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.”
I flopped back down on the bed and let him have his way with me. Fortunately, this time when he lowered his head again, he didn’t taunt me. No, he found the spot on my clit that made me cry out and clench my thighs around his head and pushed me to the brink, then over.
Colors swirled behind my eyelids as I screamed. With my thighs over his ears, I had no doubt the sound was muffled for him. But he knew I was coming. My pussy flooded with my juices, my inner walls clenching and squeezing his fingers. When had I tangled my fingers in his hair?
With one gentle kiss on my clit, he came up over me. I opened my eyes, saw him smirking, quite pleased with himself.
“That’s one.”
I was too relaxed to do more than frown. “One?”
“Orgasm. You’re going to have many of them.”
“Oh god,” I whispered, my eyes falling closed. My skin was damp with sweat, my pussy tingling and swollen, but I ached for his cock. “More.”
I was such a slut with him—I’d never behaved this way before—but I wanted more orgasms. I wanted so many I blacked out.
Lowering his hips, he brushed his cock over slick flesh, the contact making me whimper.
“Is that what you want?”
I nodded my head.
He slid in an inch, stilled.
“More?”
I opened my eyes, met his, nodded again. “More.”
He slid in another inch.
“Kiel!” I cried in exasperation. I slid my hands from his lower back and over the flexing muscles of his butt, tried to pull him into me. Shifting my knees, I adjusted so he could go even deeper.
“You’re not in control here, mate. I am. Your pleasure is mine. It’s my honor and privilege to give it to you.”
“Then give it to me now,” I whined. His flared head stretched me open and I wanted more. I wanted deeper. I wanted all of him.
“Bossy thing, aren’t you?” With one deep plunge, he filled me completely. I gasped, arched my head back. “Like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He pulled back until just the crown held me open, then drove deep again. I was wet, so very wet that I could hear it. This wasn’t tame sex. This wasn’t a quickie. This was raw, dirty, powerful.
“Yes,” I repeated, starting a chant that matched his motions until I was shifting to take him, to take it all. Until I came.
I was a sweaty, weak, sated mess. When I had the strength to open my eyes, I saw him grinning, proud of his virility and ability to please his mate. His cock was still hard and he had the calm focus of a man who was far from coming.
His focus on me was laser sharp. He’d given me one orgasm and the way he started to move his hips again, he was prepared to give me one more.
“All night, mate,” he vowed, reaching down and rubbing his thumb gently over my already sensitive clit. “Forever.”
I whimpered, knowing I was completely at his—and his cock’s—mercy. All night, yes. Forever? Impossible. I pushed that thought from my mind and let him rule my body, because come morning, I’d be gone.
So I gave over to him. All. Night. Long.
I let what this thing was between us consume me.
Chapter Eight
Lindsey, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Two Hours Earlier
The transport pad was still humming when I stumbled off the smooth black surface and into Warden Egara’s arms.
“Slow down. Give yourself a minute. You just traveled through space.” Her normally stern voice was calm and soothing. Too calm.
“Let me go.” I shook off the arm she’d wrapped around my waist and headed out the doors to the employee area where the people I worked for had taken me before. Without the warden’s knowledge, of course. There was a locker room in the back where the cafeteria and cleaning staff kept their personal belongings and my things should still be there. My clothes. My cell phone. All in hiding awaiting my return.