Page 113 of The Alien in the Archive

I glance down at her pants. “May I?” I ask.

She nods wordlessly and I get closer to her, unbuttoning her jeans, then unzipping them. She lifts her hips to shimmy out of them and I take her underwear with them, though it occurs to me that she probably looks pretty in them.

I file that away for sometime after this is all over.

I kiss my way down her abdomen, over her hip. Page lies in the light of the glow lamps, surrounded by books, and as I look up from between her thighs, I try to memorize her like this for–

“Stop it,” she blurts out.

I frown at the interruption. “What?”

“You don’t need to memorize me tonight,” she says. “You’ll have plenty of time when we’re together after this.”

And I suppose I need to kiss having private thoughts goodbye.

Page laughs. “Damn right.”

There’s a smile on my lips as I kiss her again, her hip, her thigh…and then I graze my canine over her hip. This is safe, and I can play with her while I do it. I find her clit and stroke it gently, then I slip one finger inside…

…and I bite the flesh of her hip.

Page arches up toward me as I start to fuck her with my fingers, remembering all I’ve learned about her body, delving into the cavern of her mind to learn even more. She gasps and whimpers, writhing.

“Thorne…” she moans, her voice thick with desire. “Yes, like that…”

I can feel her heart pounding through her veins as the taste of her floods my mouth, rich and metallic and drenched in the sweetness of Elixir. It occurs to me that drinking from her is unlike any of the concoctions I had to stay alive—she’selemental, a natural wellspring of her very own. The bond between us flares like a supernova, bright and beautiful.

Her legs shake as I continue to touch her, to slowly drink…and I know she’s close. I want to watch her as she comes, so I finally unlatch from her hip, watching her.

“Are you…” she pauses, gasping as I add another finger. “Did you…”

I keep my hand in motion as I lean closer, wanting her to see the glimmering red on my lips.

“I had enough,” I growl. “And you were delicious.”

Page’s eyes widen, her breath hitches, her walls tighten around my fingers. A flush stains her cheeks, and I press hard on her clit with my thumb.

She moans, helplessly bucking against my hand as anorgasm rushes through her. As she comes, I slow my pace, savoring the feeling of her body contracting around me. I think she might be done with that, and I want to give her time to rest…but then she’s wrapping her arms around my neck and dragging me in. She makes an annoyed sound when she realizes I’m still dressed from the waist down.

“Not fair that you’re not naked yet,” she mutters. “Take your pants off. I want to ride you.”

Fuck, she’s sexy when she takes charge. I consider arguing with her, getting her to that place where we tease back and forth.

But I just can’t bring myself to wait.

Whereas I told her I didn’t want to ruin her clothes, I don’t care about mine. I yank my pants off, then I’m bringing her down with me, Page straddling me. She positions herself over my hard cock, letting just the tip sink in…

“Oh,fuck, Thorne…” she moans.

Page lowers herself down onto me, slowly taking me inside her. Her walls tighten at every ridge, sending shivers down my spine. And when she reaches my knot…

It was difficult, at first, for her to accommodate it.

Now, it’s as easy as breathing.

She takes me completely, and I can’t help but look down to watch the sight of my cock disappearing inside her. Page’s cunt swallows me, then tightens.

I let out a low gasp. “Fuck…”

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