“Yes, my Raisa.” His voice was darkly dominant, as his tail worked me in the steamy water and the thick crown of his cock teased my opening from behind.
I reached back and curled a hand around his neck, his hands caressing my breasts all while his tail continued to swirl as deftly as any finger. Then he was pushing his cock inside me, the familiar mix of pleasure and pain mingling in a strange dance as my body stretched again to take him.
I moaned as Wrexxon thrust into me and pleasure pounded a relentless drumbeat. I was helpless to the sensations he provoked, at the mercy of his body’s demands and my own body’s hunger for him. Whatever resistance I’d had to him had faded the longer we were together, until I could barely remember a single reason for despising him.
My breathing was rapid, and I moved my hips to match his strokes, my release building. I was teetering too close to the edge to speak, my breaths desperate as a storm of sensations tore through me.
He gripped my hips and drove his cock deep, making me gasp. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to break you.”
As flesh slapped flesh and water splashed over the side of the bathing pool, I released a hiss. “Your cock is the best kind of hurt.”
He ran a hand up my body, his fingers moving eagerly across the swell of my stomach and the tight peaks of my breasts, feathering over my throat and tangling in my hair. “I warned you that you would not be able to resist me.”
“You said you would conquer me like you conquered alien fleets,” I teased as he moved in and out of me with long, hard strokes. “Is this how you conquered those fleets?”
He choked back a guttural laugh before dragging his cock out and hovering it at my opening. “Those battles, those chases were not nearly as pleasurable as catching you.”
“Maybe I should make you chase me again,” I said, my legs trembling. “Especially if this is what it’s like to be caught.”
“I will gladly chase you to the ends of the universe,” he said through gritted teeth as he stroked deep. “And I will catch you and fuck you until you cannot walk each time.”
I threw my head back, groaning with each deep thrust as my release built again.
“Let go, Raisa,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to feel you come apart in my arms.”
His words made me shake and moan. I dug my fingers into the flesh of his neck as I bucked against him, the waves of my release crashing over me one after the other, leaving me breathless andpanting. When my body was clenched tight around his cock, Wrexxon roared, pounding into me with furious abandon.
We both sagged forward, our breath jerky and our skin slick with water and sweat. After a few minutes, he nestled his head in my neck. “Are you ready for bed, Raisa?”
I ran one hand through his damp hair without turning to him. “Ready for bed or ready for sleep.”
He took my earlobe between his lips and sucked. “What do you think?”
Chapter 36
Wrexxon
“Vaes!”I called as I strode past Venik on the hangar bay, enjoying the look of surprise in his eyes as he registered my presence.
We were nearing Lexxona, and I’d ordered the extraction team to leave as soon as we’d sighted the frozen planet. As commanded, the raiders were assembled around the raiding ships, battle axes ready and expressions fierce.
"You're joining us?” Venik asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.
"It's Jasmine's friend and sisters we're retrieving. I won't delegate that responsibility to anyone else." What I didn’t say was that I wouldn’t order my warriors on a mission that might be a trap without taking the risk myself.
"Of course, Raas." A pause. Then, more carefully: "How is your bride?”
I tried not to let my pleasure show even as images and sounds from the night before flooded my mind unbidden. But among all of them, it was the memory of her drifting to sleep curled against my chest that gave me the most satisfaction. I'd enjoyed my share of females across the galaxy, but I’d never experienced this mix of unrepentant desire and aching tenderness. It was both intoxicating and unsettling.
I grunted in answer, focusing my attention on the ships readying for the mission and on Kolt stomping down the ramp of the lead vessel. His arms were crossed, and his expression had settled somewhere between irritated and resigned.
I tilted my head at him, but mymajakbeat me to the question. “Is there a problem?”
"She's inside," Kolt said, shifting his gaze to me.
I stared at him. "Who is inside?"
Kolt sighed heavily, as if this should be obvious. "Your bride. She insisted that she’s coming on the mission.”
