Page 117 of The Alien's Vicious Starflash Manor

Almost as soon as I hit the ground, I take his shoulders in my hands and spin him around, then push him back until he’s leaning against the wall. He chuckles low in his throat, and I give an answering grin, biting my bottom lip as I turn my attention to his clothing.

Fumbling more than I want to, I rush to unbutton his upper garments, and shove first his jacket and then his shirt from his shoulders, leaving his chest bare down past the hard planes of his stomach. Making a strangled noise of my own, I stand on my tiptoes to press my mouth to his neck, placing my hands on his chest and sliding them down to his waistband.

I smile against his skin when he shivers as I run my fingers along the edge of the fabric. Then I slip one hand down to cup him, hot and hard, and a pained noise escapes him. It takes me a moment, but eventually I figure out the button closure on his old-fashioned clothing and push his breeches down around his hips.

His cock stands straight, and I slow down, taking in the sight of him—of the thick length, those alien ridges that were so easy to flick my tongue across. That I can imagine sliding into me even now.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper.

Carefully, gently, I caress him, slipping my finger across the tip, circling as he moans. His cock jumps and swells, and I look up, watching his face as I stroke him, enjoying the expression of mixed pain and pleasure my touch elicits.

“Lara,” he rasps out, his voice hoarse, almost pleading.

I flutter my fingertips along the length of him, then pause. “Yes, Ivrael?”

I savor the taste of his name on my tongue, using it deliberately, provocatively.

He shudders and shakes his head. “Nothing. Just… don’t stop.”

With a grin, I drop to my knees and lean forward, licking him gently once. His breath catches in his chest as I take him into my mouth, sliding down on him until I reach my limit, then sliding back out, making tiny noises of pleasure as I do.

I slide him in and out of my mouth several times, then flick my tongue against the underside of his cock, following the same path my fingers took moments before. He hardens even more, his breath hitching in his chest.

The next time I pull up and away, I swirl my tongue around the head before sliding down on him, taking him even deeper.

Ivrael hisses, “Oh, fuck,” his cock jerking in my mouth as the rest of him goes totally still. I smile around him, and when I glance up and meet his gaze, he groans. I realize he’s been holding his breath, his arms outstretched, palms flat against the wall. He groans out my name again, then reaches down and pulls me back to my feet, dragging me to standing.

I press myself forward as I rise so that the length of him is dragged along the fabric of my dress between my breasts.

Ivrael wraps his arms around me, pressing kisses to my neck.

“You are killing me,” he says. “This is a bad idea.”

“I don’t care.” I slip my hand down between his legs, caressing his cock, feeling the satin-over-steel texture of his skin.

“You will eventually care.” He carefully unties my bodice, pushes it off my shoulders, and sucks first one nipple into his mouth, and then the other.

His touch has left me wet, aching, determined to take this chance to be with him. “I won’t. And even if you’re right…I can’t stand this any longer. I want to feel you inside me. I want you.”

His gaze bores into me, as if begging me for more words.

So I give them to him. “Fuck me, Ivrael. Please.”

Cursing, he tugs my dress off of me, dropping it to pool on the snow and ice, then finishes undressing himself. But his touch against my skin is gentle, almost reverent, as he pulls me into his arms and kisses me again.

His entire body burns with an inner heat like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He takes my hands in his and begins to lift them over my head—but then he pauses, regarding the blue ribbons around my wrists.

An angry expression flits across his face, and he mutters a single word in that language I don’t understand.

Without warning, the ribbons fall away.

“I’m sorry I did that,” he murmurs against my neck. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving me.”

I blink at my wrists, not sure what to say to Ivrael.

Izzy and I can leave now. If not for our plan to approach a firelord, we wouldn’t even have to go to the Ice Court. We could flee together. Tonight.

But I’m beginning to realize that maybe I don’t want to leave at all.

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