Page 34 of Alien Charming

His hand drifted down her body, his eyes glowing with a hunger that made her tremble, then slipped beneath the hem of her dress, pushing her skirt up over her thighs. A distant part of her mind thought she should have been embarrassed, but she was too focused on his maddeningly gentle touch as he brushed against the wet heat between her thighs. A jolt of electricity shot through her and she cried out.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me hear you, little one. Let me know how good it feels.”

His fingers explored her with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness that left her breathless. When he slid one thick finger inside her, she arched against him, gasping at the invasion. It hurt, just a little, but the sensation was quickly drowned out by pleasure as he curled his finger and stroked a hidden spot deep inside her. He watched her intently as he touched her, studying every reaction, every gasp and moan.

“You’re so tight,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She could barely form words. “You won’t,” she managed to gasp. “I trust you.”

He groaned and kissed her fiercely. His finger continued to move inside her, stretching her, preparing her to take him. When he added a second digit, the burn intensified, but it only fueled her need. She rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, seeking more of the delicious friction.

His thumb brushed against a sensitive spot at the apex of her thighs. She cried out, her body tensing, coiled tight as aspring. He circled the spot with firm, deliberate strokes, and pleasure exploded within her, radiating outwards in waves of heat and light. She clung to him as she came apart, his name on her lips, and he held her close, growling words of praise and encouragement as he guided her through her climax.

When she finally floated back down to earth, her face was wet with tears, and he stroked a gentle finger across her damp cheeks.

“Are you all right, little one?” His voice rumbled through her. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, struggling to find words, and he bent to kiss her again. This kiss was different, slow and languid, as if he wanted to savor the taste of her. She sighed into his mouth, her body relaxed and pliant in his arms. He continued to stroke her gently, easing her back down from the heights of her pleasure.

When he broke the kiss, he drew back to study her again.

“I think that we’d best stop here.”

Stop? She frowned, not understanding, but then she felt that long, thick length throbbing insistently against her thigh.

“But you’re… you’re hard,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

His chuckle was dark and enticing. “Yes. Because of you. Because of your sweet scent and the way you respond to my touch.” He nuzzled her neck. “But I won’t claim you tonight, little one.”

“But… why not?” she asked, confused. “Didn’t you like it? Didn’t I please you?”

“You pleased me very much,” he growled. “Believe me, I want nothing more than to sink myself into your sweet heat. To feel your body tighten around me as I make you mine.”

“But?”

He gently caressed her still damp cheeks. “But this is all new to you, and I suspect, overwhelming.”

He was right, of course. This was all so new and intense and overwhelming. But that didn’t lessen the ache between her thighs or the longing in her heart. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted to belong to him fully, completely, but she nodded, accepting his decision.

He kissed her again, tenderly this time, his lips soft against hers. “I won’t rush this,” he murmured. “You need time.”

She could see the conflict in his eyes—desire warring with restraint—and it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps he did as well. She nodded again, managing a somewhat shaky smile.

“We should return to the ceremony,” he added reluctantly. “I want you to enjoy this night—to dance and celebrate. You deserve these moments of joy.”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb, his touch infinitely tender.

“Tonight is special,” he continued. “Magical. I want you to experience all of it.”

“It’s magical enough just being with you,” she whispered.

He growled, and then he was kissing her again, his mouth hungry and demanding. She returned the kiss eagerly, but he pulled away all too soon.

“The ceremony, little temptress,” he said firmly as he placed her back on her feet and adjusted her gown before fastening the veil back in place. “We should go.”

He stood up and offered his hand. She took it, her skin tingling at the contact. The thought of dancing with him under the lantern lights sent a thrill of excitement through her, and when he smiled, the world seemed brighter, more full of promise.

No matter what happened tomorrow, tonight was a gift. A magical gift that she would treasure forever.

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