Page 47 of Alien Prince's Fated Mate

His words were a promise, a vow of endless exploration and discovery. I wanted that - wanted him, with an intensity that left me breathless.

As he worked his way down my body, his hands skimming over my ribs, my hips, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, I felt a moment of vulnerability. I had been a vessel, a tool, for so long. But Tharon’s touch wasn’t clinical or controlling; it was worshipful, adoring. Every kiss, every caress, was a testament to his desire for me, not just as a mate, but as a woman.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my pants, his gaze locked on mine as he slowly began to pull them down. I lifted my hips to help him, my heart hammering. When I was completely bared to him, he paused, just looking at me with an intensity that took my breath away.

“You are a vision, my Niam,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Strong, beautiful, brave.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his mouth trailing a path of fire up the inside of my thigh. My body tensed in anticipation, every nerve ending alight with the need for his touch. When his tongue finally made contact with my core, I nearly came off the furs.

He explored me with a thoroughness that bordered on reverence, his tongue dipping inside me before tracing lazy circles around my clit. The sensations were overwhelming, each lap of his tongue sending me higher and higher. I could feel thepressure building, an intense coiling of pleasure that threatened to shatter me.

And then he slipped a finger inside me, the intrusion both a surprise and a relief, filling an emptiness I hadn’t realized was there. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation, before adding another finger. The stretch was exquisite, the friction of his fingers coupled with the relentless attention of his mouth driving me towards the edge.

The dual sensations were almost too much, my body still sensitive from my recent release. But he was relentless, his fingers curling inside me in a way that made stars dance behind my closed eyelids. His tongue flicked against my clit with precise, maddening strokes, pushing me towards another peak I wasn’t sure I could handle.

“Tharon, I can’t,” I protested weakly, but he just growled in response, the vibration against my sensitive flesh almost too much to bear.

“You can, and you will,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Let go, Niam. Trust me to catch you.”

THARON

My heart thundered as Niam writhed beneath me, her moans music to my ears. I dragged my tongue across her sensitive flesh, reveling in the sounds she made. Her taste, her scent, flooded my senses, making the beast purr with satisfaction.

“That’s it, let go,” I murmured against her thigh. “Let me show you what pleasure should feel like.”

Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling deliciously at my scalp. The pain mixed with pleasure, driving my need higher. This woman, my mate, deserved nothing but bliss. Each cry that fell from her lips urged me on.

Like an artist with his masterpiece, I worked her body with careful precision. My fingers curled inside her, seeking the spot that made her buck against my mouth. When I found it, her whole body jerked.

“Please, Tharon,” she begged, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.

I growled my approval, flicking my tongue faster as my fingers moved in time. She clenched around me, coming apart with a strangled cry. I eased her through it, drinking in every drop of her pleasure until her body went limp.

Pride surged through me. My mate taking her pleasure from me. I moved up her body, gathering her into my arms. Her breath came in short pants, her skin flushed and damp with sweat.

But even as I held her, she wriggled against me. Her small hand snaked between us, fingers wrapping around my cock. The unexpected touch made me hiss through my teeth.

“Stop,” I warned, catching her wrist. “You don’t have to-”

“You told me I could command you.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “And I want more.”

The beast roared its approval, but I stayed gentle as I lifted her hand to my lips. “Are you certain?”

“Show me everything.” She pressed closer, nipping at my jaw. “Make me yours completely.”

Those words broke the last of my restraint. I sat up, pulling away just long enough to strip off my remaining clothes. Her hungry gaze tracked my movements, lingering on my cock. Was it strange to her? But she didn’t look away.

“Come here.” I settled back against the furs, pulling her into my lap. Her legs straddled my thighs, putting us face to face. Perfect. I wanted to watch every expression cross her face.

My hands spanned her waist, so small compared to my bulk. My mate. Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure.

“Lower yourself onto me,” I instructed, helping guide her hips. “Slowly. Don’t hurt yourself.”

She nodded, determination written across her features. I pressed the bulbed head of my cock against her entrance, letting her control the pace. The wet heat of her made me want to thrust up, to claim her fully, but I held still.

A small frown creased her brow as she sank down, taking me inch by careful inch. Her body stretched around me, so tight it bordered on pain. But the vision of her face - eyes closed, lips parted - made it worth every moment of restraint.

“That’s it,” I praised, stroking her sides. “Take what you need.”

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