Page 65 of Alien Healer's Touch

I spun her around, pressing her back against my chest as my hands worked at removing her remaining clothing. My tail curled possessively around her ankle as I nipped at her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

When the last of her clothing fell away, I guided her to the sleeping platform, laying her across the soft bedding. In the darkness, our glowing markings painted patterns across our skin, illuminating every curve and plane of her body.

"You're beautiful," I told her, kneeling between her thighs. "Every time I see you it takes my breath away."

My hands traced up her legs, following the path of her markings. When I reached the junction of her thighs, I found her already slick with desire. I slid my fingers through her folds, circling the sensitive bud at their apex.

Selene arched against my hand, a breathy cry escaping her lips. Through our connection, I felt her pleasure—the tension building low in her belly, the need spiraling tighter with each stroke of my fingers.

I lowered my mouth to her center, tasting her for the first time. Sweet and salt and something uniquely Selene flooded my senses. My tongue traced patterns against her flesh, mimicking the swirls of her markings.

Her hands clutched at my hair, guiding me, urging me deeper. I slipped two fingers inside her as my tongue continued its work, feeling her inner walls clench around the intrusion.

"Kavan," she gasped, her hips lifting toward my mouth. "I can feel—it's like?—"

I knew what she meant. Through our connection, each sensation doubled, rebounded between us. Her pleasure fed mine, creating a loop of escalating desire that threatened to consume us both.

When I curled my fingers inside her, finding the spot that made her cry out, her markings flared with such intensity that they cast shadows across the walls. Her release crashed through her—through us both—even as I continued to taste her, to draw out every last tremor of pleasure.

SELENE

The stars in my private universe expanded behind my eyelids as Kavan's mouth worked against me. Each stroke of his tongue sent sparks radiating from my center, his touch merging with my sensations. His pleasure at tasting me multiplied through our connection.

I twisted my fingers through his thick hair, silken strands catching between them as I pulled him closer. "God, Kavan, don't stop."

His answering rumble vibrated against my flesh. Through our bond, I caught fragments—my taste on his tongue, his satisfaction watching me come apart, the pressure of his own arousal.

He added another finger inside me, stretching me deliciously, making my hips buck against his face. The dual sensation of his tongue circling that sensitive bundle while his fingers stroked something magical deep inside created an almost unbearable pressure.

My silver markings shimmered, casting an ethereal glow across the chamber. Where our skin connected, my silver patterns met his golden lifelines, creating flashes of platinum light that danced across our joined bodies.

"Kavan, I need more." My voice sounded strange—ragged and desperate.

I reached for him, wanting his weight on me, inside me. He rose over me, his emerald skin flushed darker with desire, golden lifelines pulsing with his rapid heartbeat. His eyes had darkened to deep amber, pupils wide as he stared down.

"You are exquisite," he murmured, lowering his body to mine.

The first press of his skin against mine shocked my system. Every nerve ending responded, my markings showing faintly at each point of contact.

His mouth found mine, and I tasted myself on his lips, salt and musk mingling with his unique spice. Our tongues tangled as his hand slid between us, guiding himself to my entrance.

I broke the kiss to look down. He was different from human men—thicker, with dual ridges running along the underside. The outer ridge tapered into a flared head that pressed against my opening, slick with arousal.

"Yes," I breathed, arching up. "Please."

He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust. The stretch hovered on that perfect edge between pleasure and pain. Through our connection, I felt his restraint—how much he wanted to thrust deep but held back for my comfort.

"Don't," I gasped, gripping his shoulders. "Don't hold back. I can take it."

Something wild flashed in his eyes. His tail whipped up and wrapped around both my wrists, pulling them above my head and pinning them to the sleeping platform.

The sudden restraint, the unexpected dominance, sent heat coursing through me. I tested his grip, but his tail held firm, smooth scales rubbing against my inner wrists.

"Very well," he said, voice dropping to a rumble that vibrated in my chest. "If that is what you desire."

In one smooth movement, he seated himself fully inside me, filling me so completely I forgot to breathe. The double ridges pressed against spots I never knew existed, creating sensations that blurred my vision.

"Move," I commanded, straining against his hold.

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