Page 75 of Alien Legacy

Her breath hissed, and her body arched and writhed.

Emboldened, he suckled and stroked the nubbin in time with his hand at her trembling sex, his fingers fondling the hard bud. He opened his senses wider.

Her pleasure escalated. She was ready.

He slipped his thick finger inside her quivering channel. Her muscled walls clamped tight. With a moan, he let her nipple go with a pop and closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of her gripping his fingers. Imagining all that firm flesh latching onto his dick resulted in pre-cum leaking out from the tip.

“You are so wet for me, Jelena.” He growled. “Sweet and wet.”

He inserted another finger and probed deep into her scorching channel, searching for that right spot.

She uttered a guttural moan. Her hips angled as she grasped his shoulders.

He tickled the tips of his fangs against her breast.

Her dripping heat flooded his exploring digits.

It was easy to sense how close she was. His balls squeezed. With a ragged breath, he withdrew his fingers.

“Don’t go.” She whimpered.

That was beyond what any man had to bear. Sweeping a hand under the firm globes of her ass, he tilted her hips toward him. Tugging her knees apart, Zamush settled his groin between them and became lost in the intense sense of commitment deep in her eyes. In a flash, he relived her loneliness at being so different and getting lost after her guardian, MoMo, died. Her unrealistic infatuation with Sychar roared up as well as how her fantasy blinded her to everything and anyone else. Now, the only emotion she had for Sychar was bland admiration for what he accomplished in his life.

But Zamush confused her from day one. Her fierce reaction to him was the opposite of the mild infatuation she had for Sychar. With him, she’d become wild, her impassioned emotions overwhelming. What took Zamush off-guard was the fear she harbored. She felt she wasn’t good enough for him. And that once he discovered this, he’d leave her.

Cradling her precious face in his hands, he rubbed his steel-hard length against the sensitive nub at the juncture of her thighs. Before they went any further, he had to convince her that her fears were groundless. To show her his profound need for her.

“Jelena, open to me.” He expanded his senses and caressed her telepathically. “I belong to you, just as you belong to me.” Their connection clicked.

She sucked in a breath and nibbled on her lower lip.

Savage, primitive arousal rose between them. Underneath those volatile emotions, tender love blossomed.

It was hard for them to recognize that sentiment at first. Combining their lifeblood now allowed them the freedom to share and explore this new adventure together.

With a deep groan, he pulled away from the soft juncture and slid down her trembling torso. He pushed her legs apart and nestled his shoulders between them. “I’ve dreamed of tasting this sweet little pussy.” The thought of lapping her cream made his mouth water. He lowered his head, inhaling the narcotic scent of her woman’s desire. Opening his mouth, his greedy tongue tasted her glistening nectar. His mouth circled her swollen nub, devouring the feminine treat with eager laps. He licked and sucked until her body tensed with a suddenness that took his breath away.

“Zamush!” A heartfelt cry. Her orgasm rippled, making her juices spill as her hips heaved against his mouth.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

“You’re mine.” The claim tore from deep inside him as he repositioned. Resting his weight on one hand, he braced himself as he gripped the head of his cock at her entrance. He grimaced, holding back from plunging inside. He’d be damned if he took her innocence in a mindless rut that would disrupt the tender emotions growing between them. Clutching the base of his cock in a tight fist, he struggled to stop the rising tide of completion. When he gained control, he parted her slick folds with the tip of his shaft. He entered, inch by agonizing inch. Her eager whimpers were music to his ears.

“We’ll go slow,” he promised. Yeah, slow… he’d hurt her if he didn’t take her with care. She wiggled, and a shot of tense pleasure threatened his restraint. He paused after a few inches.

The flush across her cheeks deepened.

“Zamush. Zamush.” She chanted his name in an incoherent litany as she gripped his arms.

He threw his head back. Her woman’s heat was so snug it was hard to move. He withdrew, then entered until he hit the thin membrane of her maiden barrier.

“I promise to be as gentle as I can, Jelena.” He gripped her slim hips in his hands. “Don’t close your eyes. Stay with me, so we experience everything together.” Their mental link was strong.

She would feel how the pulsating liquid in her scorching channel encouraged him.

And he would be with her when she went through the pain of their joining.

When the tip of his cock touched the delicate skin, she gasped and stiffened. “Zamush, I...”

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