Page 118 of The Alien's Vicious Starflash Manor

In the end, I don’t say anything. Instead, I pull Ivrael’s mouth to mine. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he lifts me again, pressing my back against the wall, where I don’t even feel the cold.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he presses his cock against me. I’ve never been more ready for anything, but he still takes his time, sliding into me one agonizingly slow inch at a time.

He holds my gaze the whole time, and I tilt my hips upward, ready to beg him to fill me. When he finally buries himself in me, he stops moving entirely. Holding me steady, he rests his forehead against mine.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers.

Then we begin moving together, our breath mingling as he thrusts into me, and I meet him with equal fervor. The length of him slides into my core, and I whimper with the exquisite agony of being so damn close to exploding again.

As I begin to make tiny noises in my throat, Ivrael takes my wrists and pins them above my head.

“Don’t let go,” he says. “Not yet.”

I fight my body’s desire to climax, and Ivrael slows the pace, leaving me aching with need and wanting him even more than before. Then, as soon as I have control again, he speeds up, his mouth slanting across mine in a kiss, his tongue playing in my mouth, teasing me, toying with me.

Playing me like an instrument.

He controls everything, and it’s perfect—the pacing, the power, the pure sensuality of joining together.

Then he slides his hands under my ass and turns us around, still connected until he’s the one pressed against the ice wall. He begins rocking his hips. I meet his thrusts, and this time he doesn’t stop me as I begin to whimper, burying my face in his neck.

“Look at me,” Ivrael whispers into my ear, his voice somehow both commanding and reassuring.

When I lift my head up from the crook of his neck, his gaze locks onto mine. “Trust me,” he says.

With one hand, he reaches down between our naked bodies, his thumb circling. A surge of pleasure runs through me and my back arches, pushing me closer to him.

“Let go,” he murmurs softly, his eyes locking on mine, urging me again to trust him—and I find myself wanting to give him all of me.

Wanting to trust him.

I rock back and forth. My breath hitches in my throat as the pressure builds within me. Ivrael’s hair falls over his forehead, but he never once breaks eye contact, his gaze almost daring me to lose myself in the moment.

“Now,” he says, command and permission, all rolled into one.

I let go of everything—my fears, my doubts, even my identity—and allow myself to become lost in the strength of his touch.

As my orgasm washes over me, I cling to Ivrael, my nails digging into his back. A cry escapes my lips as pleasure courses through my body. My inner walls clench tightly, as if my whole body wants to hold him close, and I bury my face in his neck, whimpering and gasping. It rolls over me in long waves, finally leaving me trembling and breathless.

Ivrael picks up the pace again, swelling larger and harder inside me, and those ridges of his begin rippling.

That’s new.And oh, so good.

“Oh, yes,” I hiss. “More.”

At my words, Ivrael arches into me a final time, his cock jerking inside me as he groans my name. He pulls me down tight against him and holds me there as he shudders, exploding inside me.

After a moment, his grip loosens, and he brushes my hair away from my face.

In the aftermath, my head swims with the warmth of his presence, and I wonder what the last year might have been like if we’d acted on our attraction to one another sooner.

When he sets my feet against the ground, I wonder if he will put his cold Icecaix mask back in place.

But he doesn’t.

“I believe we can save my world,” Ivrael says as he pulls me into his arms, pressing his lips to my forehead.

I shake my head, uncertain of the train of thought that led to the comment.

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