Everywhere their skin touched, it made the fire inside her burn brighter and brighter.
“The gods know that I want you,” he admitted.
Chapter 24
Vaelor
No woman had ever made him feel so strongly before. He wanted to claim her and keep her forever. She touched his ears without realizing that was a very intimate thing that only bonded mates would do. He needed to taste her more than he needed to breathe.
He moved down her body, kissing her soft skin. It was so delicate with its light peach pale coloring. Hoovering over her lower half, he spread her thighs apart to view the most tender part of her.
His fingers gently opened her to him, and he leaned down and took his first taste. A blinding wave of ecstasy came over him. He had to have more. Vaelor licked and sucked, nibbed her little bud of pleasure. She was a drug that he would never be able to get over.
“Oh Vaelor,” she moaned.
He used his mouth, tongue and fingers to bring her to climax, twice. Her screams of pleasure was music to his ears. Vaelor knew he would never get tired of it or of her.
Mara leaned up and nibbled on his earlobe. An erogenous zone for his people. He growled.
Pulling back slightly, he teased her wet folds with the tip of his member. Mara stroked his hair and ears with her fingertips. He felt those strokes like they were directly on his shaft. He had to get inside of her—now.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He gripped her hips in his hands bringing her closer to him so that they could align their bodies. He tried to go slow as he pushed inside of her. She was human and they were smaller andmore delicate than his own people. She was so tight but felt so right.
He pulled out only for a moment then he moved back inside of her, over and over. Deeper and deeper. She held onto her arms, her nails digging into his skin.
“Faster,” she demanded.
Vaelor was only too happy to meet her demands. He began a strong and harder pace, plunging deeper and harder and faster. deep. With every plunge he felt her inner muscles squeezing him. It was the most exquisite torture he had ever endured. He never wanted it to end.
He couldn’t stop touching her everywhere. Her skin was soft and smooth. His body didn’t have hair like many other species, but his skin was tougher and thicker. He worried for a moment that he would feel too rough against her.
“Vaelor, you feel so good,” she told him, raising her hips to meet his thrusts.
All his worries evaporated. His male pride was pleased that he brought her pleasure.
Mara wrapped her legs around his waist, and he nearly lost all his focus. The new position allowed him to go even deeper. She came again but he couldn’t stop now. The instinct his people have when they met the one they wanted to mate with came over him, he had to mark her now.
Mate? Where did that idea come from?
With his continued strokes of his member and his hands, he brought her close to another climax.
“Please,” she begged.
Vaelor could hold nothing back. He allowed his primal instinct to take over and he began to thrust deep and hard into his female.
Claim her!
Mark her!
Make her mine!
He felt the pressure of his release coming, a tightening up his legs and spine. Lifted with his arms and pressing down with his lower half, he called out as his cum shot into her, coating her, marking her as his.
She screamed her own release and for a moment, he thought she may have lost consciousness. He rolled them over so that she laid on top of him and he held her there, never wanting to let her go.
