Page 59 of Guardian's Destiny

"Well, core-shaking sounds pretty descriptive to me." I nodded against him.

My eyes fell on his shoulder, and a grin spread over me. "I guess I bit you pretty hard. Sorry about that."

"No, you're not. And it felt good." He contradicted, craning his neck to see the impression of my teeth on his silvery flesh. I hadn't broken skin—thank God for that—but I didn't think it wasfor lack of trying. His skin was just a lot tougher than humans’. "You can bite into me anytime you like."

I cocked my head.

"Okay, we might have to put a road map on my body. There are certain parts that are off limits for biting." He amended.

I slapped his hard ass, "How about that?"

"You want to bite my ass?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making me laugh.

"Let me think about it." I teased.

"You'll be the death of me," he groaned.

I couldn't help myself. "But what a way to go."

He rolled off me, pulling regrettably out, and rolling me with him, so my head rested on his chest. "Behave."

"Hmm." I didn't agree, but I was too tired to keep our conversation going. A big yawn from me made him gently kiss my forehead.

"You need some sleep, Sloane."

Little did he know that it would take me hours to fall asleep; no matter how tired I was, the moment I closed my eyes, my mind would begin its nightly torture routine. Still, I closed my eyes, knowing that there was just no way around it, only through.

To my utter amazement, no torturous thoughts entered my mind. Instead, it was blissfully black and empty, right before sleep pulled me under, not giving me any time to be surprised before I drifted off…

I wasn't sure what woke me at some point in the middle of the night, but I felt refreshed and energized. My head was still on his chest, and his even breathing told me that he was still asleep. But another part of him, a very hard part, was nudging my thigh. Memories of our sex last night came back and with it the recollection of his cock. His ridged cock. I could still feel him inside me and the friction of its ridges as he glided in and outof me, rubbing me in just the right places. And before that… my eyes rolled back at the memory of the first orgasm he had wrung from me. He had played my clit like a fiddle, like nobody had ever done before.

As if it had a mind of its own, my hand moved down his side, finding the very source of my pleasure. I brushed it only slightly at first, but I became bolder when I felt those ridges again, rubbing against my palm. Hmm. He was already so thick and long, I couldn't grasp around it. Still, I began stroking him up and down until I heard a deep moan from Vraax, which made me intensify my ministrations.

"Sloane," he groaned.

I moved down on him, partly because I wanted to return the favor from last night and partly because my curiosity was getting the better of me. When I came eye to eye—so to speak—with it, I swallowed. How had that thing fitted inside me without splitting me in half? He was huge.

My tongue traced one of the ridges that fascinated me so much, and I realized they were veins, very thick, hard veins.

"Sloane," he groaned again.

My hand still kept up its rhythm while I opened my mouth to see how far I could fit him inside. His entire body jerked when my tongue swirled around his head, making me giddy with the power I had over this massive man. Because laying right between these legs? They were thicker than a trunk. He could have easily squeezed the life out of me.

His muscles flexed, rock hard, and I moved my free hand over them, relishing in the dance of strength underneath his skin. I felt myself becoming wet just from touching and sucking him. That had never happened to me before. Sure, I'd given plenty of blow jobs, but honestly, they had never done anythingforme. Not with Vraax, though. My nipples were hardening just by rubbing against him. My clit was already pulsing with need,just like a deep ache in my pussy announcing it wouldn't mind another visit.

"I'm gonna come if you don't stop," Vraax warned, creating a moral dilemma inside me. I did want him to come, but I also wanted him inside me.

I stroked him a few more times but then decided that a woman's needs needed to be taken care of too and straddled him. I held his cock, to impale myself and my eyes rolled back from the moment his head brushed against my entrance. They kept rolling from there. And I saw stars when Vraax cupped both of my breasts, teasing the hell out of my nipples.

Fuck he was good.

I placed my palms on his chest, relishing in the hard plates of his pecs, and began moving up and down on him. His left hand rolled my nipple, while his right… oh fuck, his fingers found my clit and I was about to lose it. Fully. Teasing nearly every single one of my most erogenous zones… he leaned up and took the nipple that felt left out into his mouth, and I shot over the edge. My orgasm tore through me like a tsunami; heat spread through me so fast and hard that I worried I'd pass out.

His cock jerked inside me and I reached behind, when I gripped his balls, it was his turn to lose it.

"Sloane!" He bellowed, his left hand cupped my breast so hard, it was nearly painful, but fuck, it felt good.

Unable to keep myself up, I collapsed forward, right on top of him.

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