Page 37 of Salvation for the Alien Mercenary
"Tell me what you want."
Her mind blanked. Everything. Him. This moment suspended between stars.
"Touch me," she managed, barely coherent.
A wicked little smile curved his lips. "I am touching you."
His hand slid down her stomach, fingers teasing along her waistband.
"More."
He captured her mouth again as his hand slipped beneath loose fabric, finding the heat between her thighs. His fingers stroked over her underwear, mapping her through thin cotton.
"Already wet," he murmured against her lips. "Is that for me, Mira?"
"Yes," she admitted, hips lifting into his touch. "Only you."
Something flashed in his eyes… possession or satisfaction, she wasn’t sure which. Hooking strong fingers in her waistband, he pulled. Her sweatpants and underwear slid down her legs in one efficient motion. Cool air hit her exposed skin, sending a shiver through her that had nothing to do with temperature.
He knelt between her thighs, gaze traveling over her naked lower body as his hands slid up, spreading her legs wider. She should've felt vulnerable. Instead, the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her made her feel powerful.
"Wanted to taste you since that first day," he said, voice deep enough to vibrate through her. "Woken up hard and aching just thinking about it."
Her breath caught. "Then do it."
His eyes darkened, and he watched her as he lowered himself between her spread thighs. The first touch of his mouth was gentle, almost reverent. Then his tongue swept through her folds, and gentleness vanished.
“Oh shit!”
She grabbed his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. He hummed against her, the vibration shocking through sensitive flesh. His tongue circled her clit with perfect pressure. One hand gripped her hip, holding her steady. The other slid up her inner thigh, fingers teasing her entrance before one thick digit pushed inside.
The stretch, the fullness, combined with his relentless mouth, had her racing toward the edge immediately. He added a second finger, curling forward to hit the spot that made stars explode behind her eyes.
"Fuck," she gasped, her hips rocking against his face. "Don't stop."
He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his mouth wet with her arousal. "Never," he promised and bent his head again.
His tongue flattened against her clit while his fingers worked inside her, stretching, stroking, building a tension that coiled tighter with each second. Her thighs began to tremble, heat gathering low in her belly.
"Let go," he ordered against her, breath hot. "Let me feel you come."
The command, his voice vibrating through her core, his fingers curling just right… everything shattered. Pleasure crashed over her in violent waves, her back arching as she cried out his name. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, pulsing as he worked her through it, easing only when she collapsed limply.
Placing a final kiss against her clit, he lifted up. He looked utterly pleased with himself despite the obvious erection straining his pants. His eyes had changed again… the blue reclaiming territory from the black.
She reached for him, and he leaned down, claiming her mouth in a kiss that tasted of her own pleasure and something uniquely him. The intimacy of it twisted something in her chest.
When he pulled back, he studied her face with an intensity that stripped her bare. His thumb traced her lower lip, his expression softening.
"Stay with me tonight," he said, the words somewhere between question and command.
She nodded. "Yes."
He lowered his head, nuzzling her neck, inhaling deeply.
"Mine," he whispered against her skin, so quietly she almost missed it.
The harsh chime of his comm shattered the moment. He froze, a growl rumbling in his chest. For a second, she thought he might ignore it, but the comm chimed again, more insistent.
