Page 116 of The Alien's Vicious Starflash Manor

His kiss is ravenous, devouring, as if he’s trying to consume my very being. And I let him. I open to him, surrendering to the storm he unleashes within me.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, deeper into the kiss. His grip sends a thrill spiraling down to my toes, awakening a hunger that only he can satisfy. Ivrael’s other hand trails down my spine.

He slips his hand under my skirt. His touch is ice against my skin, branding me with his burning cold, claiming me.

“Mine,” he says again, growling the word against my lips in a possessive caress that sears through me.

And in this labyrinth of ice, I burn for him—only him.

His fingers trail higher with a purpose that leaves no room for doubt, and their chill against the sensitive flesh at the apex of my thighs sends a jolt of electricity snapping through my core.

“Feel what you do to me,” he murmurs, pressing his hardened cock against me, his voice a low rumble that vibrates as if it’s inside my own chest.

His fingers find their mark, and I stifle a gasp, biting down on my lip to keep silent.

But Ivrael doesn’t want my silence. He wants my surrender.

His thumb presses insistently, circling with a relentless rhythm.

The sensation builds, a crescendo of pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

My inner muscles clench, seeking something—anything—to grasp onto as Ivrael continues his deliberate assault.

I arch against him, my back curving like the bow of an archer intent on hitting the mark. His hand is soaked with the evidence of my arousal, a testament to the power he wields over me. My breath catches in my throat, hitching on the edge of release, but he doesn’t relent.

“More,” I manage to plead between ragged breaths, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Always more for you,” Ivrael promises, his touch intensifying. His fingers, slick with my desire, slip inside me, filling the void that his teasing has amplified. There’s no gentleness in the motion, just the raw need that mirrors my own.

“Is this what you want?” he growls, each word a puff of frost against my heated skin.

“Yes,” I gasp, the single syllable torn from deep within me.

The walls of my core clench around him, my inner muscles grasping at the invasion, seeking to pull him deeper. He complies, his fingers thrusting with a pace designed to fray my control, to unravel me until I’m nothing but sensation and longing.

An urgency coils tight in my belly, every cell in my body screaming for release, for completion. And as though he can read the silent pleas written in the quiver of my flesh, Ivrael shifts, introducing a new torment as his thumb presses against my clit.

The pressure is insistent, rhythmic, and when he flicks across the swollen nub, sparks of pleasure ignite, racing along my nerves, setting me ablaze from the inside out.

“Yes,” I hiss, the word tumbling from lips bruised by his kisses, my voice a mix of desire and desperation.

Heat pools low in my belly, a flame stoked higher with each calculated stroke. My world narrows to the point of contact between us, to the dance of his fingers and thumb, pushing me ever closer to an edge I’m all too willing to tumble over.

Each brush of his thumb sends lightning arcing through me, each thrust of his fingers fans the flames higher. I’m close, so close, the pressure inside me growing until it’s all I can do not to shatter.

Ivrael’s kiss never falters, swallowing my moans, drinking them down. His power over me is a tangible thing, wrapping around me, holding me together even as I come apart at the seams.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice rumbles from his chest, sounding as if it’s remained unused, like it’s been encased in ice for years.

“Yours,” I gasp into his mouth, the word a surrender, a victory.

And with it, the overwhelming force of my climax claims me, hitting like a supernova, exploding from the core of me and expanding outward in waves of unadulterated bliss that leave no part of me untouched.

My vision whites out, and I am nothing but sensation, a being of pure pleasure that writhes under the command of Ivrael’s skilled hand.

The sound he makes in his throat as I try to catch my breath afterward is one of pure male satisfaction, and I glance up to find him gazing at me with golden sparks swirling through his irises.

Then I close my eyes and let my head thump back against the wall, my heart racing. But I wait only a moment before dropping my legs from his waist one at a time, holding his heated gaze with my own as I slide my body down the front of his. My mouth dries as I feel him, long and hard, pressing against me.

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