Page 66 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“So sweet,” he muttered against her, as his large palm covered her other breast, kneading in a delectable motion that made Alissia arch her back once again.
This man–thisalien. That mouth of his could really do wonders.
“You know what I’ve been craving since the first time I kissed you?” he asked as his mouth traveled lower, caressing her stomach. His hot breath heated her flesh even more.
“What?” Alissia mumbled. She craned her neck to watch him.
“To taste you. Properly.”
As soon as he said it, Rynar used his Deruzian speed to get off the bed and kneel at the edge of it. His hands coiled around her knees, pulling Alissia toward him in the blink of an eye.
“Okay,thatwas hot,” she said with the last remaining air in her lungs.
How could she breathe properly whentheRynar Te’Oken kneeled in front of her, licking his lips as he stared at her covered center like he wanted to devour her?
His gaze snapped to hers as a pure male, satisfied smirk turned the corners of his mouth upward. “I hope you’ll like the next part even more.”
Slowly, his hands slid up her legs, his fingers drawing small circles that made Alissia squirm even more. Finally, he hooked his fingers in the bands of her underwear. But instead of sliding them down, he ripped them clean in the middle.
Alissia yelped. This wasveryhot, too.
“I promise I will buy you another pair. A dozen more. Nines, a hundred more,” he said, throwing the pieces of fabric over his shoulder.
Alissia blushed at the idea that the small house robots would have to dispose of her ripped panties during the night. But only for a second, because the logical side of her instantly imploded as Rynar dipped his head between her thighs.
No pomp, no circumstance, only need.
While Rynar feasted on her, her eyes had a sight of their own. Rynar’s powerful hands holding her legs apart, the strong muscles of his back moving and dipping in tune with the sway of his head, his mighty horns gleaming in the light.
Alissia was in sensory overload.
The sight of Rynar, the decadent smell of him, the way his tongue was circling her clit like he knew exactly how to coil it around her heated flesh. It was too much and not enough at the same time.
And when his tongue plunged inside her, his groan vibrating the windows, Alissia’s hips rose off the bed of their own accord.
Yes.
More.
That.
Now.
Her mind was a jumble of craving and sensations and she loved it. She loved how she felt with Rynar.
“You taste incredible,” he muttered against her skin. If he wanted her to internally combust from his mouth alone, he was doing a fine job of it.
Beads of sweat gathered between the valley of her breasts, as Rynar did terribly wonderful things to her. His fangs gently scraped the soft skin at the top of her thighs. Her legs trembled.
Alissia fisted the sheets in her palms, as the pressure built. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to hold on to something more solid.
So her hands unashamedly flew to his horns and she held on for dear life, as her hips began to gyrate.
Rynar groaned in approval, face hidden between her legs, as Alissia swayed against him.
The pressure inside her built to an almost unbearable height. But it wasn’t enough.
Something was missing.
