Page 62 of Alexis

She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come, so she wrapped her limbs around him, dragging him to her.

“I need to hear you say it,” he bit out. “Is this what you want?”

“I want,” she echoed, sliding her hands along the smooth ridges of his horns.

His eyes closed and a sound of feral desire issued from his chest.

Then his eyes opened and fixed on hers as he guided himself against her.

Something was definitely different now. Everything was more intense, more real, but somehow dreamlike at the same time. As he entered her, she felt rainbows of sensation, so beautiful she almost cried.

“Alexis,” he moaned.

She clung to him, drowning in an ocean of ecstasy.

His muscles were tense, standing out as if it took everything he had to stay in control.

But she didn’t want his control. She wanted it all.

She sank her fingernails into his shoulders, and he roared and unleashed his will.

Her heart pounded frantically, keeping pace with Tiago’s wild thrusts.

Pleasure blasted through her, and she felt like a lit-up filament, incandescent with bliss.

Then Tiago’s hand was moving between them, teasing and toying with her stiff little pearl until she was floating.

“Tiago,” she wailed as the pleasure crashed down on her, crushing her unbearably and flinging her into the stars.

And then he was with her, shouting out his own ecstasy as he jetted into her again and again.

At last, he fell on her, pulling them both sideways so that she was curled against his chest.

She dragged in a deep breath of the delicious salty air, and waited for her heartbeat to calm. Pleasure still lit her up from head to toe, and she wondered idly if it would ever release its hold on her.

“Alexis,” Tiago murmured, brushing the top of her head with his lips.

“What’s happening?” she asked, as she felt desire unfurl in her belly again.

“This is the mating frenzy,” he murmured, nibbling her ear. “We’ll be here for a few days, I think.”

“Days?” she echoed, as her need intensified from a pleasant shiver to desperate waves.

“Oberon will know what to do,” he whispered. “He’ll send food and supplies. We just have to do what we’re meant to do.”

“What are we meant to do?” she asked, shifting herself on top of him and sliding her wet heat against his somehow still rigid cock.

“This,” he told her. “Just this.”

She hissed in a breath as he shifted himself so that she could impale herself on him.

Then she was moving, his big hands wrapped around her hips to guide her as she chased their pleasure again.

“So beautiful,” he groaned, his green eyes fixed on hers, filling her with a joy so exquisitely abundant she couldn’t believe there was room for it inside her.

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