27 Penny #3
Needing no further beckoning, he bent over me again, braced on his strong arms. His knee slid upward, pushing my leg up so he could settle between my thighs, opening me wide for him.
His cock, swollen with need, pressed like hot iron against my belly as he rocked his hips forward.
I moved my hands over his shoulders, along his muscled arms, and across the plane of his broad chest, trying to memorize him with my touch.
Trying to understand every contour. Every scar. Every vein.
He peered deep into my half-closed eyes, gripping my chin lightly between his fingers.
“Look at me,” he said. “If we never made it off that rock, I would have found you at every turn. In every challenge. I would have slaughtered anything that touched you, Penny.” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.
“And I would take you as my prize in front of everyone, again and again, just to remind them all of what you are to me. Mine.”
A shiver rolled through me and at that word, I almost came apart.
He reached down between us, his fist encircling his hard length as he adjusted himself. When I felt the tapered tip of his massive cock pressing to my entrance, I sighed, anticipating the stretch.
“And I’d want to hear you,” he said as he began to drive forward, spreading me mercilessly around him.
I closed my eyes, arching, my mouth agape in silent pleasure.
He took my chin in his hand again. “Look at me,” he demanded, sliding in another inch.
I peered into his dark eyes as he filled me, my nails biting into the flesh of his chest. “I want to know this look.”
He pushed deeper, forcing my body to bend once more to his welcome invasion. I whimpered in blissful torment as the head of his cock met the depth of my body.
“Louder,” he said, pulling slowly out and then driving his hips forward again.
I moaned, pushing up with my heels in invitation.
“You wanted to know what I want,” I panted. “This. I wanted your declaration. I wanted you to claim me so everyone knew.”
“Penny, I do want you,” he whispered, his thrusts growing more eager. “I need you.”
I nodded, my body rocking against the bed with every surge of his hips. He began to lose himself, abandoning all control, and I loved it. I wanted to feel him take what he desired, no restraints. No rules. No reservations. Just pure, selfish desire.
“Take what you want,” I said. “Show me.”
He snarled, pushing up until he was knelt between my legs, his hands gripping my hips hard.
When he began to move me against his cock, the angle felt different.
Deeper. Too intense to breathe. I bowed off the bed, my fingers curling in the sheets as he ruined me, using me to find his pleasure.
His release. And in seeking his release, he was pushing me closer to mine.
“Oh, god,” I shuddered.
His deep, throaty groans as he approached his pinnacle was as potent as his tongue against my clit.
My pulse sang with every pump of his hips.
I reached a hand down, my fingers sliding over my belly where I could feel the girth of his cock slamming into me again and again.
I reached further, my fingers finding my clit already abused and still crying for attention.
I circled my swollen bud, shivering with every stroke, unable to get a full breath.
Thilar peered down at our conjoined bodies, watching.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as every muscle tensed with every thrust. It made me wild.
I could watch it all day long and not lose interest. Those muscles had been used time and time again to defend me and now they were being used to give me pleasure.
“Come for me, Penny,” Thilar said. “Come for me now.”
The stern sharpness to his tone was enough to carry me over.
I fondled myself a few more times only to feel my body giving in to the sudden and overwhelming explosion of pleasure that had been building deep inside since I glimpsed him in my room.
I arched, a throaty cry tearing from my mouth as my orgasm assaulted my senses.
A storm of wild ecstasy licked my every nerve ending, from my belly to my toes.
Thilar renewed his efforts, fucking me the way I’d asked.
Like he had won his prize. He tortured me through my release in search of his own and as my pleasure began to taper off, he peaked, tensing his muscles.
He snapped his hips forward, seating himself deep, and threw his head back as if to address the heavens.
Heat pooled deep inside me as a helpless groan rolled out of him.
I watched, savoring the sight of him, so unbelievably perfect in a way I never imagined I needed someone to be, surrendering to exactly what he wanted.
As the last whispers of his release left him, he dropped his head to look at me, panting but not yet spent. He folded over the top of me, his hands spanning my waist, and I reached for him, tugging his face closer.
“That,” I breathed. “Is how I want you. Unburdened. Unafraid of wanting me.”
He kissed me softly, pushing his hips forward with a gentle thrust to remind me that he was still inside. Still hard. Still craving more.
But I was already tender and, in the morning, I would be sore. Not that being sore was a bad thing. It would always be a reminder of the exhilarating moments before. I hummed my approval, lightly nipping at Thilar’s bottom lip.
“I want to tell you something,” I whispered. “And I want you to understand that it means a lot to me.”
“Tell me. Tell me anything.”
I took a deep breath, taking in his scent once more as I peered up into his eyes. “I love you.”
“Explain this word,” he whispered back, stretching his legs out behind him so he was pressing is weight against me, sliding his cock deeper.
“It means I cherish you, more than anyone. It means that if I had been forced to leave you, my heart would have shattered, and I never would have healed. Not really.”
He paused for a moment, his gaze tracing over my face with slow precision. “Monrians do not have a word to match. In the old days, before we were what we are, you would have been my kahora.”
“What’s that?”
“The one I’m promised to. My other half.”
A warm smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “I like that.” He rocked forward, his motions careful and patient. “On Earth you’d be my boyfriend. Or maybe my husband, if you asked,” I joked. “But I like kahora better.”
“I would be your ka’haal.”
“Even better,” I smiled, tracing my fingers over his lips. “I can’t believe you’re here. I don’t know what I would have done if I couldn’t see you again.”
“I would have found you. I always will, no matter what. I’ve decided.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Penelope. You’re my meteor.”
I furrowed my brows, wondering if he got a word wrong there, but he just smiled.
“I have always been on a straight path,” he elaborated. “And you are the meteor that knocked me off course. And I am thankful for it.”
He reached over the edge of the bed, his hand slipping into the pocket of his pants to fish something out. Next thing I knew, he was lifting a thin, gold chain over me. On the end of it was a tiny, jagged rock caged by gold wire.
“A long time ago, this would be something to give a kahora,” he explained. “It is a meteor shard. When I met with the scribes, I swiped this from an artifact cabinet.”
“You stole it?”
He chuckled. “There are hundreds. And as I’ve been deemed unfixable already, my hand reacted too quickly to think about it.”
He sat up, lifting me into his lap as he did so my legs were astride his hips.
“Lift your hair.”
I did as he asked and gathered my damp locks into my hands, lifting them off my neck.
He unclasped the necklace and secured it around me.
It was heavy for its size, but I enjoyed the weight.
It would always be a reminder it was there.
Smiling, I reached up to touch the little pendant, my cheeks on fire.
“On Earth, I would be giving you a ring right now,” I said, my other hand tracing his ring finger. “It would have gone on this finger so everyone knows you belong to someone.”
He looked at me longingly, pushing my hair behind my ear as he studied my face.
“You can find me one later. For now, all I want is this.”
I nodded, my eyes hot with tears. Taking his face between my hands, I kissed him. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I was going to sleep without worries and wake knowing everything was going to be alright.
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