When I caress her there again, running my finger gently through her folds. She quivers against my fingers, making soft breathy noises at my touch. I gaze up the length of her body. “Kiss? Can I kiss you here?” I plead.
“Oh, yes, please, Ravok. Please kiss me there,” Leelee says, spreading her thighs wide to me, her voice breathless and needy.
This last light of the waning day filters in through the cabin window, bathing Leelee in an ethereal glow. She is so beautiful it makes me ache. I lick Leelee up her center, from her opening to the button of her pleasure. Her flavor bursts on my tongue and I groan against her flesh. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It is heaven – it unlocks something primal within me. I will never get enough. I want to feast on her.
Cradled by her thighs, enveloped in her heat and warmth, I’m on my knees before Leelee, lost to her. Leaning in, I lave my tongue over her core, tasting her unique essence. Her hips roll and arch beneath me, matching the rhythm of my relentless licks. The sweet sounds escaping her lips echo in my ears, pushing electricity through my veins, fueling my actions. Each taste, each sigh from her compels me to unravel her further, pushes me to bring her more pleasure. There’s a rhythm to her, every shift and sigh in sync with my eager tasting.
My pulse roars in my ears, a feral drum beating in time with Leelee’s rolling hips. I’m working her body toward something explosive, something inevitable. The way she raises her hips in rhythm tells me she isn’t far from her release. I draw her taste into my mouth, committing every note to memory.
Groaning deep in my throat, I feast upon her, each stroke of my tongue eliciting a symphony of sighs and whimpers, each tastier than the last. She arches, her fingers scrambling over my shoulders and head, pulling me closer. I oblige enthusiastically, relishing each shudder that courses through her as I continue.
With every moan I coax from her, I’m lost deeper into this exquisite oblivion she’s pulled me into.
This moment is beyond territory or battles or conquest. It’s just Leelee and me, her taste on my tongue, her pleasure underscoring this new beat of my heart. I forget everything else. With each pant, sigh, and moan, I can feel her nearing the edge.
I need to bring her to completion. It is an imperative that is driving me. Everything else is lost in a haze of intense craving, a singular focus that dominates my every thought, and a compulsion drowning out all else.
The sight of Leelee, my Leelee, beneath me is breathtaking. The fire in her hazel eyes and the deep blush on her cheeks tells me she’s nearing her limit. “Ravok…” she whispers, my name a plea, and I can’t ignore the thrill that runs through me hearing her voice breaking on the word.
“Fingers,” Leelee gasps. “Use your fingers too. Please… I’m so close, Ravok.”
I comply, hesitantly at first, curious of the feeling. I start with one, carefully tracing the slick folds of her body before sliding it partway into her. I thrust it shallowly and slowly, shocked at the clutch of her body on my digit. My imagination paints a vivid image of how she would grasp my cock. I growl, gritting my teeth as Leelee rolls her hips, taking my finger deeper. As I startlicking her in time to my thrusting finger, Leelee half-sobs, half-moans, calling out her pleasure.
When I add a second finger, my name becomes a breathless chant on her lips. I glance up her body, where the glow from a nearby lamp illuminates Leelee in a radiance that could rival any celestial body of my galaxy. I am awestruck and my soul flayed open.
Suddenly, Leelee’s body arches like a bow, taut and straining, every muscle strung high in the throes of a climax. A sound, primordial and raw, rips from her throat. I realize that she is screaming my name.
The sensation, the sight, the sound is overwhelming. To know that I brought Leelee such pleasure that she would bellow my name to the ceiling… There has never been a more profoundly gratifying experience in my life. That she allowed me to touch her in such a way is a gift I will cherish forever.
Pride and satisfaction settle heavy in my chest as I watch her. Getting to witness her vulnerability and pleasure is a feeling more profound than I could have ever imagined.
Rising onto my knees, I let my eyes feast on the mesmerizing sight beneath me. Leelee is sprawled out in an alluring disarray, her chestnut curls clinging to her sweaty temples, her hazel eyes clouded with passion. She is flushed, glowing and radiant in her satiation. I have seen many things in the cosmos, but none hold a candle to the sight before me.
From the swell of her breasts to her trim waist down to the shapely curve of her hips, my gaze drinks in every detail.
The sight of her ignites something primitive deep within me, a renewing wave of lust coursing like molten lava through my veins. I suddenly become acutely aware of my own arousal, the thudding pulses of my erection. Yet, my raw hunger is tempered by a deeper longing; I want Leelee – all of her, not just her body but also her spirit, her resilience – her love. My gaze once againlocks onto hers and I see the same desire mirrored in the depths of her hazel eyes.
CHAPTER 37
Lily
Panting, I’m sprawled out on the bed with my limbs still tingling from the most intense climax of my life. Sweat dots my forehead, and my heart hammers wildly against my rib cage. Pulsing aftershocks of pleasure sizzle my every nerve ending. I blink my eyes open, the blurred wooden ceiling slowly coming into focus.
Good lord, what in the hell was that? My orgasm felt like an out-of-body experience. I just came like a freight train – all over an alien’s face.
My gaze trails down my body to find Ravok still nestled between my quivering thighs. He looks like a feral demon rising from between my legs as he rises onto his knees. It should be illegal to be so fucking sexy. Unbelievably, my pussy clenches at the sight of him. My body yearns for more, a desire so deep it reaches down to the very marrow of my bones, each nerve ending screaming for satisfaction. He looks almost savage in this light, a feral creature from another world.
As Ravok straightens up, his erection comes into view. Oh my.
He’s packing a monster in his pants. I unconsciously lick my lips as it pulsates visibly, taut and thick, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. My already racing heartbeat kicks up a notch. It’s as if the very sight of him is an aphrodisiac, kicking off a renewed wave of desire.
No man has ever looked at me the way he does – like I am the best thing in the whole world, no, the whole universe. Ravok looms over me, pressing one fist into my bed.
I find myself holding my breath, desperate to see what he will do next. Ravok cups my jaw with his free hand, taking in my face. He rubs his thumb back and forth along my cheek, murmuring the word ‘soft’ so low I almost don’t catch it. For the first time in my life, I feel treasured. And, god, what a heady sensation. I feel like the most decadent dessert – something he wants to savor – to take small nibbling bites of, wanting to make the pleasure last. He slides his hand from my jaw, teasing his thick fingers down the column of my throat. Then he grazes the pads of his fingers over my collarbone so tenderly that I am left reeling by his gentleness. A fierce alien, a warrior, and yet look at the gentleness and care he is capable of.
He stares at me with a look of all-consuming hunger. His desire for me is so strong it is palpable, making me dizzy.
With Ravok still between my legs, he hovers bare inches above me – so close that I can feel the heat of his body warming mine. If I lifted my hips just a few inches, I could brush my pussy against his erection. Instead of succumbing to that temptation, I sit up, pressing my lips to his. I snake my arms around his neck and tug him closer. I let my eyelashes flutter shut.
