Page 49 of The Stolen Tribute
“You’re so beautiful,” Jaxir whispered to me. “I love it when you let go and just take it for me.” He thrust his hips steadily, building me up to the climax.
Jaxir lifted me from the bed, wrapping his arms around me. He drove up into me, with my legs around his waist, thrusting like a jackhammer. He moved faster and faster, his breath hitching as he was about to cum.
I felt so safe in his arms like nothing could ever hurt me. His strength allowed me to let go and lose myself to the pleasure, closing my eyes and releasing the sensation washing over me like a tidal wave.
Jaxir grunted, his cock spasmed and pulsed, the ridges preventing me from escaping his hot load. He twitched and gasped until he was spent, our juices leaking from between our bodies.
Finally, he let me go, laying me on the bed.
My mind was swimming with emotions and thoughts that came and went so fast that I could not comprehend them. Something had shifted between us. The love that I felt before was now growing exponentially.
My heart swelled when my eyes met his. The connection was complete. I was mated to him now.
This bond was something beyond our comprehension, something that I could feel in my soul when he looked at me. My cheeks warmed, and I smiled.
“I’m so happy you’re mine,” Jaxir said, kissing my forehead. He pulled the sheets over our naked bodies and cuddled me against him.
“Me too,” I said.
Who would have thought that after everything, I would have ended up mated to a Zexian anyways? Dal was a jerk, and he certainly wouldn’t have been right for me. There was no way I even could have been his bride. There was no doubt that Jaxir was the man for me, err, the alien for me.
Jaxir’s hand wandered down my arm until it found my hand and held it tight. “Are you sure you’re ready for life as a mercenary? Living with a dastardly space rogue?” He asked with a laugh.
His choice of words was light, but the question was massive. Was this what I was ready for? Living with his crew?
Jaxir could give me something that no one else could (besides toe-curling mega orgasms), which was an adventure. Real adventures, traversing through space in a starship, just like I’d played a million times in VR or in front of a flatscreen television.
The thought of living with Jaxir, traversing space with no one to hold me back? The idea made my heart leap with excitement.
“Jaxir,” I said.
The alien looked at me, waiting for my response.
I kissed him. “We’re mates now. I can feel it with every molecule in my body. We were meant for each other, and there’s no one else I’d rather explore the galaxy with than you.”
