Page 72 of Alien Protector's Mate

She whimpered in response, surrendering to him immediately. Her hands slid through the silken strands of her hair as he plundered her mouth. The raw urgency and desperation in his touch sparked the same in her. His lips moved against hers with an almost feral hunger, a raw, primal need that sent a wave of heat coursing through her body.

She met his demand with her own, their kiss making her breathless and aching for more as he let her go, sliding her down his body until her feet just touched the floor… but not quite. He held her against him, stretched out so there was no gap between them. She felt every carved plane of muscle, and the thick, hard bar of his cock trapped between them sent a throb of need pulsing through her core.

Memories of the night before rolled through her mind, and she challenged him gently for dominance of the kiss. He growled a warning low in the back of his throat, walking her backward to the bed.

“Dangerous games, little mouse,” he warned in a voice that made her shiver. “Are you sure you want to play them with me?”

She nodded, her eyes wide as she looked up at him, her arms still around his neck.

With a groan that sounded like it was torn from the depths of his being, he bent his head and kissed her again.

“Gods, I have to have you,” he growled. “I swore to myself I would take this slowly. You’re still new at this, but… I can’t wait. I have to have you.”

“Yes… please,” she begged, his words sending a jolt of heat that arrowed through her body straight to her core. Her clit ached, and she pressed her thighs together. His nostrils flared as he registered her movement, pressing a big hand against the back of her hips to hold her in place.

“Is my mate in need?” he asked against her lips, and she nodded, biting back the small moan as he teased her with his lips again but didn’t kiss her.

Without a word, he bent down, holding her gaze as he reached for the hem of her dress. She caught her breath, hardly daring to breathe as he lifted it up and over her head, leaving her clad in just her tiny panties. Pausing for a moment, he swept a heated gaze over her, his jaw clenching as he took in her nearly naked form.

He dropped the dress behind him and surged forward, sliding a hard arm around her waist to haul her against him. She shivered at the feel of the leather against her bare skin and then nearly yelped as he slid his hand between her legs, cupping her boldly.

“You’re mine,kelarris.”His voice was as hard, possessive… and the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. “And this is mine. No other male will ever touch you, will ever know you.”

She smoothed her hands over his broad shoulders. “And I don’t want them to… I’m yours, S’aad. I always will be,”

A triumphant growl rumbled in his chest, and he captured her mouth in another searing kiss. This time, there was nogentleness, no tentative exploration. It was a kiss of pure, unadulterated desire, a claim that left no doubt about what he was going to do to her next. His fingertips found the edge of her panties and slid beneath. She gasped into his mouth as he parted her pussy lips and found her clit, stroking it with clever fingers.

He pulled back, his expression hard and voracious. He watched her face as he touched her, and she saw the raw hunger in his gaze.

“Give me your pleasure,” he demanded as he stroked her. “I want to see it, hear it, as you come all over my fingers.”

She bit her lip, an ache setting up between her thighs that she knew only he could ease. He was going to be the death of her. Heat built on her cheeks as he teased the entrance to her body with his fingertip and then eased inside.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he slid one finger deep, followed by a second. Turning his hand, he rubbed her clit with his thumb as he lazily pumped his fingers in her slick channel. “That… it fe…”

She couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t even frame a thought as he set about driving her out of her mind. The sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her filled the room in an erotic symphony punctuated by her soft gasps and moans.

“No,” he told her in a firm voice when she let her head drop forward to rest against his broad shoulder, sliding his hand into her hair and pulling her head back. “I want to see you. I want to watch you.”

Held in place, she was forced to meet his darkened eyes. She couldn’t look away. The pleasure built until her breathing came in short, needy pants and her hands mangled his jacket.

“Oh god, S’aad!” she cried out as the tight knot deep inside shattered. She sagged against him, cradled in his strong arms as pleasure washed over her, her hips snapping against his hand ashe continued to stroke her. Stretching out her release until she was limp and pliant in his hold.

“That was beautiful,” he rumbled, kissing her forehead as he gently laid her on the bed. “Youare beautiful.”

She just blinked up at him as he stepped back. With practiced movements, he stripped off his clothing, revealing the hard, chiseled lines of his body. The sight of him, powerful and naked, took her breath away.

He reached for her again as he joined her on the bed, big hands tracing her curves as he pulled her up against him. The roughness of his fingers against her skin made her shiver, her skin on fire and every nerve ending alight with his touch. His mouth found hers again, his kiss fierce and possessive, claiming her with an intensity that left her aching with need.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her body as if it were sacred ground. She arched against him, her body aching for more, desperate for the release that she knew only he could provide. He traced a fingertip over the line of her collarbone and then dipped lower, cupping her breast. A moan escaped her as his thumb brushed against her nipple.

Then his mouth replaced his hand, his lips closing around her nipple before he suckled with a voracious hunger. She arched into him, offering more of herself as her fingers tangled in his hair. She held him close as he feasted on her breasts—first one and then the other. The sensation of his mouth on her, the heat of his tongue, and the gentle scrape of his teeth all conspired to drive her out of her mind with need.

His hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her waist, her hips, her thighs. The heat built inside her again, tension tight in her core. His fingers stroked between her legs again, and she flinched away, the flesh there too sensitive. But he stroked again and she moaned. It felt good, so good.

The pad of his thumb circled her clit, a maddeningly light touch that had her hips bucking against his hand. He chuckled against her breast, the sound muffled and vibrated, relentlessly continuing his sensual torment of her.

“S’aad,” she gasped, as each touch, each caress added to her need. “Please…”

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