Page 64 of Taming Chaos

He leaned down and slipped one finger inside her.

His touch sent a pulse of molten sensation all the way to her core. Seph writhed on the smooth surface of the table, her back becoming slick with sweat.

Sweat beaded in the valley between her exposed breasts. It coated her face and neck and shoulders. Despite the room being very, very cold, she suddenly felt very, very hot.

Torin moved his finger back and forth, stroking the roof of her pussy. His other hand was pressed against the table beside her face. Slowly, he lowered himself, capturing her gaze, performing sorcery with that talented finger of his.

Smiling.

It wasn’t a sweet smile. It was fierce, triumphant, possessive.

You’re mine now.

In a single look, that’s what he was telling her. The expression on his face could only be worn by a Kordolian. Sharp fangs glistened in the dim light, a powerful reminder of his alienness.

“Persephone…”

“Y-yes, Torin?”

“I can’t hold back any longer.” His voice cracked.

“Then why are you waiting?” Her words were a hoarse whisper.

“Just wanted to make sure you were ready.” He removed his finger from her pussy and brought it to his mouth. Slowly, sensually, he licked her glistening juices from his finger, his savage smile widening. “You are ready.”

The way his dark lips moved made her quiver inside. Oh, how blissful it would be to feel his hot mouth down there on her…

Torin thrust inside her, filling her with his warmth and power and the glorious ridges of his magnificent cock. He threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her deeply as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Seph was no longer in control of her body. She’d been reduced to a helpless mess, and for everything Torin did to her, she could only respond in kind.

He pumped his hips, grabbing the soft flesh of her thighs and her ass, his grip firm and unrelenting. His honed body moved against hers, and he fucked her again and again.

Curves against muscle, freckles against silver, softness against power, human and Kordolian. They were a study in contrasts, but together, they were whole.

Seph became lost in Torin’s driving rhythm. Harder and faster he moved, until the constant pressure on her tender clit made her draw deep, ragged breaths.

She gripped his arms, feeling the swell of his triceps as they bunched and flexed, holding on for dear life as his lovemaking became wilder and wilder.

Suddenly, his hands were on her arms, and her wrists were crossed above her head, pinned down on the table. His hands closed over hers, holding them down in an iron grip.

Really, she was powerless against this lethal Kordolian. If he wanted to restrain her, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

The way he held her now—she liked it.

A deep growl escaped his throat, and he slammed into her, taking her arousal to a completely new level. It was the feeling of his hot, smooth skin on hers. It was the primal sounds emanating from deep within his chest. It was the look on his face—pure, savage alien. It was the way he held her down and demanded her body, her pleasure, her complete undivided attention.

And the delicious tightness in her core grew and grew and grew, until…

Climax.

A hoarse cry burst from his lips as he came, and his warmth spilled over, and he pounded her again and again until every last drop of him was spent.

Satisfied, he released her wrists and looked down, his face softening for the first time.

He kissed her slowly as he gently withdrew…

And froze, his handsome features creasing into a look of acute concern.

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