Page 25 of Tavarr's Mate
Chapter Fourteen
Tavarr sets a fast rhythm of claiming me. Despite my worries about his immense size, his cock glides in and out without much effort. He feels huge—heishuge—but thankfully my arousal has made accommodating his impressive length and girth manageable. If I’d been a virgin, I know it would have hurt badly.
I hold onto a groove in the headboard in an effort to keep obeying him, though I long to reach for him and touch his chest or grab his ass while he pounds into me. My breasts bounce heavily with each thrust, and pressure coils tighter and tighter in my neither region.
I’m close to coming apart, close to combusting amidst the stars.
I’ve never been able to come with a man inside me before without direct stimulation upon my clit, and even though Tavarr isn’t stroking my nubbin, the brief impacts of his center upon mine while he drives in and out of my pussy is enough to propel me upward to the heights of ecstasy.
My first orgasm rips through me like a violent wave, leaving me gasping for air while he continues his relentless thrusts. His deep growls surround me and combine with my own high-pitched moans. I try to match his tempo, but he’s fucking me so hard and fast that I can only lie here and take it, lie here with my hands above my head while he claims me as his mate.
“You feel so fucking good, sweet human.” Not slowing in his movements, he dips his head down to capture my nipple, intermittently licking then biting it. The added sensation drives me wild, and I gasp with relief when he finally pays the same attention to my other nipple.
“Please, can I touch you?” I blurt out, my hands itching to roam over his flesh and comb through his hair.
He gives my rosy peak another bite, then releases it and with a heated look, says, “You may.”
I trail my fingers over his toned chest first, reveling in the perfection of each sculpted muscle. Since he’s sweating from his exertions, my hands glide easily over his rough skin. I peer into his eyes as I caress every part of him I can reach, and feel a pull between our hearts that leaves me stunned and questioning whether it’s possible for humans to experience the Kleaxian mating bond.
Warmth and love flow through my veins, everything in my periphery vision glows, making it so Tavarr’s face is framed in light.
Another release takes me under, and I undulate against his center, lost in the waves of erotic bliss at the same time my soul is laid bare before Tavarr. It’s like he’s staring at all my secrets, all my desires, and accepting me for who I am, even caring for me despite my faults and past mistakes.
His expression changes to one of utter confusion, and he gives his head a sharp shake, as if trying to clear his vision. “You…do you feel this?” he asks, still pumping hard and fast into my pussy. His cock swells larger inside me and he growls deep in his throat.
“I-I feel something. It’s…like pure love. And light. I see light all around you.”
He releases my hips and cups my face. “It’s the mating bond. You’re surrounded by light too, a pretty blue aura. I didn’t think humans could experience it. It’s not supposed to be possible.” He’s in awe of what’s transpiring between us, and so am I.
When Vonn claimed me, I felt nothing but fear and pain. There was no love. No light. No warmth.
But what I’m sharing with Tavarr is the most intimate, yet sensual, experience of my whole life, and I wish it could last forever.
His eyes roll back in his head and he pumps faster and roars his release. The growl echoes off the walls and vibrates inside me, deepening my arousal and prompting a third orgasm to seize my center. It’s fast and hard, and I soon notice tears rolling down my face, I’m consumed by such intense pleasure and tender emotion that I can’t control my responses.
A surge of liquid heat—Tavarr’s seed—fills me up as I attempt to catch my breath.
Once he thrusts into me one final time, he withdraws and immediately gathers me in his arms, cradling me against his chest. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head to his heart, listening to the rapid beating of his life force.
“Now you are mine, sweet human, and I will never, ever let you go.”
Weeks ago, had a Kleaxian male declared his ownership over me, I would have recoiled in terror, but not now. Not in this moment. After what we just shared, peace resonates in my soul, along with hope for the kind of future I’ve always wanted. Except circumstances have once again changed, and Mr. Right is a huge red alien with six fingers on each hand.
He strokes my hair for what seems like hours, and I bask in each gentle touch. As I sit on his lap, his seed slowly trickles from my pussy and onto his thick muscular thighs, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He tightens his embrace and puts his mouth to my ear, then utters to me in his native tongue. I don’t know what he’s saying, but I like the mystery of not knowing, because I can imagine he’s telling me how he’ll cherish me for the rest of our lives.
Three days ago, when I’d first met Tavarr, I’d been afraid of his intentions toward me. But all my fears melted away during the claiming, when our hearts became one. I can’t explain it, and right now, I don’t think he can either. I wonder if any other humans on Tallia have experienced the fullness of the mating bond with their Kleaxian mates. Certainly, I can’t be the only one. After a few moments pass, the visible glow surrounding him slowly fades, but the strength of my affection for him remains steadfast.
“Are you sore?” he asks, shifting one of his hands to cup my pussy. He draws back and waits until I meet his gaze.
“Um, just a little. It’s okay though. I don’t mind.”
Concern flashes in his visage. “I can apply a healing salve to your center to take away all pain,” he replies, rising with me still in his arms. He carries me to the bathroom and sits me down on the counter next to the sink.
“Tavarr,” I say, reaching for his hands to prevent him from looking through the cabinets. “I mean it. I don’t mind the soreness.” I give a little smile. “It’s a good kind of sore. In fact, I like the reminder that you were recently inside me, claiming me as yours.”
He returns my grin, and to my surprise, his expression is a bit sheepish. “I confess I got carried away. I did not mean to pound into you quite so hard. At least not this first time. I hope I did not frighten you, but my desire for you was overpowering.”
I cup the side of his face and trace his high cheekbone. “You did not frighten me in the least, Tavarr. This is the safest I’ve felt in a long time.”
