Chapter 23 #2
Lacey, he’s claiming you and kissing you and you’re just standing there.
Snapping out of her shock, she closed her eyes, thrust her fingers into his hair, and kissed him back, instilling it with all the pent-up desire she’d harbored for so long. All the months she’d yearned for this, craved this…
And now Telok was hers. Hers.
His lower arms wrapped around Lacey and drew her body closer as one of his upper hands cradled the back of her head, locking her in this kiss she never wanted to escape.
Those long fingers slipped into her hair, and the points of his claws scraped her scalp, sending tingles throughout her body.
His kiss was hard, uncompromising, bruising, punishing, his hide unyielding to her soft lips.
It was as though he wanted to mark her as his for all to see.
But she wanted more.
Parting her lips, Lacey licked the seam of Telok’s mouth. His grip on her tightened as he went as still as a statue.
She trailed her tongue over his mouth and its faux fangs, giving them a little flick. “Open to me, Telok.”
Shoulders and chest heaving with his harsh breaths, he obeyed.
Lacey slipped her tongue into his mouth and stroked it against his.
His chest reverberated with a deep purr as his fingers flexed on her.
Emboldened by his response, she stroked his tongue again, tasting the spiciness of his mouth.
His body was rigid and thrumming with tension, and she wanted nothing more than for him to snap.
She wanted him to break free of his self-imposed restraints, to lose control, to give in to the desire that had been consuming him.
She wanted him to take her.
Withdrawing her tongue, she softly kissed his mouth. “Kiss me, Telok.”
With a growl, Telok twined his fingers in her hair and drew her head back. His vivid green eyes burned into hers as he caught her jaw and applied pressure to her cheeks, forcing her mouth to open wider. “Mine.”
His mouth descended upon hers, his long, dexterous tongue delving in.
His kiss was curious yet commanding, leaving no part of her mouth unexplored, no part unclaimed.
She closed her eyes and swirled her tongue around his.
Telok took what she freely gave, demanding even more in return.
Though he had no lips, his alien kiss was searingly passionate, savage, and wet, leaving her utterly breathless with embers smoldering in her core.
Telok’s wood and smoke scent enveloped her, and she greedily breathed him in. But there was something potent and spicy mingled with it—the fragrance of cinnamon and cloves.
That scent filled her senses, flooding her with heat and making her pussy swell and slicken. It made her breasts grow heavy, her skin sensitive, and her core throb with a hollow ache. Restless energy stirred within her. She needed his hands on her, needed that tongue laving her skin, needed…
She needed his cock inside her, filling that empty place between her thighs.
Clutching his hair, she pressed her body closer, feeling his hard-plated chest against her pearled nipples. She emitted a soft whimper.
With a snarl, Telok jerked his head away, breaking the kiss, and Lacey’s world upended.
Her back hit the ground, cushioned by ferns and moss. Opening her eyes, she stared up at Telok as he loomed over her, his legs braced on either side of hers, silken hair hanging to frame his inhuman face.
He was dark, imposing, otherworldly, beautiful.
Lacey reached up to brush her fingers through his loose hair.
Telok caught her wrist. Before she could move her other arm, he seized hold of it as well, pinning them to the ground above her head with one large hand.
“Telok…” she whispered, trying to tug her hands free, needing to touch him, but he allowed her no escape.
With frightening, thrilling speed, he grasped the neckline of her dress with his lower hands and tore it down the middle, ripping the thin straps away and baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
Lacey gasped. Before the damaged silk had even touched the ground, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of her pants.
Lifting her ass, he shredded the fabric with his claws and yanked the tattered remains down her legs, tugging her boots off along with them.
Leaving her naked beneath him.
His glowing green eyes fixed upon her chest. Breaths ragged, he covered her breasts with his lower hands, his callused palms brushing her hardened nipples as he squeezed.
“So…soft,” he rasped.
“I am,” Lacey sighed, arching into his touch. “Oh God, touch me more.”
Telok kneaded her flesh, his caress both possessive and reverent.
Her lashes drifted shut as he fondled her.
With every brush of his palms over her nipples, shivers of delight flittered through her, making her pussy clench.
He wasn’t simply massaging her breasts, he was worshiping them, seemingly obsessed by the feel of them.
He caught one of her nipples and pinched it.
“Telok!” she gasped, eyes flashing open as pleasure shot straight to her clit.
Tremors coursed through him. “So responsive…”
Slowly, as though it took all his willpower to do so, he trailed his hands down, his claws grazing her skin and leaving trails of pleasure in their wake.