Page 90 of Owned By the Hvrok

He carried her to the bed, and when he laid her down, his movements weren’t rough. They were deliberate. Possessive. Reverent.

The furs slipped from her shoulders first, and he spread them beneath her like a nest. Then, his hands moved to the alien dress clinging to her skin. It resisted at first—fluid, strange, almost alive—but he peeled it away slowly, drawing it down over her breasts, her ribs, her hips, his touch hot and maddening.

The dress slithered free down her legs, and he cast it aside.

She was naked beneath him. Exposed.

And he just looked.

Looked at her like she was the most impossible thing he’d ever seen.

Then he prowled forward, and his hands—those six-fingered, callused hands—swept over her body, gliding over her shoulders, reaching her breasts. He paused there, teasing with slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing breathless little sounds from her as he toyed with her nipples, brushing, circling, lightly pinching.

Her belly. Her hips. Her thighs. Every movement was a claim.

She couldn’t speak, didn’t need to. His intent was carved into every motion, every breath.

He owned her.

And then he grinned.

A dark, feral thing: knowing, dominant, edged with heat.

She barely had time to draw a breath before he slid lower and pressed his face between her thighs.

The first stroke of his tongue made her arch off the bed.

Hot. Silken. Expert.

He devoured her slowly, thoroughly, and she couldn’t stop the helpless moans that spilled from her lips. His mouth was relentless—tasting, teasing, claiming—and he knew exactly what to do. Exactly how to undo her.

The pressure built fast. Too fast.

She gripped the furs beneath her, her entire body trembling, helpless under the onslaught of pleasure.

And when release came…

It shattered her.

White-hot.

Bone-deep.

Her scream echoed against the cold walls, and he growled against her, a dark, primal sound of male satisfaction.

She lay there, boneless, gasping, quivering.

And then he rose over her.

He gathered her into his arms. Held her against his chest.

And entered her in one slow, possessive thrust.

Her breath caught. Her mind blanked.

He didn’t rush. He filled her completely, utterly, and stayed there, motionless for a moment, forehead pressed to hers once again.

The storm outside raged.

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