Page 74 of Shielded Heart

Samantha trembled.

She should’ve been afraid, should’ve been terrified. How many times had James hurt her when he told her to close her eyes? How many times had he abused her trust?

But this wasArcanthus. Though she’d only known him for a short time, shedidtrust him. She couldn’t help a twinge of fear for the unknown, for letting herself be so vulnerable, but excitement overpowered that fear.

She yearned for his touch. Her nipples were hard and throbbing, her sex wet and aching, and only Arc could satiate the excruciating need consuming her. She wanted him inside her. It didn’t matter that his cock split into four independently moving parts, it was stillhim.

Sam could still taste him on her tongue, and that only aroused her more. He tasted like lavender, floral and sweet. She’d been shocked at first; it, like his cock, had been wholly unexpected—but it was also wholly welcome.

What had she expected though? He was analien. It was foolish to have gone into this as though he’d have human parts.

She’d always despised using her mouth as she just had, but she’d found herself eager to do so for Arcanthus despite her past experiences. She wanted to pleasure him again and again; she’d found satisfaction for herself in it. The act had been immensely enjoyable—especially when she’d watched him come apart in the throes of ecstasy. He’d been exquisite with his head thrown back, his brows low, his lips curled in a snarl that revealed those enticing, sexy fangs, and his body moving helplessly.

All because of her mouth, her lips, her tongue.

It had made her feelpowerful.

Now…it was her turn to surrender. Her turn to be pleasured.

Arcanthus’s hands settled on her thighs. Samantha started at the contact. His palms slowly trekked upward, their warmth radiating through her leggings.

“I want you to feeleverything,” he said.

He slipped his fingers under her shirt and hooked its hem with his thumbs, drawing it up as his hands continued their journey. Within moments, his fingertips were running over the bare skin of her sides, moving from her waist to her ribs. Sam’s breath caught in her throat when his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples through the fabric of her shirt. A moment later, her breasts were bare, and his warm palms slid over them.

Those fleeting touches were all he gifted her sensitive flesh; he lifted the shirt farther up, bunching it as it moved. His hands trailed along her arms, higher and higher, and guided the garment over her head. Her hair fluttered back down around her shoulders a few strands at a time. Once the shirt was off completely, the air flowed over her naked skin, carrying a chill in the wake of his heated touch.

Taking hold of her wrists, he guided her hands to his shoulders, both of which were warm and solid—one velvety flesh, the other sleek metal. Then his fingers smoothed downward, sweeping around her hips to slip beneath her backside. He lifted her bottom off the bed, hooked the waistbands of her leggings and panties, and drew them down her legs.

As the clothing neared her knees, something thick brushed along her sex—the end of his tail. Samantha gasped and attempted to close her legs, but his hands kept them spread.

“Already wet for me, little terran?” Arc purred. He peeled her clothing off the rest of the way. “Open your legs wider.”

Heat suffused Sam’s cheeks as she slowly parted her thighs.

“Wider, little terran,” Arc coaxed. “Show me that glistening pink slit.”

Oh God.

His command sent a rush of desire through her; Samantha clutched his shoulders and opened her legs wider.

Was it possible to climax from his words alone?

“Such an alluring, delicate little flower.” He lowered his shoulders and settled his arms over her thighs. His silken hair brushed over Sam’s stomach and leg.

Her belly quivered. As he slid back, his arms looped around her legs, forearms nestling beneath her knees. He pressed his lips against her mons a moment later, right above her clit.

Samantha gasped, and her pelvis jerked forward. Her breath quickened, coming out in shallow puffs. She opened her eyes.

Arc’s head was between her thighs, his lips curled into a wicked grin. Though his lower eyes were focused on her sex, his center eye was staring up at her.

“Eyesclosed, Samantha.”

She snapped them shut.

He exhaled, his breath hot and heavy against her wet folds. His chest swelled against her inner thighs as he inhaled deeply. “Ah, my sweet flower, you smelldelectable.”

Samantha whimpered. Her body trembled, aching for his touch.

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