Page 124 of The Alien in the Archive

She bites her lip. “You drive me crazy.”

I grin. “I’ll never stop.”

I lean down, taking her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. My hands slide up her thighs, tracing the shape of her hips, her waist, then I cup her ass in my palms. She whimpers into my mouth, fingers gripping my shoulders…

…and I pull her onto my cock.

Page gasps, her eyes widening in pleasure and surprise. I hold her close, feeling the way she clings to me, her body shuddering. I let out a low moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” I murmur, voice hoarse with desire.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Exactly.”

I smile against her lips, feeling her heart pound wildly against my chest.

“Good,” I growl, thrusting deeper.

She cries out, nails digging into my skin. I let myself enjoy the moment, feeling her body tighten around me as I move inside of her. Her lips are parted, breathing hard as she watches me with eyes of liquid gold.

I lean in close to her ear. “I’ve got you, Page. I’ve got you.”

I start to move slowly within her, feeling her tighten around me with each thrust. She makes the most wonderful sounds; she’s already close to her breaking point. I can feel it in the bond, too, resonating between us.

“Keep moving,” she begs. “Don’t stop.”

I keep my knotexposed so I can thrust into her, in and out, giving her that friction she craves. Her eyes flutter shut, her eyebrows furrowing with concentration. "That's it," she moans, digging her nails into my back as I continue my rhythm. Her hips move to meet mine, and we're in perfect sync.

I can feel the bond humming with her pleasure, and it courses through me like a drug. I want to feel it all…to take it in and make her feel even more.

"Thorne," she gasps, voice strained. "I'm going to…"

"Do it," I urge, thrusting harder as I feel her muscles tighten around me. "Let go."

And she does.

Page cries out, shaking in my arms as she climaxes. The bond between us erupts with white-hot light for a momentbefore settling once more. I hold her close as she rides out her orgasm, feeling her heartbeat…feeling mine.

I take her in my arms and set her gently on the floor, making sure she can hold herself up before I move to the bathtub. The water is just at the right level, and I quickly turn off the spigots and check the temperature. Page is behind me a moment later, wrapping her arms around me.

“Is it all set?” she asks.

I glance back at her. “I think so.”

“Not too hot for you?”

I frown. Maybe weeks ago, it would have been, but…

“I think I match your body temperature,” I murmur. “I have no way of knowing…but this feels comfortable.”

She smiles. “Good.”

When we finally sink into the tub, the water is still hot, steam curling faintly against the air. Page settles back against my chest, her head tucked beneath my chin. My arms loop around her waist, palms resting flat against her stomach, and for the first time all day, the bond hums with something softer.

Calm…peace.

She shifts, reaching for the book she left perched on a small table beside the tub, and I crack one eye open.

“You’re not going to let me relax, are you?” I grumble.

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