Von wanted me. He wanted my body, too, but I knew it was so much more. My mark burned with intensity as if it somehow knew that this was it. The moment when we’d finally be one.
Putting one knee on the bed, Von crawled over me, holding himself up with a forearm he placed near my head. He stroked my hair back from my face, then slid his fingers over the shell of my ear, down my neck, over my breast, my belly, waist, hip and then to my pussy.
All the while, his dark gaze held mine. He was touching my body, but his eyes were looking at me, seeing my reaction to his soft touch.
“You’re soaked. Is that all for me? For my cock?” he murmured.
I nodded, licked my lips. Shifting my leg, I made room for him to settle his hips between mine.
“You still have your pants on,” I whispered when I felt the coarse material of his uniform instead of his heated skin.
He grinned. “You’re right. You make me forget everything…but this.”
His hips rocked into me and the head of his cock slid over my slick, swollen flesh.
Pushing off, he stood at the foot of the bed and stripped out of his pants and boots and all the while I watched, my every sense tuned to the way he moved, the way he smelled, the way his muscles rippled just beneath his skin.
It was like my own private porno.
“Like what you see?” he asked, with his brow raised and the corner of his mouth tipped up.
I didn’t respond, only crooked my finger.
“Where was I?” he asked, settling back into place. All he had to do was shift his hips to put himself inside me. I felt the springy hair on his legs where they rubbed against mine. I was so aware of him that I breathed when he did, so focused on him that my body tuned itself to his. If I closed my eyes and focused on the mark, I would swear I could feel his heart beating there. I felt…everything.
“Not close enough,” I replied, shifting my hips so the head of his cock parted my lower lips and settled at my virgin entrance. “I want you inside me.”
“You’re not ready for my cock, mate,” he replied.
I frowned up at him. “I’m ready.”
He shook his head and kissed me, making me forget why I thought I wasn’t ready. I had no idea how long we kissed, but when he broke away and ran the rasp of his whiskers down my tender skin, all I could say was his name.
When his mouth sucked on my nipple, I couldn’t even do that.
Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back at the intense feel of his mouth drawing on that turgid tip, then pushing him down farther, wanting more.
He switched sides, making me brainless with want.
I couldn’t help but shift my hips, tilt them up to take him in.
He worked his way lower, ignoring me, ignoring everything but his focused attentions.
When his breath fanned over my slippery folds, his large hands settling on my thighs to keep them nice and wide for him, he said, “You’ll come, mate. Then I’ll fuck you. I’m big and your pussy will be very tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Now, I’m ready now.” His hot breath fanned over my heated core and I arched my hips off the bed, desperate for more.
“I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”
I should have hated his bossiness, but his head was between my thighs. What woman would argue at a time like this? When he licked me from top to bottom and then latched on to my clit, I tangled my fingers in his hair once again and surrendered, holding on for the ride.
This time, he didn’t just use his tongue, but slipped the tip of his finger into me.
“So tight,” he murmured, then returned to pleasuring me with vigor.
I wanted him to go deeper, but it seemed he was just taunting me.
“More,” I cried.
He lifted his head, slid his hand up to cup my breast and met my gaze. “No. I want you to be desperate for my cock to fill you up.”
“Then do it,” I snapped, flopping my head back on the bed.
I heard him chuckle just before his tongue flicked over me. “So needy. You want to come, mate?”
“Yes!”
“Then come. Now.”
His words were followed by an all-out assault on my clit. Yes, he’d been taunting me before. Now, he took the tender flesh in his mouth and sucked, and at the same time, flicked his tongue over it.
“Oh my god,” I moaned.
I was right there, floating on the very edge. When he moved his hand from my breast to cover my mark, heat flared, shooting like lightning from the mark to my core and I came.
I screamed.
I thrashed.
I begged.
I clenched down on the very tip of his finger.
I drowned in pleasure.
I was too far gone to realize he’d come up over me again.
“Now you’re ready,” he murmured, settling himself in place. “Look at me, Alexis Lopez from Earth. You are mine. I claim you as my marked mate.”