Page 21 of Stardust Paws and Alien Claws

Doanor chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. “Can’t a man simply enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without an ulterior motive?”

I rolled my eyes, even as a flush crept up my cheeks at his words. “Somehow, I doubt that’s the case with you, Captain Ostrail.”

His arms tightened around me, and I could feel the hard planes of his body pressing against me in a deliciously distracting way. “Perhaps you’re right,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Maybe I just wanted to see you again, to make sure last night wasn’t a dream.”

A shiver ran through me at the memory of our passionate encounter, the way his hands had roamed my body, the feel of his thick cock stretching me to my limits. I bit my lip, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

“And what if it was just a dream?” I challenged, turning my head to meet his intense gaze. “What then?”

Doanor’s eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and something deeper, something that made my breath catch in my throat. “Then I suppose we’ll have to make it a reality,” he growled, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place as he claimed my lips in a searing kiss.

I melted against him, my body responding instinctively to his touch, craving the heat and passion he ignited within me. Our tongues danced together in a familiar rhythm, stoking the flames of our desire until I was breathless and aching for more.

I blushed furiously as the Lazamai around us seemed to react to Doanor’s kiss, their soft chirps and whistles growing more insistent. Some even started mimicking the sounds of our heated embrace - little gasps and sighs that only deepened my embarrassment.

Doanor pulled back, a teasing glint in his eyes as he took in my flushed cheeks. “Looks like we’re putting on quite the show,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat as he trailed a calloused finger along my jawline. “Perhaps we should take this somewhere more...private,” he suggested, his gaze smoldering.

A shiver ran through me at the promise in his words. “L-Lead the way,” I managed to say, my voice breathy with anticipation.

Doanor’s lips curled in that cocky half-smile that never failed to set my pulse racing. He took my hand, lacing our fingers together as he guided me out of the enclosure and into the corridor beyond.

We walked in charged silence, the air crackling with unresolved tension. I couldn’t help stealing glances at the hard lines of his profile, the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt with every movement. He caught me staring more than once, his eyes darkening in a way that made my knees go weak.

Finally, he stopped in front of a nondescript door and palmed it open, ushering me inside what appeared to be a small storage room. It was cramped, boxes and crates lining the walls. Not exactly the romantic setting I might have imagined, but at this point, I couldn’t care less.

As soon as the door slid shut behind us, Doanor crowded me against the wall, his body a solid, scorching presence pinning me in place. “Now,” he growled, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Where were we?”

I shivered at the feel of his hot breath fanning across my skin. “I think you were about to ravish me senseless,” I teased breathlessly, emboldened by the fire blazing in his eyes.

A low, gravelly chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Is that so?” He leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from mine. “And what if I wanted to take things slow this time? Savor every moment, every taste...”

He punctuated his words with a teasing nip at my bottom lip, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me. “You’re a cruel man, Captain Ostrail,” I accused, my fingers tangling in the thick fabric of his shirt.

“Am I now?” He grinned wickedly, trailing a line of scorching kisses along my jaw, down the slender column of my throat. “Perhaps I should show you just how...gentle I can be.”

His teeth grazed the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and I gasped sharply, arching into him. “Doanor, please...”

“Please what, beautiful girl?” he purred against my skin, his hands roaming my body with maddening leisure. “Use your words.”

I groaned in frustration, tugging him closer until there wasn’t a breath of space between us. “Don’t play coy with me,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness. “You know exactly what I want.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my forwardness. “And what, pray tell, is that?”

Summoning every ounce of courage, I surged up on my tiptoes and captured his lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my longing, my need into the heated clash of our mouths. Doanor responded with equal fervor, a low, rumbling groan vibrating between us as his hands slid down to grip my hips, pulling me flush against the undeniable evidence of his arousal.

We broke apart, panting harshly, our gazes locked in a heated battle of wills. “You,” I breathed, my fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest. “I want you, Doanor. All of you.”

For a beat, he simply stared at me, eyes blazing with an intensity that stole my breath. Then, in one fluid motion, he hoisted me up, pinning me to the wall as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed deliciously against my core, and I couldn’t help but rock my hips against him, chasing that delicious friction.

“As you wish,” he rasped, capturing my lips in another soul-searing kiss. His hands were everywhere, setting my skin ablaze, stoking the fire raging between us until I was a whimpering, incoherent mess in his arms.

With deft motions, he began to undress me, each new inch of exposed skin receiving the reverent worship of his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I keened softly, my fingers tangling in his hair, silently urging him on as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

By the time he had divested me of my clothes, I was trembling with need, desire a living thing coiling hot and insistent in my belly. “Doanor...” I begged, raking my nails down the hard planes of his back. “Please, I need...”

“I know what you need,” he rasped against the swell of my breast, his tongue swirling around the peaked tip in a way that had me arching shamelessly into his touch. “And I’ll give it to you, beautiful girl. But first...”

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