Page 45 of Captured By The Alien Barbarian
With an assertive huff, I spin her around to face me.
Claiming her as my own, I press my lips against hers, hungrily devouring her. She gasps against me, allowing my thick tongue to slip inside as ours dance together. The moist warmth of her mouth sends a haze through my mind.
Her futile attempts to resist are evident in her tugging at the restraints, but she is unable to break free from my grasp.
I reluctantly withdraw from her lips, taking in the sight before me. Her face is flushed, and her lips swollen from our fervent kisses.
I playfully chide her, raising an eyebrow in question. “You are my prisoner, remember? Mine.”
Her expression displays uncertainty, but her compelling scent only grows stronger. Her body even leans against mine with increasing weight, as if she struggles to stand and needs my strength and support.
Slowly and deliberately, I stand up and thread the leather ties through a metal ring on the wall. I pull on the rope, raising my mate’s hands high above her head, leaving her exposed and completely vulnerable.
Ariana watches me intently, shifting her weight from side to side, but makes no attempt to escape.
“What now?” she says in a breathy whisper.
“Now?” I chuckle darkly. “Now you are tied up, and I can do whatever I want. I can punish you.”
I press tender kisses on her lips, cheeks, and jawline, eliciting soft whimpers from her as she pants in anticipation.
“I can kiss you.” I emphasize my point by showering gentle kisses on her neck, just behind her ear.
“I can bite you,” Ariana yelps as my sharp teeth nip at the crook of her neck. I am careful not to break the skin but apply enough pressure to leave a mark. Hastily, I soothe the spot with more kisses, making her moan in pleasure. Her body presses against mine, straining against the bindings that hold her hands high in the air.
“I can strip you.”
Skillfully, I slide my claws beneath her leathers, pulling them apart with swift yanks. The material proves no match for my claws and falls to the ground in tatters as my eagerness grows. Nothing should keep us separated, not even clothing.
I guide her to lie down on the furs. She complies willingly, although I have to loosen the rope slightly to permit her to do so.
“I can taste you,” I say, causing Ariana to draw a sharp breath. Her eyes widen in shock, and she attempts to close her knees together in sudden apprehension.
I chide her gently, my fingers tightening around her ankles. “Don’t forget, you belong to me, and I can do whatever I wish with you.”
Ariana lets out a small whimper, her hips stirring as her tantalizing scent permeates the air. I am determined to get my taste.
Our initial lovemaking had been hurried and frantic, our overwhelming desire consuming us both. However, this time is going to be different. I intend to take our entwined pleasure slowly. I am going to make sure she thoroughly enjoys it.
Gently, I stroke my hand up her calves, deliberately pausing at her knees. She squirms, attempting to shield herself from my advancing touch. Yet, I will not let her.
Applying firm pressure, I separate her legs, my hands sensuously gliding up the length of her velvety thighs to guide her into a position that suits me—to hold her in place.
My eyes feast upon the sight of her soft hair and the glistening moisture that adorns her most intimate folds. Inhaling deeply, I take in her exquisitely sweet aroma. This is what I have been yearning for, the very source of my insistent cravings and frustrations.
With a deep groan of satisfaction, I lean in and claim what is rightfully mine.
ChapterTwelve
ARIANA
As soon as Taccit’s lips make contact with mine, I let out a moan. He doesn’t hold back or hesitate—one moment he hovers above me, and the next he explores my most intimate parts.
My instincts scream at me to grab onto Taccit—to sink my hands into his hair and guide him where I crave him most, causing me to whimper in desperation. However, my wrists are bound too tightly, causing my attempts to yank futilely at my restraints.
Taccit slowly runs his tongue along my folds, from back to front, making my hips squirm and arch beneath him. He drapes an arm over my stomach, pinning me down. Between his body holding me in place and my arms securely restrained, I feel utterly defenseless.
A blend of frustration and yearning coils deep within me as I gasp and moan with every stroke of his tongue.
