Page 45 of Chosen By the Dragon Alien

Her hands slid up his chest, grazing over his strong shoulders and around his neck, fingers threading through the silken strands of his hair. She pulled him closer, deepening their kiss.Her body pressed flush against his. Her breasts, bare now, met the hard planes of his chest, sending sparks of heat crackling through her. She felt his restraint unraveling, the barely leashed hunger radiating from him.

Cyprian groaned, low and guttural. “Fivra,” he rasped, his hands shifting to her hips, holding her in place as though anchoring himself. “If you keep this up…”

“I want you to lose control,” she whispered. “Please, Cyprian.”

His eyes darkened, the silver turning molten, and his wings flared wide behind him. His touch remained gentle as he guided her backward. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and he lowered her onto it. The bedding was cool against her back, unlike the heat of the male above her.

Cyprian hovered over her. His body was an elegant, predatory sweep as he braced himself on his arms. His wings arched on either side of them like an enveloping cocoon, shielding her from the outside world. From everything but him. His heated gaze made her chest tighten with want. Slowly, he lowered himself. His lips hovered over her neck. His breath was warm against her skin.

He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, soft at first, then firmer as his lips traveled the column of her neck. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, earning a gasp that morphed into a moan. His hands began their exploration as they glided over her skin. He traced the curve of her waist, the line of her hips, and the soft swell of her thighs. When his fingers brushed between her legs, pressing lightly against the heat of her, her hips bucked instinctively, seeking more. Her breath hitched. A sharp whimper of pleasure escaped her lips.

“Fek, Fivra,” Cyprian groaned. His fingers slid against her slick folds, testing her response, drawing circles that set her body alight. “You’re so wet for me.”

Her only answer was a broken moan as she arched into his touch. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging in as a plea for more. Cyprian obliged. His fingers delved deeper, exploring her heat, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him, her body trembling with need. Every stroke sent ripples through her, coiling the tension in her belly tighter and tighter until she exploded at his touch. Lights danced behind her closed eyelids. Sensation burst on her skin. She throbbed against him, soaking in every lick of pleasure. Ifthiswas how it would always be between them, she was the luckiest female in the galaxy.

But then, the loss of his touch left her bereft, and she whimpered in protest. He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich with affection. “Patience, my love,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “We are only beginning.”

Fivra’s breath came in short, shallow bursts as she watched him rise to his knees between her thighs. He reached for his pants. His gaze never left hers as he stripped them away, revealing himself fully to her. Her eyes widened as she took him in—all of him. She’d seen him naked before, but had begun to doubt the reality of it. He was magnificent, his powerful body taut with restrained desire, his ridged cock jutting hard and proud from his abdomen.

Her lips parted. Anticipation and awe flooded her senses. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his length as he stroked himself slowly, never breaking eye contact. His movements were deliberate, a silent display of his need for her.

“Fivra,” he murmured, his voice thick like molten metal. “You are everything.” His free hand trailed up her thigh, leaving a path of heat in its wake, until it rested lightly on her hip. “I don’t want to rush this.”

He leaned forward, guiding himself to her entrance. The heat of him brushed against her, and her breath caught. She arched her hips toward him, inviting him in. Her body trembledwith excitement. He paused, holding himself poised at her slick entrance. His gaze searched hers.

“You’re ready?” he murmured in a low growl.

“Yes.” Her voice was nothing more than a breath. “I need you, Cyprian. All of you.”

Her words sent a shudder through him. He lowered himself slightly. His powerful body caged hers as his lips claimed hers again. The kiss was intoxicating as he slid inside of her.

The stretch was exquisite. He moved slowly. His cock filled her inch by agonizing inch. Her fingers dug into his back. Her breathing was ragged as she gasped beneath him. The feeling of him inside her was unlike anything she had ever experienced—intense, intimate, and all-consuming. She was overwhelmed by the sensation of being utterly and completely his.

“Fek, you’re so tight,” Cyprian groaned, his voice strained as he fought for control. “Fivra…you’re perfect.”

She whimpered as he seated himself fully inside her, their bodies pressed together. The stretch, the fullness, the way he seemed to mold to her—it was almost too much, and yet, exactly what she needed. He stilled for a moment. His arms bracketed her face as he held her gaze, allowing her body to adjust to the coupling. She could see the taut line of restraint in his jaw, the sweat beading on his brow as he waited for her signal to continue.

“Move,” she ordered. “Now, Cyprian, I need you.”

Her words shattered the last thread of restraint holding him back. He exhaled raggedly and began to move, pulling out slowly before pressing back into her. His pace was measured at first, each thrust an exploration of pleasure and connection. The friction elicited noises from her lips, and she tilted her hips toward him, aching for more, for everything he could give her.

Cyprian groaned low in his throat. “Fivra,” he murmured. “You feel…incredible.”

Her body responded instinctively by wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him closer, deeper. Her fingertips explored the expanse of his back—the ridges of his muscles, the faint texture of his scales, and the thick, corded muscles that supported his massive wings. The sheer heat of him was intoxicating. Nothing else existed but the rhythm of their bodies moving together.

He picked up his pace, hips driving into her with a power that bordered on feral. His wings flared above them, catching the low light and enveloping them in crimson and shadow.

Her hands slid to his face, cupping his cheeks as her gaze locked onto his. The intensity in his eyes stole her breath. The molten silver swirled with emotions too vast to name. Love. Desire. Possession. Devotion. All of it, raw and unyielding, was written in his gaze as he drove into her with purpose.

“I love you, Fivra,” he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of his feelings. His movements slowed, his thrusts deepening. “You’re my everything.”

Her heart swelled. Tears pricked her eyes. “I love you too, Cyprian,” she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m yours.”

The words seemed to unleash something within him. His movements grew faster, more fervent, as he chased their mutual release. Fivra’s world narrowed to the sensation of him—the way he filled her, the way he moved above her, the way his body fit perfectly against hers, as though they had been crafted for each other. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her. Her cries mingled with his guttural groans, the room thick with the sound of their love and the heat of their passion.

Cyprian’s hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core. He pressed against it and her body arched into his touch, her hips rolling tomeet his thrusts as the tension coiling in her belly grew tighter, hotter, more all-consuming.

“Fek, Fivra.” His voice turned ragged as his control began to fray. His wings trembled, the crimson membranes glowing faintly with the power thrumming through him. “I can feel you… You’re so close.”

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