Page 72 of Captured By The Alien Barbarian
There was a time when I swore I wouldn’t beg for him, right? Yeah, I’m a different woman now.
In an abrupt display of strength, he stands, tossing me back onto the bedding. But before I can sit up, he’s got my ankles in his hands, placing them on his shoulders as his intense gaze locks with mine. His hands flex, and I feel the slight tickle of his claws grazing my skin.
“Be a good girl, Nika,” he says. “Don’t make me tie you up again.”
At his provocative threat, a surge of heat races through me, pooling between my thighs. I’m not afraid of him, not anymore, but I am feeling brazen.
“I’d like to see you try,” I say. He responds with a dark chuckle, like my desperation is his favorite game. Oh gosh, what if it is?
Focused squarely on my exposed and needy core, I’ve never felt so vulnerable, yet so amazingly safe, all at once.
“You will be begging by the time I am done,” he says, and before I can protest, he dives in like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks. With one long, confident stroke of his tongue, my body arches up off the bed.
“Be still,” he says, laughing.
His tail lands over my hips with a heavy thud, holding me in place. Grateful for the added stability, I hold onto it like a lifeline.
Because what his tongue does next—it shouldn’t be possible. He explores me with a wild frenzy, his relentless strokes winding me tighter and tighter until I’m ready to burst. And then, he suckles on my most sensitive spot.
Everything within me shatters. A joyous scream tears from my throat as my vision whites out, replaced by sparkling dots that dance about the darkness. Gradually, he slows as my peak subsides.
Exhausted and sated, I lie limp as he towers over me, poised and ready with a single press against my entrance to remind me that we aren’t quite done yet.
“You are beautiful,” Taccit says, his face awash with wonder. His words make new heat prick at my eyes.
“Make love to me, please,” I say. I don’t care about who wins this round. I just need to feel him within me.
Tenderly, Taccit pushes into me—inch by tantalizing inch—until the burn is replaced by the most delightful sense of fullness. It’s as if I were made just for this, just for him.
“You are so tight. So good,” he says above me. A bead of sweat forms on his brow, shining like a hard-earned trophy.
His hips pump, spreading a fiery tingling through my veins and to the tips of my fingers.
I whimper at the loss as he suddenly withdraws from me. But before I can demand more, his hips surge forward and his cock slams impossibly deeper inside of me.
I cling to him as my body spirals higher and higher towards ecstasy.
Taccit’s head descends upon my breast. His teeth nip at the sensitive flesh. I try to hold him in place, to guide him where I want him, only for his tail to wrap around my wrists.
“You are mine, to do with as I want,” he says, releasing my nipple with a satisfying pop. Each of his gasping breaths sends a matching throb of excitement from my head down to my clit.
I cry out, my head thrashing side to side. His hips meet mine, each thrust grinding against my core.
I am utterly helpless beneath him.
Then he slides his hand between us. His thumb finds my clit and presses down upon it with a firm pressure.
Taccit’s movements turn wild and erratic. He roars. I feel the hot burst of his cum painting my insides, my fluttering core milking him until there is nothing left.
It’s too much.
My back arches, electricity flying through my body.
The world erupts in a supernova of blinding light. Maybe I should have closed my eyes.
Exhausted, I cling to him as he holds me close. The sex is mind-blowing, but his love? That is priceless.
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