Page 52 of Salvation for the Alien Mercenary
Holy shit. He was huge… hot and hard beneath her palm. Her fingers instinctively curled around him, measuring his girth through the fabric. He hissed between his teeth as his hips jerked into her touch.
"Think you can help me with that?" he asked, voice tight.
Her defenses crumbled. In one swift move, she yanked his shirt up, revealing the muscled expanse of his chest and stomach. The energy-weapon scar had faded to a silvery line across his left pectoral. She traced it with her fingertips, marveling at the rapid healing.
"Off," she demanded, tugging at the fabric.
He sat back on his heels, stripping the shirt over his head in one fluid motion. The sight of him, all sculpted muscle and tanned skin, stole her breath. He'd always been fit, but the changes coursing through him had enhanced every line and plane of his body to something beyond human perfection.
"Your turn," he said, fingers playing with the hem of her top.
She lifted her arms, allowing him to peel the fabric up and away. The heat in his gaze as he looked down at her made her feel beautiful, powerful.
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” he murmured, hands skimming up her sides to cup her breasts. "Dreamed about it. Rubbed my cock fuckingrawin the shower thinking about you.”
His thumbs brushed over her nipples through cotton, drawing them into tight peaks. Arching into his touch, a soft moan escaped her lips. A growl of impatience rumbled low in his chest as he reached behind her. She sucked in a breath as her bra clasp gave, her breasts suddenly free. He looked down at her, dark fire in his eyes as he threw her bra over his shoulder.
"Perfect," he breathed, taking in the sight of her bared breasts. "Fucking perfect."
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He leaned down,mouth closing around one nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. The wet heat of his tongue, the gentle scrape of teeth, sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him to her.
Their remaining clothes didn't last long. They were both too desperate, too hungry for each other to bother with finesse. Boots thudded to the floor. Pants were shoved down and kicked away. Underwear torn in haste. Until finally, they were skin to skin, nothing between them but heat and need.
He pressed her into the mattress, all hard muscle and burning skin. She bit her lip as his cock slid against her thigh, heavy and thick. She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his length, feeling him throb in her grasp. Fuck, he was huge.
"Fuck," he groaned, hips jerking into her touch. "That feels so good."
Stroking him experimentally, she learned the feel of him—silky skin stretched over steel, a bead of moisture at the tip. His cock was as big as the rest of him and she resisted the urge to press her thighs together. Could she take him… or was he too big?
His hand snaked between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. A groan tore from his throat as his fingers slipped through her folds. "Already wet for me."
One thick finger circled her entrance before pushing inside, making her gasp. A second joined it, stretching her deliciously. His thumb found her clit, pressing and circling until her hips bucked against his hand.
"Oh god," she moaned, clinging to his shoulders. "Please."
"Please, what?" he asked, voice rough. He curled his fingers inside her, finding the spot that made her see stars. "Tell me what you need."
"You," she gasped. "Inside me. Now."
His eyes locked on hers hungrily. "I want you on top."
She blinked. "What? Why?"
"Because I want to watch you." His free hand stroked up her side, cupping her breast possessively. "Want to see your face when you take all of me."
His fingers twisted inside her, making her arch and cry out. "I want you to set the pace. Take what you can handle."
She nodded, desperate to feel him inside her.
He flipped them again, settling back against the pillows with her straddling his hips. His cock stood proudly between them, thick and intimidating. She swallowed hard. Shit… there was no way she could take him. He'd split her in two.
He cupped her face, making her look at him. "You can take me, sweetheart. All of me." His thumb traced her lower lip. "We'll go slow."
She nodded, positioning herself above him. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, hot and insistent. Slowly, she sank down, taking just the tip inside.
"Oh," she gasped at the stretch, the fullness. Even just the head felt enormous.
