Page 29 of Captured By The Alien Barbarian
Another hard slap on my thigh makes me question my own resolve, especially when followed by a gentle caress. The heat builds and I writhe against him.
His finger slips into my folds, probing at my entrance. I feel so empty. I need him. Taccit hums as his finger ventures deeper. It feels like an invasion. Just one finger, and it already feels like he fills me up. Then, that devious digit curls. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.
“Please.” The hushed plea escapes my lips.
“Who do you belong to, my little Nika?” he says.
My head shakes vigorously. I can’t say it. How can I possibly admit it when I can’t even form coherent sentences?
His finger withdraws. I can’t help but whine at the sudden emptiness.
“Please, Taccit,” I thrust my bottom in the air, wiggling it, seeking his touch. I know he isn’t immune either, as his not-so-little buddy pulses beneath.
His fingers linger at my entrance, just probing. Never going deep enough to provide relief.
Meanwhile, he strokes my clit with slow, languid strokes.
He teases me so expertly that I feel wound tight, ready to explode. I simply can’t take it anymore!
“Tell me what I want to hear, Ariana.”
“You!” The confession jumps out; I practically shout it.
His fingers dive back in with a vengeance, scissoring and stretching me into a state of pure bliss.
“That’s right, Nika. You belong to me. You are my prisoner.”
He curls his fingers, rubbing at my most sensitive spot. I shatter. White light explodes behind my eyelids. Everything within me clenches and squeezes around him as I ride out my climax. He continues his relentless thrusts, plunging in and out of my tight folds until my body finally goes limp and sags over his.
As I return to my senses, I find myself lovingly cradled in his arms. My cheek snuggles against his chest, and he gently strokes my back with a calming touch.
I feel the tell-tale prickle behind my eyes. I try my best to hide my imminent tears as if I have something in my eye.
Taccit’s green hand tenderly sweeps my hair away from my face. “Nika?”
“I’m fine!” I snap back, maybe just a tad too defensively.
For what feels like an eternity, he looks down at me, scrutinizing my every feature as I studiously try to avoid his all-knowing gaze.
Finally, with a world-weary sigh, he guides me to lie back in the furs. “Get some rest, little Nika. You will need your strength for what I have in mind.”
Great, now he’s planning something, and I have that to worry about!
As he struts across the room, he makes no effort to hide the tent in his trousers.
I’m left staring at him, mouth agape. This infuriating male runs hot and cold. One moment he’s the sweetest guy, and the next he’s bossing me around.
With a huff, I drag the covers up to my chin. I watch through half-lidded eyes as he pulls some extra blankets from a chest and lays them out near the entrance, realizing that he’s making himself a makeshift bed.
“What about you?” I say.
“Get your rest, my little Nika. You need it.”
It’s only as I lie alone in the darkness that I realize tears are falling.
He gave me probably one of the best orgasms of my life, if not the best. And then I ran from him, like some pathetic damsel in distress. This isn’t me. I am stronger than this. Aren’t I?
Sleep slowly claims me, but it’s not all that restful. My mind is filled with dreams of my husband dying, leaving me alone and lost in the wilderness. I try to plant row after row of dying seedlings, but I’m too weak to do anything for myself anymore. Walter appears and just laughs at me endlessly. And just when I think the nightmares can’t get worse, Taccit appears. I call out to him, but he just turns away from me. He doesn’t want me either.
