Page 33 of Alien Charming

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his breath hot against her ear. “Tell me to take you home. Before…”

Before what? She wanted to ask, but her body already knew. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she instinctively pressed herself closer, eliciting another growl from deep in his chest.

“I want to stay with you,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

His restraint broke. With a growl, he captured her lips again, claiming her mouth with a passionate intensity that left her breathless. His hands roamed her body, caressing, teasing, awakening sensations she’d never dreamed of. She arched against him, her hands exploring his muscled shoulders, his powerful arms. When he pulled back, his eyes were fierce, molten gold in the darkness.

“This is dangerous, little one.” His voice was a low, rumbling growl. “We must stop before…”

“Before what?” Her words emerged as barely a whisper.

His eyes searched hers. “Before my beast takes control. Before I lose myself in you.”

The thought of him losing control, of giving himself over to her completely, sent a bolt of heat through her core. Her body ached for him, yearned for things she only barely understood. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his ear, emboldened by the magic and mystery of this night.

“Then lose yourself in me,” she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

He froze for an endless moment. Then a shudder rippled through him, and he bent her back over his arm, his eyes glowing gold as he looked down at her.

“Seren,” she breathed, barely recognizing her own voice.

He responded with another low growl that reverberated through her entire being. He traced the curve of her collarbone, his touch reverent, and she shivered. Every point of contact between them sent sparks of pleasure racing across her skin, and she arched into his touch, seeking more of the exquisite sensations he evoked. Her body seemed to know what it wanted, even if her mind couldn’t quite comprehend the depth of her desire.

His lips traced a path down her throat, his touch both gentle and insistent. Her head fell back, offering more of herself to him without conscious thought. When his thumb brushed the underside of her breast through the thin fabric of her dress,pleasure shot through her like a lightning bolt. She clutched at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the intensity of her response.

“Seren,” she whispered again, her voice unfamiliar to her own ears—breathless and wanting.

His eyes locked with hers, glowing with an inner fire that should have frightened her but instead made her feel powerful and desired. His expression was one of barely restrained hunger as he cupped her face with one large hand.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through her. “So responsive.”

He stroked the column of her throat with his thumb, sending a cascade of shivers through her. “Do you know how much I want you?”

His other hand settled on her waist, his fingers splayed across her stomach in a way that felt possessive, protective. He leaned down and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck. She gasped at the sensation, her fingers tangling in the front of his shirt. He trailed kisses down the column of her throat, nipping and licking, teasing her with the hint of fangs. Her head spun, desire overwhelming her senses.

“I want to taste you,” he growled against her skin. “To claim you.”

Yes.She wanted that too. She needed him, all of him. Her body ached for him, and she arched into his touch, silently begging for more.

He drew back to study her with those glowing eyes. “I need you to say it, Elli. I need to hear you say the words. Do you want this? Do you want me?”

She took a shaky breath. “I want this,” she whispered, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders again. “I want you, Seren. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

He groaned and captured her lips with his. His kiss was a claiming, a promise of things to come. She met his passion with her own, her hands exploring his broad shoulders, his strong arms. She tugged impatiently at his shirt, but he shook his head.

“Not yet, little one.”

She started to protest but then his hand closed over her breast, and she lost the ability to speak. He teased her through the thin fabric, circling, squeezing, until she was panting with need. When he finally brushed his thumb across her nipple, she cried out, arching against him.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips finding hers once again. “I’ll take care of you.”

He stroked and teased her breasts until she was writhing in his lap, her nails digging into his shoulders. She rocked her hips instinctively, seeking something she couldn’t name. His growl of approval rumbled through her as he slipped her dress down over her shoulders, baring her to the night air and to his hungry gaze.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, bending down to capture one hard nipple between his lips.

She whimpered at the sensation, her fingers clutching at his hair. He teased her with lips and tongue, suckling first one breast and then the other until she was panting and shaking in his arms. Her body ached, throbbed with a need she didn’t fully understand. She rocked her hips again, seeking friction, and he groaned.

“Patience, my eager little mate,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

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