Page 28 of Bound to the Bounty Hunter

I dragged my nails lightly down his abdomen, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my touch. When I reached the fastening of his envirosuit, I paused, looking up at him through my lashes.

“May I?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

Arkon’s red eyes blazed with hunger. He nodded once, a sharp jerk of his head that betrayed his impatience. I smiled, reveling in the knowledge that I could affect him this way.

Slowly, deliberately, I unfastened the lower portion of his suit. Arkon lifted his hips, allowing me to slide the materialdown just far enough to free him. I inhaled sharply at the sight of him, larger than I had imagined and uniquely alien in its beauty.

I wrapped my hand around him, marveling at the contrast between my warm brown skin and his cooler gray. Arkon hissed, his head falling back against the cave wall.

“You’re exquisite,” I murmured, stroking him with feather-light touches. The soft flanges along his length were unlike anything I had encountered before, their texture fascinating.

Arkon’s hands tightened on my hips, his claws pricking my skin. The slight pain only heightened my arousal, reminding me of the predator I was dealing with.

“Samira,” he choked out. “If you keep that up, this will be over far too quickly.”

I grinned, feeling powerful and desirable in a way I never had before. “We can’t have that, can we?”

Arkon’s control finally snapped. His hands, which had been roaming over my bare skin, suddenly pinned my hands behind my back, one of his strong arms encircling my torso. I felt the force of his body pressing against me, his muscles coiled and ready. The change was sudden and intense, almost like a predator’s instinct taking over.

I let out a soft gasp as his lips found my breasts, his kisses soft and gentle, a stark contrast to his growing impatience. One of his hands traveled down, between my legs, his thick fingers caressing me with an expert touch. I shuddered, my body responding instinctively to his skilled manipulation.

His fingers found their way inside me, one at first, then a second, and finally a third, stretching me, preparing me for his possession. With each slow, deliberate thrust, I felt myself getting closer to the edge, my breath coming in rapid, short gasps.

“You’re so wet, Samira,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “So ready for me.” His fingers worked their magic,bringing me to the brink, only to pull back, leaving me begging for more.

“Arkon, please,” I begged, my voice hoarse, my body pleading for release. “I can’t take much more.”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into mine. “You don’t have a choice, little human,” he purred, his fingers resuming their relentless pace. “I won’t let you come yet.”

I felt his other hand move to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. The pressure built, an intense, coiling sensation deep within me. I clenched my eyes shut, my body trembling as I fought to hold on to my control.

“You’re so tight, so responsive,” he said, his words sending shivers down my spine. “I could take you here, now, in this dark, crystalline cave, and you would surrender everything to me.”

His fingers worked faster, deeper, each thrust sending ecstasy through my body. I arched my back, my breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hardening from the friction. The contrast of his cool, gray skin against my warm brown was both comforting and erotic.

“Arkon,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “I can’t... I’m... I can’t hold on much longer.”

He smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Then don’t, little human. Surrender to me. Let me have you.”

And with that, his fingers stilled, and a powerful wave of release washed over me. I cried out, my body shuddering, the orgasm crashing over me in waves of sheer, blinding pleasure.

As the last tremors of my climax subsided, I became aware of Arkon’s gentle touch, his fingers exploring the wetness between my legs. I felt him lick his fingers, a soft, wet sound that made my skin prickle with goosebumps.

“Delicious,” he murmured, his voice deep and satisfying. “Every part of you is sweet, Samira.”

ARKON

Igently dressed Samira, my fingers trailing over her soft skin as I pulled on her clothes. The fabric clung to her curves, highlighting the beauty I’d just explored. My own body still thrummed with unanswered desire, but I pushed it aside. Her needs came first.

I drew her into my arms again, cradling her against my chest. She fit perfectly, as if made to nestle there. Her warmth seeped into me, easing an ache I hadn’t known existed.

Samira shifted, looking up at me with a frown. “You didn’t...”

I knew what she meant. A smirk tugged at my lips. “I didn’t need to.”

Her brow furrowed. “But that’s not fair. I want you to feel good too.”

I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. “Samira, watching you fall apart was the greatest pleasure I could imagine. Nothing compares to seeing you shatter in my arms.”

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