Page 19 of Stardust Paws and Alien Claws

The moment our lips met, it was like a dam bursting, every ounce of pent-up longing and desire surging forth in a dizzying rush. Cassidy melted against me with a whimper, her hands fisting in the fabric of my shirt as she returned the kiss with fevered intensity.

My arms slid around her waist, pulling her flush against me as I deepened the kiss, savoring the sweet taste of her, the warmth of her body pressed to mine. She made a soft sound of pleasure against my lips, sending a jolt of pure need searing through me.

When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Cassidy stared up at me with eyes dark with longing. “I...I didn’t think this was possible,” she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder. “I tried so hard to fight it, but...”

“Shh.” I pressed a finger to her lips, tenderly tracing their swollen curve. “No more fighting, little one. Not anymore.”

She nodded wordlessly, her eyes shining with a radiant happiness that sent warmth blooming in my chest. As I gathered her into my embrace once more, I knew in that moment that I would never let her go, would never again deny the depth of what I felt for this remarkable, infuriatingly stubborn woman.

She was mine, as surely as I was hers. And this...this was only the beginning.

CASSIDY

The world blurred around me as Doanor swept me off my feet, cradling me against his broad chest. His arms, strong and secure, held me as if I weighed no more than a feather. A flush crept up my cheeks, not just from the sheer romance of the gesture, but from the heat of his body seeping through our clothes.

“Doanor,” I breathed, my voice a whisper lost in the hum of the Koloss.

His response was a kiss, deep and claiming, as he carried me through the ship. The corridors passed in a haze, my focus narrowing to the feel of his lips on mine, the gentle yet insistent pressure that left me dizzy with desire.

We reached our quarters, the door sliding open to reveal the opulence within. He set me down gently, our bodies still pressed together, the warmth of his hands sliding up my arms to cradle my face. His thumbs caressed my cheeks, and I found myself leaning into his touch, eager for more.

With deliberate slowness, Doanor began to undress me, his fingers deftly unfastening the practical closures of my work attire. Each piece of clothing that fell away felt like a shedding of layers, not just of fabric but of the cautious walls I’d built around myself.

Yet, as I stood before him in just my undergarments, a sudden shyness overtook me. I wrapped my arms around myself, a feeble attempt to protect my vulnerability. “I... I should probably clean up first,” I murmured, my eyes darting away from his intense gaze. “I’ve been working with the Lazamai all day.”

Doanor’s voice was a soft rumble in his chest. “Then let me help you,” he said, the promise in his eyes igniting a fire within me.

A gentle mist filled the air, steam rising in languid curls.

As he undressed, I couldn’t help but watch. My stomach did a somersault when he revealed his naked form, sculpted and powerful. And then, my eyes widened at the sight of his cock, an impressive appendage that was both intimidating and alluring. It was unlike anything I had seen before, ridged in places and smooth in others, with a tapered tip. The color was a deep, rich shade that seemed to pulse with life.

“Is everything... all right?” Doanor asked, a note of concern in his voice.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “It’s just... I’ve never seen anything like it.”

A low chuckle escaped him as he stepped into the shower, extending his hand to me. “I promise, you can see it anytime you like.”

Taking his hand, I allowed him to guide me under the warm spray. The water cascaded over us, a sensual caress that heightened my senses. Doanor reached for a bar of soap, working it into a lather between his hands before he began to wash me.

His touch was reverent as he traced the curves of my body, his fingers slipping over my skin with practiced ease. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of his hands gliding over my breasts, my stomach, the insides of my thighs. When he reached the apex of my legs, I couldn’t suppress a moan.

Doanor’s fingers teased and explored, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his shoulders as he brought me to the brink.

“Doanor, please,” I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for.

He silenced me with another kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth in a rhythm that matched the movement of his hand. I was on fire, every nerve ending alight with longing.

The water pulsed around us, accentuating our shared desire. Doanor’s cock, hard and insistent, pressed against my belly, a tantalizing reminder of what was to come.

I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his girth. He groaned at my touch, his hips bucking slightly. The ridges along his shaft were thrilling, and I couldn’t wait to feel them inside me.

I started to slowly stroke Doanor’s impressive length, marveling at the ridges and textures that were so different from a human man. His cock throbbed in my hand, the tapered tip glistening with arousal. A low, rumbling groan escaped his lips as I experimented with different techniques, wanting to learn what brought him the most pleasure.

“Cassidy...” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Maybe I want to get burned,” I whispered boldly, increasing the pace and pressure.

His large hand suddenly engulfed mine, stilling my movements. With a surprising tenderness, he guided my hand away and pulled me flush against his body. I could feel his heart pounding in his broad chest as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs straddling his powerful forearms.

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