Page 58 of Aria's Desire

They joked that she was insatiable. For them, she was. Even if they were together for the next thousand years, which wasn’t unrealistic with cloned bodies, Aria knew she would never get enough of her mates.

Reaching up, she traced her fingers down the ridges on his forehead, over the narrow bridge of his nose, stopping on his full lips. She could feel what he was feeling already, but she wanted the stronger perception of his emotions that came with touching him.

Her eyes widened as his feelings roared through her. Adrenaline spiked as his arousal, desperation, and the dangerously tenuous hold he had on his control arrowed through her like a lightning bolt.

Holding his gaze, keeping a hand on him so she was constantly inundated with his need, Aria slid down on the mattress until she was lying beneath his still looming body.

Breaking eye contact, she glanced quickly at his groin. Her breath left her on a low moan at the sight of his cock. It was fully extended from its sheath, the frilled head twitching and pulsing in time with the beats of his hearts. Pre-cum dripped down his shaft in a river, like melted wax, and his large sac was swollen and tight to his body.

Meeting his gaze again, Aria pushed up on her elbows. She slowly drew the tip of her tongue over his lips then sank her teeth into the pillowy flesh of his lower lip. Goosebumps rose all over her body at his sharp inhale, the lights in his eyes going haywire.

Goddamn but she loved how she affected him.

It was intoxicating, heady, the knowledge that she, and only she, could fracture his composure. Only she could break through that facade of calm.

Kix was usually so patient, so disciplined. He had to be, both to control his ability, and to keep those dark urges of his in check. But with her, he didn’t need to be controlled, didn’t need to suppress those urges or keep them on a leash. Aria was his safe harbor, ready, willing, and impatient to weather any storm he could unleash.

Grinning wickedly, she rolled over and arched her back sinuously, spreading her legs and raising her ass for him. This would be fast and rough… and she couldn’t fucking wait.

The second she bumped his cock with her ass, the breath he’d been holding exploded out on a savage hiss. And then he was on her.

Kix pinned her with his weight, surrounding her with his bigger body, one hand gripping her hip tightly, the other braced on the bed in front of her face.

“Don’t. Move,” he growled in her ear.

With that warning, he caged her legs with his, lined them up, then slammed home. Aria choked on a cry, her fingers fisting the sheets, momentarily overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick cock impaling her.

Kix didn’t build up, didn’t tease her or ease either of them into it. He rode her hard, pounding in and out of her, hissing and snarling into her hair. His cirri, the thin, prehensile tentacles surrounding the base of his cock, encircled her clit, tapping and stroking, flicking and pulling on the swollen bundle of nerves.

Aria was drowning in pleasure, her own and Kix’s. She could feel what he felt, physically and emotionally. His love for her was like a blanket, surrounding her in warmth even as he fucked her roughly. His need set her alight, heightening her own. She could feel his thick cock hammering in and out of her but also the phantom sensation of her tightness gripping his shaft like a hot, wet vice.

She could hear the constant litany of his voice in her mind, whispering praise, snarling demands.

“Beautiful. Tight. Wet. Need her. Need to make her sing. Love her. My song. My treasure.”

Thiswas why his people called sex merging. It wasn’t just their bodies that came together. Her mind was his, and his hers. There were no barriers between them, no secrets.

She could feel that Kix was right on the edge, could feel the pleasure coiling at the base of his spine, felt the pressure build in his sac and the tingles that radiated outward until every nerve ending was sparking.

“Sing,aessa. Sing for me.Now,” he demanded roughly.

With a cry, she came, jerking and convulsing beneath him, biting the sheets to muffle her screams. He followed her over the edge with a low, hoarse groan.

Sinking his teeth into the muscle of her shoulder, he shoved deep and held there. His cock started vibrating, gradually at first then building until her entire lower body was buzzing, intensifying her orgasm until spots danced behind her lids and she couldn’t breathe through the pleasure. His cirri went wild on her clit as he pumped her full, emptying himself deep inside her.

Endless moments later, their climaxes tapered off. Their panting breaths mingled, their bodies twitching with aftershocks.

Twisting her head, Aria nuzzled him until he gave her his lips, kissing him slowly, lovingly. She was drunk on their shared endorphins and high on the emotions he flooded her with: love, tenderness, adoration, praise.

When they’d caught their breath, Kix pulled out of her, making both of them groan. With a grunt, he got off the bed then reached back to roll her over. Sliding his arms under her limp body, he lifted her to his chest, carrying her like a princess as he walked to the cleansing room.

Peering up at him, a smile playing on her lips, she murmured, “I can walk.”

He glanced down at her, snorted dismissively, and clipped, “No.”

Aria laughed softly, not at all surprised with his answer. She’d come to love Kix and Tirox’s propensity to pick her up and carry her around. It had taken some getting used to, but she understood, now, they didn’t do it because they saw her as small and helpless. They just liked holding her close.

Aria was used to being completely self-reliant. Maybe that unyielding independence was partly to blame for all her failed relationships back on Earth, but she was more inclined to believe those men just hadn’t been dependable, so she hadn’t tried.

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