Page 10 of Taken By the Alien Merking

He parted her folds with gentle precision, his fingers exploring the slickness that awaited him. Brooke’s hips bucked as he stroked her, the pad of his thumb finding the tight bundle of nerves at her apex. He circled it slowly, each pass eliciting a whimper of delight from her lips.

“You are exquisite,” he murmured, his gaze locked on the sight of his hand working between her thighs. “Every part of you is a wonder to behold.”

Brooke’s response was a series of broken cries, her body writhing beneath his touch. Zetron felt the tension coiling within her, the promise of her release sending a throb of anticipation through his own body.

He slipped one finger inside her, then another, stretching her as he continued to stroke her. Her inner walls clenched around him, the sensation so intense it bordered on pain. His member pulsed in response, aching for the tight heat that he knew awaited him. But not yet. This was about Brooke, about showing her the depth of the passion she inspired in him.

“Come for me, Brooke,” he commanded, his voice a guttural whisper. “Let me see the fire that burns deep within you.”

As if his words were the spark needed to ignite the blaze, Brooke’s body tensed, her orgasm crashing violently over her in waves. She cried out, her voice echoing off the cave walls as she rode the pleasure he had given her.

Zetron watched, entranced by the sight of her abandon. His fingers slid from her depths, the evidence of her release glistening on his skin. The scent of her filled the cave, a potent reminder of the desire that still simmered between them.

His own need was a fierce, pounding ache, his member throbbing almost painfully against the confines of his garments. But he ignored it, focusing instead on the woman before him—the woman who had captured more than just his interest.

As Brooke’s breathing slowed and her body relaxed, Zetron’s need for her only intensified. The fire within him, stoked by the sight of her surrender, raged with an unquenchable hunger.

With a growl that rumbled deep in his chest, he captured her lips once more, his tongue seeking entry with a boldness that bared no denial. Brooke yielded to him, her own tongue meeting his with a fervor that matched his own. The taste of her was an intoxicating blend of the meal they had shared and the underlying essence that was uniquely her—a flavor he knew he would crave for all his days.

His hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place as he plundered her mouth, claiming it as his own. The thought of any other male tasting this, touching her, sent a surge of possessive fury through him. She was his—his to protect, his to pleasure. And he would allow no other to stake such a claim.

When they finally broke apart, Zetron gathered her in his arms, tucking her against his side. Her skin was flushed, a sheen of sweat cooling in the night air. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, a sense of satisfaction filling him.

“Rest now,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “We have the whole night ahead of us, and I intend to explore every inch of you before the sun rises.”

Brooke murmured something unintelligible, her eyes drifting shut as she snuggled closer to him. Zetron smiled, his heart pounding in time with the pulse of the ocean waves outside the cave.

His blood throbbed through his veins. Her touch brought only one thing to him now.

Pleasure.

It threatened to burn him to a crisp.

Chapter 7

Brooke

Brookestirred,thewarmthof Zetron’s arms enveloping her like a cocoon. Her eyelids fluttered open, and the memories of their passions came flooding back. The kiss, his touch, the way he’d coaxed her to the brink of ecstasy with just his fingers. She’d never lost control so completely, especially not with someone she’d just met—an alien, no less. Yet here she was, nestled against his chest, her body humming with the remnants of pleasure.

Zetron’s gaze met hers, a smoldering heat that ignited her anew. “You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

“I am,” Brooke replied, her own voice barely above a whisper. She should have focused on the treaty, on the future of Earth, but all she thought about was the feel of his skin against hers.

As if reading her thoughts, Zetron leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both a question and a promise. His hunger for her was palpable, and it sent a thrill through Brooke, stoking the embers of her own desire.

“I want to taste all of you,” he said, the words sending a shiver down her spine. Before she could respond, he moved down her body, his hands skimming her curves with an almost reverent touch.

Brooke’s heart pounded in her chest as Zetron’s mouth explored her, his tongue tracing patterns over her skin. She gasped as he reached the apex of her thighs, his fingers parting her folds with a gentleness that belied his strength.

“Zetron,” she breathed out.

He looked up at her, his green eyes shining with an intensity that took her breath away. “Let me pleasure you, Brooke,” he said.

She nodded, her ability to form words lost in the anticipation of what was to come. Zetron’s mouth descended upon her once more, his tongue delving into her depths with an insatiable curiosity. He tasted her like she was the most exquisite delicacy, her moans of pleasure echoing off the cave walls.

Brooke’s world narrowed to the sensations Zetron elicited from her body. Each lick, each suckle, drove her closer to the edge. She felt the tension coiling within her, tightening with each passing second.

When her release came, it was a white-hot explosion of sensation that left her boneless and panting. But Zetron was far from finished. He redoubled his efforts, his movements more frenzied now, as if he were driven by some primal instinct.

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