I want him with a desperation that frightens me.
“Please,” I manage, not knowing what I’m even asking him for. “Please…”
His eyes blazing, he removes his hand from between my legs and holds it above my face, dripping my own juice over my chin and into my mouth.
It’s humiliating and carnal, and I find myself parting my lips greedily, letting him splash some onto my tongue as another bolt of lust shoots through my lower belly.
He leans down to kiss me then, and the taste and the scent of him just inflame me more. I kiss him back hungrily, my arousal tangy on my tongue, spreading my thighs further apart as he shifts, his lips still glued to mine, lining himself up to replace his fingers with his cock.
My pussy is so wet that he slides in easily despite his considerable girth, and I gasp into his mouth as he makes me take inch after inch, stretching me wide, filling me in a way I’ve never felt before I met him.
It’s as if our bodies were made to fit each other.
Khan begins to move, slowly, breaking the kiss and lifting himself up until he’s braced on his elbows, his biceps bunching as he grinds me into the mattress. He’s fucking me hard and deep, and I close my eyes, lost in the sensation.
“No,” he growls, “look at me!”
I have no choice but to obey and force myself to open my eyes again, his snarled command enough to once again get me to the edge of climax.
His pelvis puts rhythmic, delicious pressure on my clit, and his cock is grinding back and forth over my swollen G-spot, and I might pass out if I don’t come soon but it’s still building… building.
Then Khan moves once more, sliding one huge, tattooed forearm across my chest until he’s pinning me down, making it impossible for me to even writhe with pleasure.
I can’t move, I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything but lie there and have my brains fucked out by this big, gorgeous beast whose eyes have turned almost black with lust.
He lets out a roar and thrusts hard, and that sends me over the edge, white spots dancing in my vision as I shatter into a million pieces. The searing pain that invariably precedes his climax only serves to prolong mine, and I would scream if there were any air in my lungs.
The hot, wet flood of his cum fills me, the spurts coming in time with his movements. Khan’s so large that I feel his cock pulse even though I’m so wet, I’m dripping, and now my pussy is drowning as he fills it to overflowing.
With a ragged, shuddering groan, Khan removes his arm from my chest, then leans down to kiss me again, tracing my mouth with his tongue, gently nipping my lower lip, distracting me from the searing heat between my legs where we’re still joined.
Even though I’ve come three times, even though he’s still inside me, I want him again. My body reacts to him in a way I cannot control, and that scares me.
Because, while it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, I’m worried that it’s becoming an addiction—one that will be more difficult to break, the more often I give in to it. And since I fully intend to find a way to get back home, Khan and I will part ways.
It’s a damn shame he’s ruined me for other men.
Forever.
* * *
Khan
As much as I wanted to let my little Emma sleep, once I returned from going to check on my crew, I was unable to stop myself.
It was partly the way she looked: her long, slender, pink limbs pale against my sheets, her golden hair tousled around her face, her slightly parted lips.
It was also the need to possess her once more, especially after what happened in the control room.
Ulf help me—this beautiful Hoo-man is making my life all kinds of complicated.
I should have guessed something was up when I entered the cockpit to see Ebel, my lieutenant, looking half sheepish, half mad.
“Where in Ulf’s name have you been, sir?” he asked in a furious whisper. Then, without waiting for a reply, “We have an issue. King Aurus is demanding an audience. Now.”
“Why didn’t you comms me?” I snapped.
“I did. Several times.” His eyes dropped to my bare wrist.Ulfdammit.I forgot to put the damn comms unit back on after my shower.
