Page 67 of Fractured Souls

The solid walls and the pod beneath her seemed to fall away, and suddenly it felt like she were floating on a bed of stars.

Everything that had happened before… it didn’t matter now.

She was at a turning point.

A huge fucking turning point.

And it felt incredible.

“Come here,” she whispered, daring to curl her hand around the back of his neck. His skin was warm, almost feverishly so. She pulled him down, pulled his lips toward hers.

They kissed. She ran her hands through his cropped white hair and was surprised to find it silky soft, a delicious contrast to his hard appearance. She moaned as he lowered his body a fraction, allowing his hard torso to press against her. Only the thin fabric of her top separated them. He pushed it up, his fingers skimming over her thighs, finding her slick entrance. His thumb grazed her clit, and she nearly had a meltdown as he kissed her harder, his tongue probing and insistent, his other hand caressing the side of her face.

As she ran her fingers through his hair, she felt something… different. At his temples were slightly raised areas, as if he’d once had a pair of devil-horns. Ha. She wouldn’t be surprised. Horns would suit him perfectly. He tensed as she ran her thumbs over those areas, a low, guttural moan escaping his throat.

Oh, so you like that, do you? She didn’t know what it meant, but he seemed to enjoy it, so she did it again.

Something hard and undeniable pressed against her thigh.

His cock.

Holy hell.

She closed her eyes as he dipped his finger inside her, a deep, approving rumble reverberating through his broad silver chest. His scent surrounded her, complicated, masculine, intoxicating.

He stroked her, stretching her entrance, stimulating parts of her that she hadn’t even realized could feel like that.

She brought his head down and kissed his temples, making small circles with his tongue.

His moans turned into deep growls. His entire body shuddered. Impossibly, his cock grew even harder, digging into her thigh. She became acutely aware of its hugeness, and she yearned to have him inside her.

His long fingers thrust deep, and she developed a newfound appreciation for his massive hands. She ran her fingers over his back, marveling at how every muscle was perfectly defined, as if chiseled from warm, living stone.

He was magnificent.

“Nythian…” she gasped. She whimpered softly as he slid one hand over her body, feeling her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. He caressed her nipple, teasing it until it became taut.

Alexis squirmed. How was he doing this to her? She needed more.

“Alexis,” he whispered. “You need to trust me.” His fingers went under her chin, tilting her head back until she was staring straight into his eyes. “Give yourself to me, and I will make sure you never want for anything in this life.”

“No,” she murmured, caressing the side of his face with her obsidian hand. Even with its alien skin of nano-Callidum-infused-whatever, her hand felt as alive as the rest of her.

“No?” He raised a pale eyebrow.

“That’s too… ah…” She gasped as he gently fucked her with his fingers, encircling her clit with his thumb.

“Too what?” He pushed her closer and closer toward climax, almost ruthless in the way he drew out her pleasure.

“Too one-sided.” She took a deep, shuddering breath, watching him through the haze of her lust. A faint layer of sweat coated her face and soaked through her top. Unable to look at his face for any longer—for fear she might go over the edge—she closed her eyes. “I’m not the kind of woman who lets a man take over and do everything for me.”

Now firmly in command of her body, he chuckled, a low, devious sound that was so utterly Kordolian. “You misunderstand, human. I would never seek to rule you… unless that is what you wish, of course.”

No… yes! Her instincts warred as she imagined a life where she allowed this powerful creature to totally consume her. “Wh-what I’m saying… is that you have to have to give yourself to me,” she rasped. “Completely. And then I’ll do everything in my power to give you what you need. What do you want from me, Nythian?”

For a moment, he was silent, gently stroking her, making soft sounds of approval as she writhed gently beneath him, captive to his touch. “Very well. Be my anchor,” he whispered at last. “The one who pulls me back from…” Impossibly, his voice cracked. Now he was raw, almost vulnerable. Here was a side to him she’d never seen before.

From what? Unable to speak, she held the question in her mind.

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