Page 16 of Alien on the Moon

Finally, Rylan spoke. “Before, you said people don’t like your rambling. But that isn’t true. I love to hear you talk. When I look at you, I see someone who’s beautiful. But then you have an idea, or you start talking about something you’re passionate about, and the joy of it makes you radiant.”

For the first time in her life, Elena didn’t think. She acted. Throwing her arms around him, she pulled Rylan in for a kiss.

Chapter 6

Rylan

Elena’s hands trembled as they clutched Rylan’s shirt. He could feel every tremor of her body against his, and it ignited him. Every whispered word fueled his desire for her. Every touch, every caress, was like a blazing inferno that burned like the sun.

Her eyes bore into his own, more potent than the strongest of liquors. The space between them was a battlefield, and theirsilent exchange of glances were volleys of arrows and cannon fire.

It wasn’t just carnal desire. It was an emotional connection that penetrated his heart deeper than any dagger could. Rylan cupped Elena’s face tenderly, brushing aside a stray lock of hair with an almost reverent touch. He drowned in her sapphire eyes. The corners crinkled with fear and anticipation, mirroring his own.

“Rylan,” she whispered his name like a prayer, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He leaned in closer, feeling her warm breath dance across his skin. “I want you.”

His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, down to the nape of her neck, each touch searing its path into his memory. Her breath hitched as she leaned into him, her much softer frame melting into the solid shield of his body.

The room around them dissolved into insignificance. The world outside ceased to exist.

All that mattered was this moment, the intoxicating mixture of fear and desire coursing through them like a wild river.

Rylan’s lips found hers, seeking solace in their delicate curve. Elena’s fingers balled into fists in his shirt, anchoring her to him as waves of passion crashed over them.

Her lips were sweet, her taste intoxicating. It was an elixir he could not get enough of.

Her hands explored his chest. His arms encircled her protectively, pulling her closer until no space separated them. Her heart pounded against her ribs, keeping rhythm with his own thunderous heartbeat.

His breath hitched as her lips trailed a path of fire down his neck, whispering words that stoked the flames within him even higher. She was an elixir, intoxicating him with every taste of her lips.

His senses were in overdrive. All he could smell was the faint scent of lavender from her hair, all he could hear was the ragged sound of their breathing.

Unable to bear it a moment longer, Rylan began undressing her. He wanted to see every perfect inch of her.

Their lips separated only when he pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her in all her splendor. His eyes drank in the sight of her, moonlight highlighting the curves and dips of her body. He traced the line of her collarbone with his thumb and then down to the swell of her breasts encased in delicate lace. The sight that stole his breath away.

Elena’s eyes looked up at him from under heavy lashes, a veritable ocean of desire in their depths. One hand tugged urgently at his shirt, pulling him down toward her again.

Their lips met in another explosive kiss as Rylan discarded his own clothing, guided by an urgency spurred by the heat of their bodies pressed together.

Her hands roamed over his chest, exploring every ripple and contour of muscle. His own hands mirrored hers, each brush of his fingers leaving her gasping for breath.

In response, she wound a hand around the nape of his neck drawing him closer than he ever thought possible. The world contracted to the space between them, to the rhythm they created with the synchrony of their heartbeats, to the urgency reflected in their intermingling breaths.

Rylan unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, soon making her pants follow. His fingertips traced down the curve of her waist and along the slope of her hip, his touch both exploratory and possessive.

He looked into her eyes once more, finding a fear made beautiful by trust. A single nod from Elena was all he needed.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew her even closer.

Her body arched into his, craving the press of flesh on flesh. She stroked his smooth head then pulled him down to her, drawing a low growl from deep within him.

As he stroked her wet heat through the lace of her panties, Elena’s breath hitched, and she let out a soft moan.

He slipped his hand under her silk panties, his touch electrified by the warmth of her womanhood. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back. A shiver ran through him as he gently exploredthe most intimate part of her, fascinated by the gentle swell and damp heat that answered his questing fingers.

His gaze never left Elena’s face as he watched her reactions. Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips parted in surprised gasps, and her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the wave of sensations. He was lost in her. Every gasp she made, every shiver, and every moan sent tremors through his body as if they were one entity.

Pulling down her panties with shaky hands, Rylan revealed her fully to his gaze. His heart pounded with a mixture of reverence and lust as he looked at Elena, lying before him as vulnerable as she was beautiful. Every curve of her body seemed to beckon him closer, promising a sweet surrender that he had only dreamed of.

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