Page 37 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
Or maybe she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
His grip tightened around her as he groaned at the thought. “You’re amazing.”
Her rhythm faltered. Then, without warning, she pressed her forehead against his, eyes closed. The simple gesture felt more intimate than anything they’d done.
Her small palms glided from his chest, up to his neck. They didn’t stop until she reached his horns. She gripped them like she’d done it countless times before.
Shivers erupted down Rynar’s spine. He pulsed with desire.
Her movements became more rapid. There was an urgency in her inhales and exhales, in every sway of her hips. Rynar watched in amazement as she ground herself against him, his hands guiding her.
Her moans and his groans melted together in a sweet, maddening crescendo.
Rynar had never been turned on like this. The way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, sliding against his chest with each sway. How her hooded eyes looked at him with nothing but passion. The way she bit her lip when his thumb caressed the inside of her thigh.
All he wanted to do was to tear off his pants, rip her clothes, bury himself in her, and worry about what this all meant tomorrow, after they were both satisfied and spent.
He settled for something else instead. Safety first.
“I want to touch you.” As he murmured the words, more question than proclamation, Rynar rubbed small, soothing circles on the inside of Alissia’s thigh.
She looked at him for a few seconds, not stopping her rhythm. When she seemed to have found whatever she was looking for in his eyes, she nodded. A small smile twisted her lips, making them even more alluring, if that was even possible.
Rynar captured them in a searing kiss as his right hand delved underneath Alissia’s dress, which was already bunched up beyond recognition. She inhaled sharply as his thumb grazed the fabric covering her center.
Rynar’s fangs throbbed. She was so warm.
She rested her forehead against his, hands not leaving his horns. Her rhythm stopped as Rynar’s fingers caressed hercenter through the fabric. Her chest began heaving as his gentle touches turned more frantic.
His mind was just as quick at conjuring images of her sitting on top of him, just as she was now. Naked. With him inside her, feeling every muscle clenching around him, enveloped in her heat.
When her hips began moving again, this time intent on not breaking contact with his fingers, Rynar barely dipped his thumb underneath the band of herunder-wear.
“Yes,” Alissia moaned, closing her eyes.
Rynar wasn’t about to disappoint her. Slowly, he pushed the fabric to the side. He kept his gaze locked on her face, analyzing each and every expression. The soft turn of her lips. The way her eyelids fluttered. The flush on her cheeks.
She was amazing.
Rynar stroked her soft, heated flesh, reveling in the sweet sounds she made. He was so hard, he would probably rip through his pants soon, but tonight was about her.
Her pleasure.
When Rynar dipped a finger inside her, he almost lost his mind. Some ancient Deruzian part of him roared in triumph at her heat engulfing him, urging him to go faster.
He resisted with all his might, even as her muscles clenched around him. He let her set the pace once again.
This time, Alissia didn’t hesitate. With a firm grip on his horns, she rose and fell, his finger dipping in and out.
Nines, shewasgoing to kill him.
She wound her hips in nonsensical patterns.
Fast.
Faster.
Rynar added a second finger.
