Page 46 of An Alien for the Future

His throat moves, his claws still kneading the flesh at my hips as his gaze slides over my form. He takes everything in, every part of me, every imperfection, every bit I’d normally try to hide, and the look in his eyes doesn’t change.

His gaze roams my body with an intensity that makes me feel simultaneously exposed and cherished. But when his eyes meet mine again, there’s a vulnerability there that catches me off guard. I don’t know how I see it, staring into eyes so yellow even the dark hole of his pupil seems non-existent. Maybe it’s the way he’s paused, contemplating, kneading my hips as he drinks me in.

Maybe it’s that hesitation that makes me realize something.

Despite my openness, my bare skin before him, Tovan isn’t rushing to take advantage. His touch is reverent, almost worshipful, but restrained. There’s a question in his eyes, a silent request for permission that speaks volumes about who he is as a male.

This is the male that declared I’m hiskahl. The male I thought wanted me—not because he thought he met someone who he could truly see a future with, but someone who he thought was vulnerable enough to fall into his trap.

I’m struck by the realization that this isn’t just about physical desire for him. The way he looks at me, it’s as if he’s trying to memorize every detail, every curve and line of my body. As if he truly wantsme.

“Donna,” he finally says. “I am at the precipice of control. I do not want to hurt you. Your trust is more important than this.”

This is it. The moment of truth. One last chance for me to turn back. But as I look up at Tovan, feeling the weight of claws clutching me as if I belong to him, the depth of emotion in his eyes, I know there’s only one answer I can give.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m sure.”

Tovan releases such a deep groan that I swear the air vibrates.

His gaze drops to the center of my thighs, and for the first time since we collapsed outside in the wind, his pupils shift, suddenly growing larger. The soft patch of curls between my legs does nothing to hide what’s there. And now he can see it. My most sensitive place.

Tovan parts my legs, his touch reverent, almost hesitant, as if I’m a delicate flower he’s afraid to bruise, but despite his gentleness, I’m suddenly hit with the fact this is probably the first human female anatomy he’s ever seen.

“You are…” He trails off, his voice an even huskier whisper. “You are… extraordinary.”

The heat that flares in my cheeks is almost visible against the richness of my skin. Because I thought he was looking at me like a man obsessed before? Now he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful, the most fascinating creature he’s ever laid eyes on. In that moment, as his fingers trace a slow, lingering path along my inner thigh, sending shivers of delight dancing across my skin, I know I’ve made the right decision.

Tovan utters another harsh growl. When he suddenly dips, bracing low over me, it puts him face-to-face with my folds. Before I can even grunt in surprise, his head lowers and my thoughts disengage from my mind.

Tovan drags the flat, broad surface of his tongue over my entirety, another growl going through him as he barely takes a breath before diving for more again. My toes curl, my head throwing back, my fingers digging into my sheets as I take in adeep breath. Tovan grips my hip with one claw, the other forcing my legs open and he groans into my pussy before taking another taste.

He’s eating me like a starved man.

His long tongue delves between my folds, lapping while making a map of every single inch of me.

“Exquisite,” he rumbles, as his nose presses hard into my clit, that tongue of his seeking out my folds until it slips inside me. “The sweetest gift…”

I jerk at the sudden invasion, seeing stars.

The desperate sounds that spill from my lips only urge him further, coaxing my thighs to fall impossibly wider as he thrusts his tongue deep. The room is suddenly filled with the wet, slurping sounds of his mouth on my flesh, punctuated by my moans and gasps. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—and yet, for the first time, I don’t feel the need to launch a defense. I don’t feel the need to find some strength within me to protect myself.

Tovan groans, curling his tongue as he pulls it from within me only to run it through my folds once more. When it hits my clit, I jerk again, pleasure disguised as a sob leaving my lips as he pauses. He does it again and again, eyes flicking up to watch my face contort and my body jerk. And then I see the pleased glint in his eyes. He laps at my clit now, flicking it gently with the tip of his tongue before sucking softly. The sensation is pure bliss, sending electrifying jolts straight to my core. I arch my back, my hands gripping the sheets so tightly that they might tear. I can’t help but moan his name. I call it out as if I’ve screamed it before in moments just like this.

Tovan’s response is instantaneous. He growls, the vibration of it echoing against my core. He presses a little harder, shifting a claw to my clit as his tongue penetrates me more deeply now,the movements slow and deliberate. It’s as if he’s drawing out every last drop of pleasure, every ounce of sensation.

I’m close, so close to the edge.

“I’m going to—” Oh God, I’m really going to. It’s been so long, it almost feels too powerful. As if this orgasm is going to ruin me forever.

With one final thrust of his tongue, Tovan sends me over. My convulsions grip his tongue, my body shuddering as I cry out his name again. The orgasm is powerful, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. I’ve never experienced anything like this. Yes, I’ve had sex before. Yes, I’ve orgasmed. But never, never like this.

“You taste like the sweetest nectar,” Tovan rumbles, but I can’t see him. Either my eyes are closed or I’ve gone blind. All I can hear is the wind raging outside. All I can feel is the warmth still rushing through my core, weakening every fiber in my body as my whole frame jerks with the aftershocks. “I will never tire of this feast.”

I’m still trembling, when I’m finally able to open my eyes again. Tovan is still bent over me, his lips glistening with evidence of what just happened. He slides his tongue out to take another lick of me and I groan, sensitive.

When his gaze finally meets mine, another shudder goes through me.

That focus of his doesn’t waver as he licks his lips clean, his golden eyes sweeping over me in another slow, reverent appraisal. His chest swells with every heavy breath—he looks like he’s holding himself back, like he could lose control at any second. But still, he makes no move to climb over me, to claim what I’m now almost desperate to offer.

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