Page 71 of An Alien for the Future

His growl is one of satisfaction now, as his tongue slows, drawing out the last shudders of pleasure until I’m left panting and boneless beneath him.

But he doesn’t stop there. With one fluid motion, he’s up, turning me onto my back once more. When my heavy-lidded eyes meet his, I can hardly see his pupils. So narrow, I know he’s at the edge of his own control but that he’s still somewhere in there, holding back, trying to make this good for me.

As I look at this male who saw me and immediately knew I was his, my eyes tear up. This…this is exactly what I’ve always wanted. To be seen. To be wanted. To be claimed. This isn’t just passion or desire—it’s a recognition, a claiming of souls that goes beyond the physical.

This isn’t just another relationship. This isn’t just another attempt at love that will fizzle out or end in heartbreak. This is different. This is real. This is forever.

I’m looking at my future.

But he’s holding back. Fighting the intensity of his need because he doesn’t want to hurt me. I see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his claws tremble against my thighs, the way he keeps whispering my name under his breath like it’s a plea, a prayer.

I don’t want gentle.

I wanthim.

With a confidence I’ve never felt quite like this before, I reach up and grab my breasts, teasing the nipples as my lashes dip, a soft moan escaping my lips. I shift my hips, tightening my thighs to urge him closer as I knead my breasts before sliding one hand down my belly toward my center. I’m so wet down there, my fingers come back glistening.

Tovan’s response is immediate, a groan escaping his lips as he cages me in with his arms. As I lift my hand, he catches it with his lips, tongue swiping out across my glistening fingers.

“Tovan…” I pant. I shift my hips again, grinding against him, feeling the hard length of his arousal pressing against my core. I need him.

“Donna,” he rasps. His voice is barely understandable, merely a rumbling growl. “I…don’t want to hurt you—”

“You won’t,” I whisper, reaching down to release his trousers. The moment his cock bobs out and my fingers close around it, my eyes roll back in my head just imagining how good he will feel. “I want you, Tovan. You can lose control. I want all of you.”

I give him a stroke and feel him shudder, his control shattering, his growl a primal echo of my own desire, and I know I’ve won.

He’s mine now.

His claws slide underneath me, cupping my shoulders, lifting me slightly as he positions himself at my entrance. His lengthpresses against me, hot and hard, as his body jerks with his last restraint.

“Lira’an,” he rasps. “I will claim you now. Completely. Irreversibly.”

“I’m all yours.”

With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself deep inside me. I cry out, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of it. He fills me completely, stretching me, branding me from the inside.

Pulling back, he sheathes himself deep inside me again. This isn’t gentle. Tovan’s hips pull back to snap forward again as he buries himself in me over and over, and I become lost to the rhythm.

The room spins, the walls blurring as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. And as I shatter, falling apart, coming undone beneath the force of his lovemaking, I know, with a certainty that transcends language, that I am his.

We become lostto the wave of insanity. Time passes. Days? I’m not sure. I wake with Tovan’s cock buried deep inside me and I’m pretty sure I fall asleep on his knot, too.

In moments where there’s clarity, I feel food and drink being offered to me. Tovan places a piece of sweet fruit to my lips, pressing it gently against my mouth. I part my lips, taking the fruit into my mouth, savoring the burst of sweetness. He feeds me slowly, patiently even as his entire body trembles, those eyes never leaving mine as a soft growl of contentment rumbles in his chest. I reach up, my hand brushing against his scales, feeling their warmth, their life, as he allows me a moment of respite.

Water follows, cool and refreshing, poured gently into my mouth. Some of it sloshes with his fevered tremors. But he fights back anyway, granting me a moment of calm within the storm.

But that calm is fleeting. As soon as the basic needs are met, the urge takes over once more. Tovan’s eyes darken, the gold turning to molten fire, and I can feel the heat between us building again. His scent envelops me, becoming a drug that I can’t resist, can’t deny.

He takes me again and again, each time with a ferocity that leaves me breathless, my body a canvas for his passion, my soul imprinted with his mark. His knot becomes a familiar ache, a constant reminder of his possession, of our destinies entwined and when he sinks his fangs into my neck, sheathing himself completely in my slit as streams of spend fill me, I know I am lost.

Tovan touches me, explores me, and worships me with an intensity that brings actual tears to my eyes. And I respond with an abandon I never thought possible.

As the days blur, the world outside fades away, and this little room becomes our universe, a sanctuary filled with the scent of him, the taste of him, the sound of his grunts, his groans, his whispered words of love in a language I’m slowly beginning to understand.

And within that universe, within the safe haven of his arms, I find a peace I’ve never known before. A belonging that transcends language, culture, even species.

I find the one thing I’ve always truly been searching for.

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