Page 164 of Seven Oars
She heard him mutter a vile curse in that hoarse, deep voice of his.His hands slid under the hem of her shirt, then moved down to splay over her bare bottom.
The need had come over Rosamma like a tide. Nothing else mattered except them, skin to skin, mouth on mouth, deeper, hotter, forever.
They both tore at her clothes, baring her completely.
“You’re so soft.”
He pushed her breasts together and dragged his tongue through the tight hollow he created.
“And pink.”
He sucked one nipple into his mouth. Hard.
She cried out, pressing her hips against him.
His fingers dipped inside her, finding her ready.
“Say my name,” he breathed.
“Fincros.”
“No, the other way you call me.”
“Finn.”
“Yes.”
As a reward, he caressed her heat until she pulsed with need.
“Finn, Finn, Finn…”
Every nerve in her body lit up at his touch.
She gave a soft squeak when he backed her against the quilted wall. Dropping to one knee, he kicked her legs apart with his hands. His breath fanned her spread folds, building anticipation before he gave it one long, teasing lick with his tongue.
The world fell away, leaving her alone with the stars, floating as his tongue drove her higher with every relentless stroke.
Her hips jerked against him as the spasm of release took over, leaving her weak, shaking.Her legs buckled, and Fincros let her fall, pushing her beneath him.
He said something she didn’t catch.Raw hunger deepened his eyes until every pupil stood out in sharp, brilliant relief.
He mounted her where she fell, the mesh floor rough under her back, sending a sharp, delicious shiver up her spine as he drove into her.
He gripped her bottom. Then readjusted, thrust deeper.
“I like pink,” he growled before setting his mouth over hers.
Despite the hard floor beneath her, Rosamma felt weightless. The world narrowed to the thick, insistent fullness of him inside her.
He took her hard, almost punishing, a strong male with a hard drive.
An alien.
His shape and size should have made their ultimate bonding difficult, but they didn't.
Somehow, they fit.
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