Page 44 of Fated for the Alien Fighter

And he was helping her do that in the most mind-melting way. He was strong and gentle at the same time. His hands, which looked like menacing weapons ending in razor-sharp blades, caressed her skin like she was the softest petal.

His lips were curious to taste every inch of her, from her neck, to her breasts, and–yes, please!–her navel.

His long, narrow tongue–thank you, universe, for that one; just…thank you–dipped inside her navel, as his hands roamed over her thighs, kneading and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.

Nothing in this world could compare with it. Hell, nothing in this universe could.

Leah’s very human mind couldn’t understand exactly what was happening, but, somehow, Taryn’s aura melded further with hers, creating an indescribable feeling. It was as if her deepest wants meshed with his, tightening and reaching new heights.

She felt how much he wanted her, and it only made her desire him more. She could only hope he was going through the same thing, because she didn’t want to endure this growing need alone.

By the way he was almost growling against her skin, she doubted it.

Taryn’s large hands grasped her thighs, slowly parting them, as his mouth trailed further down her body.

His dark gaze snapped to hers. Gone were the slitted pupils in a sea of silver. Taryn’s eyes were all black, looking like a mesh between her dreams and nightmares. It turned her on like she wouldn’t have ever imagined.

Taryn was really pushing the boundaries of her mind. Now she wanted him to push her body to new heights.

“May I?” he asked, a twinkle in his obsidian orbs.

“Yes!” Hey, at least this time, she left out the please.

As soon as the word–fine, yell–left her mouth, Taryn’s insane tongue began its slow descent around her sensitive flesh.

A soft sigh escaped Leah’s lips, as Taryn’s mouth did wonderful, amazing things to her.

“You smell amazing,” he said between licks, sucking on her heated flesh. “You taste amazing.Youare amazing.”

It was a good thing Leah was already laying on her back, because her legs would have turned to jelly at hearing those growled words.

And when his tongue dipped inside her, tasting every inch he couldn’t see, Leah lost it. Her chest rose high into the sky, her head thrashed against the mattress.

Her hands wanted to grasp onto something–anything–to ground herself. By their own accord, they chose to circle Taryn’s horns once more. She couldn’t help herself, they were so smooth and warm, they were begging to be touched.

“You like this, yes?” Taryn asked.

Leah could do nothing else but nod, words already beyond her. She quivered and moaned, her body reacting on instinct alone.

A small part of her knew why–she felt safe with Taryn. She shouldn’t, but she did, and she wanted to savor that sensation, even for this one moment, where she didn’t have to think about responsibilities and missions.

Her body had been made to feel and she wanted to feel all of him.

Leah didn’t know how, but she let her lust for him infuse whatever aura she had surrounding her.

Taryn instantly reacted. His grip tightened on her thighs, his groans turned deeper, his tongue and lips more urgent.

With each lick and suck, Leah rose higher. Higher. Higher than she ever thought possible, and, still, she kept soaring.

Once she felt the gentle sensation of his fangs gliding along her skin, she was lost.

The best goddamn orgasm of her life wracked through her body. Her legs coiled around Taryn’s head, as her head caved into her left shoulder. Her chest rose again, as if her entire being was trying to levitate, as if chasing this feeling to infinity.

It was wonderful. It was incredible. It lasted so long that Leah only crashed back down to reality once she felt Taryn’s body sliding against her back, arms coiling around her in a gentle embrace, so unlike the urgent touches of before.

“What are you doing?” Boy, her voice had gotten gruff. Mind-melting orgasms could do that to a girl.

Had she screamed? Maybe.

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