Page 63 of Taming Chaos

For the first time, she touched him with bare fingers, running her hands through his irresistible white hair.

Softer than synth-silk, it was the only thing about him that was soft. Everything else was honed to perfection.

His was a body made for war.

A body straight out of her wildest dreams, even when he was lean and stripped down.

Seph ran her hands down his back, feeling his rippling muscles as he moved over her, sinuous and catlike. Torin flicked her stiff nipple with his tongue, teasing it into an even greater state of arousal.

His deft hands figured out the fastening of her trousers, and he slid them down over her hips, her ass, her thighs, all the while trailing soft kisses down her belly.

For a moment, he disappeared beneath the table’s edge, and then there was gentle pressure on her calves as her boots slid off.

Those too were tossed across the room with a kind of frenetic glee, as were her pants. Cold air kissed Seph’s bare skin, and she felt the ripple of goosebumps across her thighs.

Torin resurfaced, his red eyes intense and searching and so wholly focused on her that they seemed to glow.

“I have chosen you,” he growled, saying each word slowly, deliberately, seeming to savor the moment even as he trembled with barely contained lust. Seph got the feeling he’d been waiting for this moment for a very long time. “Persephone, there is no going back. Not from me.”

“I got the feeling you might say that,” she rasped as he grabbed her thighs. With this man, it wouldn’t—couldn’t—be anything else. Right then and there, she knew she would never find another male who made her feel this way.

Seph was no bloody supermodel, but when Torin looked at her in that way, he made her feel seriously sexy.

Slowly, deliberately, he spread her legs wide. Seph’s lower legs dangled off the side of the table, her bare feet gently swaying back and forth.

If any other man in the Universe had told Seph she was their fated one-and-only, she would have run far, far away, thinking him to be some sort of psycho.

But this was Torin, and everything they did together felt so effortless, so natural, as if their souls had already met in some past life.

He ran his hands down the insides of her thighs, caressing her curves. The obsidian nails crowning his elegant fingers gleamed wickedly, and the sight of his powerful, corded arms sent a shiver of excitement through her. Capable of such brutality, yet so deliberately gentle with her, the predator had turned into a lover.

Torin’s deft fingers edged ever closer to…

“Oh, shit,” Seph whispered, looking down.

She might have been wearing her sexy vintage lace bra, but her panties were freaking dreadful. High-waisted, beige, and well… generous, she wore them because they were comfortable, because she was a goddamn Federation analyst with a job to do, and because she hadn’t planned on getting seduced by a dangerous silver-skinned alien warrior in the vast depths of space.

She hadn’t exactly dressed for the occasion.

Shik.

A featherlight touch skimmed from just below her navel to the opening of her pussy.

Riprip.

“Too. Many. Layers,” Torin rumbled, and Seph caught a glimpse of a long, dark claw as it retracted into the tip of his index finger.

Somehow, he’d managed to slice through the thin fabric of her underwear without marking her skin.

Slashed and torn, her daggy panties fell apart, and all Seph’s stupid self-conscious thoughts melted away as Torin pressed the tip of his finger against her clit.

This.

He rubbed, just a little.

Ohmygod, ohmygod. Her consciousness exploded into a million tiny fragments of pure bliss.

“Ah.” Torin smiled a secret little smile, as if he’d discovered something remarkably profound. “So that’s it.” He got up onto the table, kneeling over her with his legs spread wide, his massive erection straining.

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