Page 41 of Scars & Starlight
I move fast and bite the side of her breast, holding down her shoulders when she reflexively tries to shoot up.
“I don’t want to hear you call any part of yourself anything less than perfect from now on, love.” I level my sternest military look onto her. “Am I understood?”
She eyes the side of her breast where an imprint of my teeth begins to form in a red outline. When her gaze returns to mine, she swallows audibly. “You’re understood,” she breathes.
“Good. Now, allow me to worship Avaris’ princess.”
With that, I lower my lips to her skin again, tasting the beads of sweat gathering in the divots of her neck. I extend my tongue and lap them up like a male dying of thirst. As her breathing picks up speed once more, I arch to take one of the tempting, firm peaks into my mouth, gently pulling until her hips buck up, arrested by the cage of my body.
“Kai,” she murmurs as her fingers slot through my hair, twining in it, pulling rhythmically.
I take that as an order to lavish her neglected breast with the same amount of affection. Once she’s squirming underneath me, I go lower on her body, dipping my tongue into her belly button before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and pulling them down in one smooth motion. Even her utilitarian black underwear looks appealing, stretched over the mound of her womanhood, dipping with its natural contours, darker where her wetness soaked it.
A purr leaves me as I lower my nose to the wet fabric and take a deep inhale.Tara tries to squeeze her legs together, but I press them further apart with my hands instead.
“Stay still while I feast, Princess,” I command darkly, getting a strangled moan in return.
“Kairen,” she pleads again. For what? For me to continue? To stop her manufactured sense of embarrassment? There is nothing embarrassing about a male fully enjoying the most delicious part of his female.
With that in mind, I press my open mouth against her center, sucking on the tight bundle of nerves through the damp material. The flavors mix into the headiest taste in the universe. I growl with possessiveness; I will obliterate any male who comes near this treasure. Perhaps even find the ones who did before. If any are still alive.
When my match screams from pleasure, I forget about everything else and give in to the urge to ensure I have nothing between my tongue and her sex, shredding the fabric into pieces. At the sight of the dewy brown curls, my hearts start pounding in my ears. I’ve been all over the universe, but this is where I want to be the most.
I part her with my fingers and take the slick flesh between my lips, her whimpers spurring me on. I’m pressing my pelvis against the Talon’s armored alloy, trying in vain to relieve the mounting pressure, hoping for patience to satisfy her as many times as she will allow me.
“Kairen, please,” she moans breathlessly, her hips moving,seeking that fulfillment. I offer my fingers as tribute, first one, and then, once that one is damp to the top knuckle, the other. I know what she wants, what she needs, but she’s so tight, I need to prepare her, need to give her this first.
One of her palms slams down at her side, the other presses on the back of my head, pulling me in. Thanks to my nanites’ endless supply of information, I know human females are built in ways I’m familiar with, and I turn and curl my fingers inside her, tapping against the soft spongy area that should drive her wild. I’m rewarded with a guttural scream as her channel tightens around my fingers, and a fresh supply of her nectar on my tongue.
Tara orgasms with a cry of my name, the sound better than any music, and I have to clench my teeth not to follow her into the abyss.
21
TARA
As I’m shaking with aftershocks, I find myself convinced that these aliens were sent down to rock our world after all.
Holy cannoli, what was that?
Kairen just seems like such a cinnamon roll. Well, when he’s not being all armored commander. But I really didn’t expect him to dirty-talk me straight into heaven. The combination of his long, elegant fingers and that wicked tongue had me spinning like a pulsar star in no time.
I gather the courage to look down my body, then clench over nothing when I see his wet chin and hungry eyes.
“I need you inside me,” I rasp, my voice hoarse from whatever I cried out when I came. His sharp grin should scare me, but instead, it just drives me wild. When he pulls off his long-sleeved top and exposes taut muscles covered in flickering lights, drool gathers at the corners of my mouth. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
“No, love,” he murmurs, his hands going to his pants. “You’re the beautiful one, lying here ravished and pleasured, but ravenous for more.”
Whimpering at his delicious words, I squirm until his cargo pants are off, and his long, hard dick springs free.Holy hell.
“God, Kairen,” I gasp, looking at it.
Preening under my gaze, he pulls his rod up, pressing it against his flat stomach. The neural filaments that grace the rest of his body continue here as well, shorter lines lighting up the tip, and longer ones running down the length. I can’t help but wonder whether anything else glows.
His dick is sizeable, but not threatening. What gives me pause and makes me tingle in equal measure is the underside: it’s notched, almost jagged-looking, except the bumps are rounded and covered with silky-looking skin. The head is more pointed than a human penis, nearly heart-shaped. Corded ridges decorate the top of the shaft, starting at the frenulum, then traveling over each side, ending where the root meets the pelvis. Everywhere else, it’s ridged lengthwise, long lines of raised flesh that were probably designed to screw me into oblivion.
It almost looks aerodynamic, I think to myself, then bite my lip to try and hold the smile in, failing miserably.A love missile.
“I would feel self-conscious that you’re smiling at my cock, if you didn’t have that hungry look in your eyes, Princess.” Kairen’s voice snaps me out of my fantasies, and I flush, looking up at him.
