Page 54 of An Alien for the Farm

I slow down, pulling my head up from the point where his tip was just at that point in my throat that I could bear without choking. I use my hands now, giving him a slow pump as I gaze up at him.

“Liora,” Zynar grunts. “You torture me.”

A smile stretches my lips. Seeing the effect I have on him, the raw desire in his eyes, fills me with a heady sense of power. It’s intoxicating to know that I can make this strong, fierce male tremble with just a touch, a look.

His breath hitches as I lift one hand and run my fingers lightly over his abdomen, tracing the contours of his muscles. “Do I?” I whisper, my voice laced with playful innocence I’ve never had the confidence to use before. “And what will you do about it?”

His eyes darken, a growl rumbling low in his chest. “Anything you want, Little Bird. Anything to make you mine.”

His words make a strange tingle go through me. They’re serious words. They spell commitment. Why am I not terrified? Instead, the surge of confidence I feel is exhilarating. I lean closer, my lips brushing against his lower abdomen. The scales there shiver.

“Then show me,” I murmur, “how much you want me.”

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ELEANOR

With a primal growl, Zynar pulls back, releasing himself from my fingers as he suddenly kneels before me. He opens my thighs with one singular motion, powerful arms spreading me for him. I gasp. I don’t have time for any other response before his lips are covering my pussy again.

A moan barrels through me as I grab the bed. Zynar licks and sucks with fervor, his tongue moving over my inner thighs and every part of me down there, before he growls something about beauty and perfection.

We’re moving then, him rising as he wraps both arms around my lower half and lifts me. We climb up higher on the bed before he sets me down and leans over me, pulling me into a kiss that sets my body aflame, every nerve ending igniting with desire. This time, it’s my turn to tremble, to be consumed by the intensity of his need. And I realize, with a thrill of anticipation, that this is just the beginning.

“Eleanor,” he grunts, breath across my lips. “Do you want to?”

“Yes! God yes.”

Zynar growls before looking down between us and pausing. There’s a frown on his brow, some worry, even as his chest heaves with unmeasured breaths.

“What is it?” I whisper.

“You’re smaller than females of my kind.” His tortured gaze meets mine. “I will never forgive myself if I hurt you, Little Bird.”

“You won’t.” My voice has gone hoarse. I can barely speak. “It will fit.” And that’s more confidence than I should have. Nothing as big as he is has ever fit before. This will be a new experience for both of us. But I guess the confidence he’s been instilling in me has transferred to other things, too.

With a grunt, Zynar shifts his hold on me, allowing my back to settle on the bed as he grasps my hips. The first brush of his cockhead against my folds makes my eyes roll back. I grip my breasts, bottom lip between my teeth as I shudder. And, despite the obvious strain on him too, Zynar moves slowly. He uses his leaking fluid to lubricate me before he presses in, fangs bared as he holds himself back, giving me time to adjust to his size, the extent of those ridges, even the sensation of his scars.

Pulling back, he slides in again, working me slowly as my eyes roll back into my head. I can’t see anymore. I can only feel. Only feel and hear. The sounds of his soft grunts and growls. The sounds of his harsh breathing. His low moans as he slides back and then forward, carving his way a little deeper within me.

Outside, the rain falls hard, thunder booming. The chaos is all like a backdrop to the sweet storm building inside.

Zynar slides in and out of me so slowly, to the point where it really becomes sweet torture. He works me, making me take him inch by inch, my channel stretching to accommodate him little by little. And when I look at him, that intense stare, his intense focus, is solely on me. He’s taking me in, watching my every reaction in the way he usually does, as if each moment is so precious he doesn’t want to miss it.

When he finally fills me up, he freezes. Both of our chests heave as I look up at him once more. I squirm, moving my hips, the pressure, the stretch, almost too much. I’m completely filled and the sensation threatens to make me either go limp or go wild. As I roll my hips, moving along his shaft, I start mumbling words that make no sense. Words that are from no language as my whole body ignites.

“Please, Zynar,” I beg.

He leans forward, bracing over me, the shift in position pushing him even deeper. His first few thrusts are slow and deep. Each time he pulls back, it stretches me, pulling on my clit before he slides forward again. He curves his back, lifting me onto his thighs as he leans in further. His eyes meet mine, an inch away from my face, as he pumps harder. His breaths come harder too, matching the intense frequency of my own.

As our mouths touch, I sigh against his lips before they crash against mine.

There’s nothing else in this universe. Nothing except for him, his intoxicating scent, his addictive taste, and the wet sounds of our mating. His hips move faster, making my entire body jerk with each thrust, and when the heat of his sac hits that space just underneath my core, I know I’m done.

I mumble unto his lips but Zynar’s kiss is scorching. I’m about to climax but there’s no warning of the intensity. I scream into his mouth, fingers digging into his scales as my entire body erupts with pleasure so intense it feels like there’s a tidal wave that rolls through me.

“Zynar, I…oh sweet mercy!” Tears swell and run down my face at the same time that I feel him reach his own climax. He shunts forward, impaling me some more as I stretch to accommodate that wide section of his base. There, I can feel the powerful jerks going through his entire shaft as he releases deep inside me.

I’m crying and I don’t know why.

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