Page 47 of Deserted

Through our bond, I felt every sensation doubled—her pleasure feeding mine, creating a feedback loop of desire that threatened to overwhelm us both. I lavished attention on her breasts, learning what touches made her arch beneath me, whatpressure made her moan my name in that breathy voice that drove me to the edge of control.

“Please,” she whispered, her hands guiding me lower, making her desires clear. “I need to feel you.”

I obliged, trailing kisses down her stomach, over the slight curve of her hip, down to the junction of her thighs where her scent was strongest. My first taste of her essence drew a growl from deep in my chest—she was already wet, ready, her body responding to mine with an eagerness that satisfied something primal in my nature.

I explored her with my tongue, learning the secrets of her pleasure with deliberate thoroughness. Each swipe, each gentle suck, each careful press of my lips drew new sounds from her throat—whimpers and moans and breathless pleas that fed my desire to please her, to worship her, to make her come apart beneath me.

Her first orgasm caught her by surprise, her body tensing and then breaking like a wave as she cried out my name. Through our bond, I felt the intensity of it, the ripples of pleasure that coursed through her, and I growled with satisfaction against her sensitive flesh.

But I wasn’t done. Not nearly.

I rose above her, positioning myself between her thighs, the tip of my cock nudging at her entrance. Unlike humans, Rodinian males were built differently—thicker, with textured ridges along the shaft designed to stimulate our mates, and the distinctive knot at the base that would swell to lock us together when release came.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly, needing to see her eyes as I entered her for the first time without fear or urgency driving us.

She met my gaze, her eyes dark with desire and trust, and nodded once.

I pushed forward slowly, watching her face as I filled her inch by inch. Her eyes widened, her lips parting on a silent gasp as she stretched to accommodate me. Through our bond, I felt the exquisite mix of pleasure and fullness she experienced, the slight burn that quickly melted into satisfaction as her body welcomed mine.

“Rhaekar,” she breathed, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “You feel.. god, you feel amazing.”

I growled in agreement, holding still once fully seated within her, giving her time to adjust to my size. The heat of her around me was exquisite torture—tight, wet, perfect. Made for me as I was made for her.

When she began to move beneath me, hips rolling in invitation, I started a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust drew gasps and moans from her lips, her nails digging into my back in a way that only heightened my pleasure. Through our bond, I felt every sensation she experienced—the delicious friction of my ridged length against her inner walls, the pressure against places that made her see stars, the building tension that promised another release.

“I’m going to mark you again,” I growled against her ear, my control slipping as our rhythm intensified. “Renew our bond. Make it stronger.”

“Yes,” she gasped, tilting her head to expose her throat in a gesture of submission that spoke directly to the most primal part of my nature. “Make me yours. Again. Always.”

I increased my pace, driving into her with controlled power, each thrust bringing us closer to completion. My knot began to swell, pressing against her entrance with each movement, not yet locking us together but promising that it would.

When I felt her teetering on the edge of another climax, I lowered my mouth to the mark on her collarbone and bit down—not breaking the skin this time but applying enough pressureto reactivate the bond-mark. The response was immediate. She cried out, her body convulsing around mine as pleasure crashed through her.

“Now you,” she managed between gasps, pulling my head down to offer my own mark to her teeth. “Together.”

She bit down on the mark she’d left on my chest, harder than I expected, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core. The sensation pushed me over the edge, my knot swelling fully as I thrust deep one last time, locking us together as my release flooded her in hot pulses.

The dual sensation—her teeth on my mark, my knot locked within her—triggered another orgasm for her, this one even more intense than the last. Through our bond, I felt it ripple through her in waves, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock, milking every drop of my essence.

We collapsed together, still joined, my larger frame carefully positioned to avoid crushing her. I gathered her against my chest, nuzzling her hair, breathing in her scent now mixed with my own.

“That was...” she began, then laughed softly. “I don’t even have words.”

“Neither do I,” I admitted, stroking her back in long, gentle motions. “But I felt it. All of it.”

We lay in contented silence for a few moments, our heartbeats gradually slowing, our breathing synchronizing. My knot would keep us joined for some time yet, a biological imperative that ensured my seed had the best chance of taking root.

“I meant what I said,” she murmured against my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. “About staying with you. About not going back to Earth.”

I tightened my arms around her, something fierce and protective swelling in my chest. “You would give up your world? Your life there?”

She lifted her head to meet my eyes, her expression serious despite the flush of pleasure still coloring her cheeks. “What life? Chasing stories no one believes? Living out of a backpack? Never belonging anywhere or to anyone?”

Her hand found mine, fingers interlocking. “You’re the first person who’s ever wanted all of me. The loud parts, the stubborn parts, the parts that ask too many questions and won’t back down.”

The simple truth of her words humbled me. Through our bond, I felt her absolute certainty, her complete confidence in the choice she was making.

“Besides,” she added with a mischievous smile, “Earth doesn’t have sexy cat aliens with magical knotting abilities. Major design flaw, if you ask me.”

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