Chapter 35
Jasmine
Isank up to my chin in the crimson water and let out a moan, folding my arms on the stone ledge as the steaming water uncoiled my muscles. Then the water sloshed around me and Wrexxon cocooned his large body around mine from behind.
He kissed my neck, pressing closer to me as the thick bar of his cock nudged my ass. “You aren’t tired of me already, are you?”
I might be a bit sore from going two rounds in bed, but I was far from tired of him, even if a part of me hated to admit how much I craved his touch. “Not yet.”
He slid his wet his hands so that they cupped my breasts, as he nipped my neck and sent shivers down my spine. “I know we should get some sleep, but I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
Even though his caresses made my legs weak and a rush of heat pulse between my legs, I twisted my head so I could meet his eyes. “I might be changing my mind about you not being a monster.”
He growled, and pleasure skittered across my skin. “I thought I was a brute.”
“You are.” I dropped my head back to rest on his shoulder. “But I guess you’re my brute.”
“I am yours,” he husked, “and you are mine.”
The tip of his furry tail stroked between my legs before parting them. I arched back into him as the tip of his tail circled my clit, a laugh escaping my lips even as my body hummed with desire.
“Your Raisa?” I asked, tentative, even though I knew the title was mine.
“Yes, my Raisa.” His voice was darkly dominant, as his tail worked me in the steamy water and the thick crown of his cock teased my opening from behind.
I reached back and curled a hand around his neck, his hands caressing my breasts all while his tail continued to swirl as deftly as any finger. Then he was pushing his cock inside me, the familiar mix of pleasure and pain mingling in a strange dance as my body stretched again to take him.
I moaned as Wrexxon thrust into me and pleasure pounded a relentless drumbeat.
I was helpless to the sensations he provoked, at the mercy of his body’s demands and my own body’s hunger for him.
Whatever resistance I’d had to him had faded the longer we were together, until I could barely remember a single reason for despising him.
My breathing was rapid, and I moved my hips to match his strokes, my release building. I was teetering too close to the edge to speak, my breaths desperate as a storm of sensations tore through me.
He gripped my hips and drove his cock deep, making me gasp. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to break you.”
As flesh slapped flesh and water splashed over the side of the bathing pool, I released a hiss. “Your cock is the best kind of hurt.”
He ran a hand up my body, his fingers moving eagerly across the swell of my stomach and the tight peaks of my breasts, feathering over my throat and tangling in my hair. “I warned you that you would not be able to resist me.”
“You said you would conquer me like you conquered alien fleets,” I teased as he moved in and out of me with long, hard strokes. “Is this how you conquered those fleets?”
He choked back a guttural laugh before dragging his cock out and hovering it at my opening. “Those battles, those chases were not nearly as pleasurable as catching you.”
“Maybe I should make you chase me again,” I said, my legs trembling. “Especially if this is what it’s like to be caught.”
“I will gladly chase you to the ends of the universe,” he said through gritted teeth as he stroked deep. “And I will catch you and fuck you until you cannot walk each time.”
I threw my head back, groaning with each deep thrust as my release built again.
“Let go, Raisa,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to feel you come apart in my arms.”
His words made me shake and moan. I dug my fingers into the flesh of his neck as I bucked against him, the waves of my release crashing over me one after the other, leaving me breathless and panting.
When my body was clenched tight around his cock, Wrexxon roared, pounding into me with furious abandon.
We both sagged forward, our breath jerky and our skin slick with water and sweat. After a few minutes, he nestled his head in my neck. “Are you ready for bed, Raisa?”
I ran one hand through his damp hair without turning to him. “Ready for bed or ready for sleep.”
He took my earlobe between his lips and sucked. “What do you think?”