Page 36 of Alien Prince

Her cries fill the room, each one spurring me on as I lick and suck, my tongue delving deep into her wetness and exploring every inch. Her hands clutch at the sheets, her back arching offthe bed as she surrenders completely to the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

She moans, her voice dripping with desire. “Don't stop, please don't stop.”

I feel her body trembling, the muscles in her legs quivering as she teeters on the edge of release.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she pants, her words raw and breathless. “Your tongue feels amazing inside me. More. I need more.”

When she finally comes, her screams echo through the chamber, a symphony of raw ecstasy that leaves me breathless.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she cries out, her voice hoarse and desperate. But it's not enough. Her eyes, glazed with lust, lock onto mine. “Please,” she begs, “I need your cock. I need it so bad. Fill me up, make me yours.”

I see the desperate hunger in her gaze, the need undeniable. “Fuck me,” she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation.

As I enter her, a surge of electricity courses through my veins, making my entire body tingle with an overwhelming intensity. It's the first time I'm doing this with my own body, and the sensation is almost too much to bear. Her warmth envelops me, and I feel her body clenching around me, drawing me in deeper.

“God, you're so tight,” I murmur against her ear, my voice husky with desire. “I could stay inside you forever.”

Her breath hitches, and she digs her nails into my back, her voice a sultry whisper. “Don't stop. I need you so badly.”

We move together in a frenzy of passion, our bodies crashing together like waves against the shore. The room is filled with the sounds of our moans and the rhythmic slap of our bodies colliding. Each thrust drives us closer to the edge, and I can feel the bond between us growing stronger with every movement.

“Fuck, Kyron,” she pants, her hips meeting mine with each thrust. “You're mine. Only mine.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, and in that moment, everything else fades away. It's just us, together, in a world that has tried to tear us apart. Her gaze is filled with a mixture of lust and love, a reflection of the emotions swirling within me. I lean down and capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my feelings into the act.

“I need you,” I whisper against her lips. “I need you more than anything.”

“Then take me,” she replies breathlessly. “Make me yours completely.”

I increase my pace, each thrust more powerful than the last. Her moans grow louder, and I can feel her body trembling beneath me. The intensity of our connection is almost overwhelming, but I don't want it to end. I want to stay in this moment forever.

“You're so fucking perfect,” I groan, my voice thick with emotion. “I can't get enough of you.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her. “Harder,” she demands. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

We reach our peak together, our bodies shuddering with the force of our release. The intensity of the moment leaves us both breathless, our hearts pounding in unison. As we collapse onto the bed, our bodies entwined, a sense of peace washes over me as I wrap her in my arms and hold my mate in a tight embrace.

After the second round of fucking—because that's what this is, not the slow, soft, and emotional lovemaking I yearn for with my mate, but the desperate, frantic coupling of two souls afraid of when they'll be together again—she lies on her stomach, her head resting on my chest, watching the stars that shimmer beneath my skin. By now, I'm certain she's traced each and every one with her tongue.

The room is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by our ragged breaths. Her fingers tremble as they draw idle patternson my flesh, but there's an unspoken terror in her touch, a fear that this might be our last chance to hold each other. The weight of our uncertain future hangs over us like a dark cloud, casting long shadows on our fleeting moments of intimacy.

My heart aches with the realization that every second we have together is borrowed time. The dread gnaws at the edges of my mind, making each touch, each kiss, feel like a desperate attempt to imprint our love onto one another, to hold onto something real in a world that constantly threatens to tear us apart.

As she nestles closer, her breath warm against my skin, I feel the unspoken words lingering between us. Words of fear, of longing, of a love that feels too fragile to last. And in this moment I hold her tighter, praying that somehow time will grant us the mercy of one more night.

“You're mine,” I murmur, tracing my fingers along her spine. “And I'm yours.”

“Always,” she whispers back, her voice full of unwavering certainty.

We lie there, tangled in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our intense union. Our bodies may be spent, but our bond is stronger than ever, and I know that we belong to each other in every way that matters.

The door creaks open and Raif's voice breaks the silence. “It's time.”

I nod, squeezing Gemma's hand one last time. We rise, slowly taking our time dressing, and as she’s tugging on the tight grey shirt over her body, I snatch her into my arms and kiss her. Mine.

She laughs and kisses me back.

Mine, she thinks and together we step out into the corridor hand in hand.

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