Page 72 of The Alien in the Archive

“Holy fuck,” I whisper.

That’s all I get out before he’s dragging my hips off the table, into his hungry mouth. I jolt at the way he ravishes me, knowing exactly how I like to be touched.

Because of course he does. He’s been in my head while I touched myself.

And he’s in my head now, too.

Feeling what he’s doing to me as he does it…exploring me, finding the things that feel best. It’s like I’m wrapped in an existential embrace, his hands bracing my thighs around his head, his heart beating alongside mine.

“Oh my God!” I shout, screaming in a library, not giving a damn.

“You gave yourself five orgasms that night,” Thorne says, lashing me with his tongue, eyes on me again. “Do you think I can drag more out of you now?”

I think the answer might be yes—because those words alone have me barreling into my first climax, scratching at the table. “Fuck!”

He groans into me, the vibration crawling all the way from my clit up my spine, making my scalp tingle. “That’s one,” he says. “We’re just getting started.” His hands tighten as he continues his relentless pursuit, each movement building.

I can feel it; the hunger in him, the need to consume mecompletely, in every way possible. My heart races along with his, pounding at a steady beat.

“Oh God…” I pant, grabbing for something, anything. I swipe a book off the table, sending it flying, and then—again, it’s happening, it’s happening…

“Two…” he rumbles.

I want him buried inside me; I want his cock so fucking badly. If I could force my mouth to form words, I would demand he fuck me right fucking now, but as it is, all I can do is moan. I let out a string of nonsensical syllables, unable to do much else. And I guess he senses what I want yet again?—

Because he doesn’t give me his cock, but hedoesoffer his fingers.

Two long digits press inside me, gliding into my pussy to the knuckle. I arch, my hips lifting off the table as Thorne curls his fingers up and finds my g-spot.

“Jesus,” I bite out, because there I go again, out of control. This is already more orgasms than I’ve ever had with a man, because he knows me so fucking intimately.

“Three,” he gasps. “And…let’s see. Another one, right away?”

He presses my g-spot again and I’m thrusting my hips helplessly. I’m starting to wonder if he reallyisa mad scientist, because this is some truly maniacal shit. “Thorne, I’m…” I buck, writhe, “...sensitive…”

“Two more, beloved,” he says, and the pet name barely registers, but I file it away for later. “I need this from you. I need…”

He adds another finger, then he starts to piston them in and out of me with startling dexterity. My eyes go wide, and Thorne moves to lean over me, looking down at me. He’s so fucking beautiful, so, so perfect…

“You too,” he rasps, smiling slightly. His thumb finds my clit, moving side to side as he continues pumping his fingers into me. “Two more, Page.”

He ducks his head, drags my bra off my shoulder with his teeth…then his lips are wrapping around my nipple as he fucks me with his fingers. And he’s remembering what I like, how I like to be touched?—

I shudder and clamp around his fingers, meeting his request for at least one more. “Please,” I whisper. “Please…”

All of a sudden, our minds are entangled again, and this time he’s projecting an image into mine…an image so profane it startles me. Me on all fours inmy bedin Mythara Village, Thorne’s cock buried inside me. He's got a hold of my hair, his hips slapping against my ass. The future, or a fantasy…I don’t care.

It’s enough to drive me over the edge, writhing and screaming.

He closes his mouth over mine and kisses me hard as I squeeze my eyes shut and ride out that sixth orgasm, his fingers still pumping into me, thumb playing with my clit. My cries mingle with the profane, wet sound of his fingers going in and out of me, and I’m boneless, weightless…

He pulls his fingers out, keeps kissing me. The kiss slows down…his hair falls in a curtain around us. When he stops kissing me, I open my eyes and search for his, only to find him looking around.

“Page,” he murmurs, eyes flicking upward. “Look.”

I look up, tilting my head back…and I see the books. They’refloating, a library in the air, pages spread open…

The moment freezes.

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