolde screamed, a breathless cry for more. He was only happy to oblige. With sharp, precise, strong thrusts he buried himself into Isolde’s pussy, pushing deeper every time until he could slam himself inside her to the root. By that moment, Isolde could barely speak, only single, meaningless words and cries escaped her lips.