Chapter 17
Light-Years
His heart thundered, and hope loosened the knot in his gut. Nicole tried to step back, put some distance between them, but Krir caught her and pulled her close. He tucked her hair behind her ear.
“No, no, I want you. Please. I love you, too.”
And he kissed her, softly at first, then deeper. His tongue teased her lips, and she opened for him. He tasted her quickly, lightly, desperate for more, but he broke away. Krir breathed deeply, and a low, rumbling laugh reverberated in his chest.
“Our lovely host mentioned we’re expected to share a room,” he said.
“Yes…”
“Do you think the beds are big enough for two?” He resisted the urge to drag her to a quiet corner and kiss her again. What he truly wanted to do required a bit more privacy.
“Only one way to find out.” Nicole twined her fingers with his and pulled him along, aiming for the pod on the far right, which few had entered. A door was open, and no one was in the room.
Krir shut and locked the door behind them, his gaze never leaving the woman standing in front of him.
He tugged her into him, capturing her lips as his hands roamed under her too-big shirt.
He cupped her breasts and ran his claws lightly over her hardening nipples.
Nicole shivered with pleasure. Her palms drifted down until she rubbed his hard cock through his lightweight trousers.
He groaned into her mouth, ready to come at her gentle touch.
“Want more?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Yes,” he hissed, trailing his lips along her neck and nipping at her collarbone.
“Take off your pants.”
He didn’t listen and pulled off his shirt instead, carelessly tossing it to the floor. He had plans, and his pants stayed on.
“Is the translator malfunctioning?”
“No.” He grasped the hem of her shirt and removed it. It fluttered away to join his.
His gaze followed his fingers as he traced a winding path over her chest, circling first one breast, then the other.
She trembled deliciously, needfully. The pad of his thumb teased a nipple before he lowered his head and flicked it with his tongue.
Nicole moaned and threaded her fingers through his feathers.
He dropped to his knees, kissing her belly.
He stopped at her waistband, inhaling deeply.
Musky and sweet, a hint of fresh grass. He wanted nothing more than to wrap himself in her scent.
“I want to taste you”—he cupped her mound through her pants—“here.”
She clutched his shoulders, her knees wobbling. “Yes, please.”
Krir yanked down her pants and pressed her against the bulkhead. Goosebumps erupted on her legs as her back made contact with the cool surface. He lapped her languidly, relishing her taste. She was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and there was nothing he would rather be doing.
He found the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and circled it with his tongue.
Nicole’s legs nearly collapsed, and her grip shifted from his shoulders to his head.
He lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder.
The sounds he made were obscene and wet, and the noises escaping her lips added to the carnality.
Krir closed his lips over her clit and sucked.
Nicole shuddered out a release, biting her lip to avoid crying out.
Still, the mewls falling from her sweet lips sent waves of desire through him.
Weightless and orgasm-drunk, her boneless body slid down.
Krir eased her onto his lap and kissed her, long and deep. She sucked lazily on his tongue.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He broke away and brushed her hair from her face. “I doubt I will ever be done with you.”
“Mmm, sounds nice.” She kissed his nose, his cheek, and another peck on the lips.
“Tell me that the hundredth time you’ve screamed my name.” In a swift movement, he stood, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to a bunk barely large enough for one, his hard length begging to be let out.
He placed her gently on the bed and dropped his pants.
He grasped his cock at the base and stroked as he examined her from head to toe.
All curves and soft, smooth skin. All his.
A flush crept up her body and rested in her cheeks.
She licked her lips, her gaze focused on his cock.
The unabashed desire set him alight once more, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her.
“Please, Krir.” She clutched his arm, and with a sly smile, he crawled on top of her.
Balanced precariously on the narrow bunk, he teased her entrance until her back bowed and little whimpers escaped her lips. In an effortless thrust, he gave her exactly what she desired.
His kiss swallowed her scream as he bottomed out.
With each stroke, she writhed under him as she sought another release.
Faster and faster, his thrusts created a rhythm lifting them higher until she crested the sweet wave again, her channel clamping down on him.
His dam broke, and he fell into the rushing waters of joy and love and desire along with her.
His heart slowed and he fell onto his elbows, kissing her again, soft and sweet.
“Love you,” he whispered.
“Love you too.”
He eased out of her and flopped on the too-small bunk, wedging himself next to the cool bulkhead. She snuggled next to him, resting on his chest. Her breath drifted over his scales. If she continued squirming, he’d be ready for another round in no time. With his perfect human, he’d always be ready.
She’d crossed light-years to find him on a desert planet. He was hers, and she was his. He was never letting her go.