Page 52 of Saved By the Alien Hybrid
She stared at him for so long that his hope began to curdle until he was bracing himself for the rejection he was sure was coming. He should not have entered the bath. She was angry with him, as she should be. He had ignored the modesty she’d demonstrated, following his impulses as though they were of more importance than her feelings. Surely, he had damaged the fragile trust between them now, all because he?—
“Okay.” Her voice was so soft that he thought he’d imagined it, barely a sigh beneath the noise of the rain. Lightning illuminated her as she reached for him, the thunder clapping as her palm smoothed over his bare chest.
“What?” His heart pounded in his ears far louder than the artificial storm.
“I’ll help you, Rentir.” She moved closer, eyes dipping to his mouth as her hand slid up his neck, slipping behind him to sink into his hair. “Come here.”
He stared at her, paralyzed by the shock and the yearning, as she tugged his face to hers.
“What are you?—”
She pressed her lips against his, cutting him off. Her eyes were closed, her brows knitted together. The hand in his hair kept him from pulling away, holding him at her mercy as her soft mouth moved gingerly over his own. She drew away, hardly a finger’s length, but it was still too much, too far. He chased her, cupping her face in his hands and slanting his mouth over hers again, taking more of her taste for himself.
When she loosened her grip on his hair and began tapping his chest urgently, he finally relented.
She gasped, laughing a little as she looked up at him from beneath her wet eyelashes. “Let me drive.”
For a moment, his lust-addled brain couldn’t decipher her meaning. Then her fingers curled around his jaw, and he understood; she wanted control. He would give it to her. He would give heranythingshe asked for.
“Close your eyes,” she murmured, gaze dipping to his mouth.
Obediently, he shut them. “What is this?” he asked hoarsely.
“Kissing.” She whispered the word into his ear, her breath teasing the sensitive flesh there.
He shuddered, fisting his hands at his sides so he would not clutch her greedily again.
Her lips brushed over his, teasing, then pressed down more firmly. She began to move, drawing back only to press in again, lavishing attention on his top lip and then the bottom. He stayed perfectly still despite his burning desire to grab her, entranced by her strange rhythm. When her tongue flicked over his bottom lip, he could not help the whine of need that escaped him. Her breath hitched at the sound, as if it pleased her, and then her tongue was teasing the seam of his lips, urging him to open.
He parted his lips eagerly, and her tongue slid into his mouth, carrying her heat and taste with it. Velvet soft, it swept over his tongue, claiming him in a way that he would dream of for the rest of his life. A moan tore from his throat, and he lostthe battle not to touch her. His hands fell on her hips, dragging her closer, trapping his erection between their naked bodies.
He liked kissing. He wanted to kiss her forever.
Her arms twined around his neck as she continued to tease him with her tongue, pressing her breasts against his chest. They were pillowy and soft, contrasted by the tight little pebbles of her nipples. He felt drunk on sensation.
When her hands wandered, trailing down his neck toward the uneven flesh of his back, he stiffened. She drew away in confusion, looking askance at him. He shook his head and dove for her mouth once more, urging her hands back up to his hair. She obliged, and the momentary panic he’d felt at her discovering his scars faded, eclipsed by lust.
As he became more confident with her methods, he began to tentatively reciprocate. His tongue chased hers back into her mouth, and he was rewarded with a moan as he mirrored her earlier exploration.
As delicious as it was, it was only stoking the burning desperation within him. It wasn’t enough. He pulled back, panting, and pressed his brow to hers.
“It’s not—I need—” He shook his head helplessly.
“Shhhh,” she soothed, her thumbs feathering over his cheeks. “I know. It’s okay.” She drew away, gently prying his hands from her hips, and dragged him over to the shallower waters.
“Cordelia,” he whined as she urged him down at the edge of the bath, his cock bobbing in the air above the water.
She brushed the hair from his eyes as she knelt between his knees. “I’ve got you.” Her fingers curled around his cock and pumped, and he was lost to her forever.
CHAPTER 23
The broken noiseRentir made as she worked his cock went through her like a jolt to her core. God, she felt powerful. His glowing eyes were at half mast, his face caught in a grimace that looked as much like pain as it did pleasure.
Something had come over her as he begged her for relief. Temporary insanity. She felt helpless not to take what he was offering up on a platter—an escape from the crushing weight of everything still going wrong around them.
She’d never been the take-charge type in bed, ironically. Mostly, her sexual history was a lot of casual hook-ups where she let the other party rush through the motions so they could both get the easy release they were after. A way to blow off steam and little more. When she’d decided to touch him, she expected more of the same. The two of them clumsily coming together for release—maybe more clumsily than usual, given that he had to be a virgin.
But this… this felt like something else. Like she was ushering Rentir to some kind of revelation. She would have felt like a narcissist for having such a self-important thought, but the way he was looking at her… goose bumps prickled over her flesh at his intensity.
