Page 40 of Legacy for the Alien Warrior

She cupped his cheek, marveling at the texture of his skin against her palm. “I’m not asking you to be perfect, Thraxar. I’m asking you to let go of the past.”

His hand slid from her hip to her back, pressing her closer. “I can’t,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

She leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “Then I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out—together.”

His tail tightened around her waist. She could sense the war raging within him—the desire and hope warring with the guilt and fear. She wanted to show him that he was worthy of love, that he could find happiness again. She wanted him to know that she understood his pain and that together, they could heal.

“Kara,” he breathed, his mouth a hair’s breadth from hers, “are you certain?”

“I am,” she whispered.

His lips claimed hers again, and she melted against him. His tail tightened around her waist as his arms enveloped her. He tasted of spice and warmth, his tongue exploring her mouth with a gentleness that belied his warrior’s exterior, the nubbed surface sending shivers of desire down her spine.

His big hands slid under her shirt, stroking her back, and she arched into his touch, craving more. He obliged, one hand sliding around to caress her breast.

“I want to see you,” he rumbled against her mouth.

She nodded and pulled back just enough to tug the shirt over her head. His eyes darkened at the sight of her bare skin, and his thumb brushed over one nipple.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and heat pooled in her belly. She’d never felt particularly sexy before, but the way Thraxar looked at her, as if she were the most desirable creature in the universe, made her feel beautiful.

She reached for him, tugging at the fastenings of his own clothing until the fabric parted to reveal the broad expanse of his chest. Unable to resist, she traced her fingers over the contours of his muscles. He trembled at her touch, and his hands tightened on her hips.

“Tell me what you like,” he said, his breath warm against her skin.

“I like you,” she said breathlessly

He chuckled, the sound reverberating through her. “That’s not what I meant, little human.”

“Kiss me some more,” she suggested, her hands finding his face and drawing him back to her lips.

He obliged, kissing her deeply. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressed against her core, and she arched against it, seeking more contact.

He groaned, his hips rocking against hers instinctively.

“Yes,” she whispered, her body aching for him. “More.”

“Need to feel you,” he growled, tugging at her clothes. “All of you.”

She raised her arms to help him remove her shirt, then wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close. His tail brushed against her inner thighs, and she shivered at the intimacy of the touch.

“I want to learn every part of you,” he said, his lips tracing the shell of her ear. “To discover what brings you pleasure.”

She moaned as his tail slipped between her legs, teasing her entrance.

“You’re doing pretty well so far,” she gasped.

His laughter was a dark rumble. “We’re just getting started, little human.”

He kissed his way down her body, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her skin. He lingered over her breasts, teasing her nipples with his teeth and tongue until she was writhing beneath him. She stroked her fingers down the ridges covering his skull, urging him on.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “I love the way you respond to my touch.”

“More,” she gasped. “I need more.”

He obliged, moving lower. His tail continued its maddening caress between her legs, the small nubs creating delicious friction. When he reached her center, he inhaled deeply, as if savoring her scent.

“So wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “So ready.”

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