Awaken Me Darkly (Alien Huntress #1)(57)
Author: Gena Showalter

“Then take it,” I said, my h*ps writhing as he touched me.

“I will,” he said. “I will take everything you have to give, and then I will take even more.”

He slipped the pink panties from my legs and tossed them to the ground. With a flick of his wrist, he parted the folds of my skirt. He didn’t have to spread my legs; I did so eagerly, willingly, and in the next heartbeat, he was kissing the wetness between my thighs. At the first flick of his tongue, I exploded. Fire, joy, pleasure, all seared me, and my head reeled. My knees shook. I gripped his head, losing touch of where I was, who I was, only feeling an incredible shiver race through me again and again.

And just when I thought I might die from it, Kyrin kissed my heat again until I could only gasp his name. He tasted me, sucked me, made me want him all over again.

My head arched back as delight ripped across my nerve endings. I moaned and cried out, the sounds escaping on ragged catches of breath. My eyelids closed, and I chewed at my bottom lip.

“Don’t stop,” I told him, panting. “Don’t stop.”

He uttered another chuckle, and the vibrations tickled my thighs. “Always the commander,” he said.

Only when I screamed his name again did he stand. He propped his arms on the wall behind me, trapping me in his embrace. “You are beautiful when you come.”

“I want to see you that way,” I said. I curled my fingers around his penis. He sucked in a hiss of breath and muttered something in a language I didn’t understand. “I want to see you when you come.”

“Not yet,” he said brokenly. “I will savor the rest of you first.” A heartbeat passed, a mere whisper of time, before his lips touched mine. His tongue moved over my mouth with heady slowness, exotic and consuming. I tasted myself, and it excited me, reminding me of where he’d been and what he’d done. I moved my hand up and down his length, stroking.

“Do you know,” he said, his voice growing more hoarse with every word, watching me through the thick shield of his lashes, “that you are the most passionate woman I’ve ever encountered.”

“You make me that way.”

“I am glad.” His hands slid languidly up my sides and cupped my jaw. He planted breathy little kisses and nips over my nose, my eyes, my chin.

Warmth skidded along my spine. “I wasn’t glad at first. I was pissed.” I palmed the heavy weight of his testicles.

A bead of sweat ran down his temple, and his words seemed even more labored. “If this is the way you channel your anger, I’ll strive to infuriate you more often.”

I chuckled huskily. He tugged me to my tiptoes for another kiss. While his tongue worked magic, he shifted his hands under my butt and urged my legs around his waist. I spread my thighs and hooked my ankles at his back until I straddled him and cradled his erection without actual penetration.

One of his hands flattened against the base of my throat, so warm, so inviting, a heartbeat away from dipping inside my shirt and cupping my breast. But that strong, masculine hand remained in place, teasing, taunting. Tormenting.

As one expectant minute ticked by and then another, my ni**les hardened painfully. The rosy peaks anticipated his touch and strained against the silkiness of my top. I shouldn’t have been this excited. I’d already come twice.

“Kyrin…”

“Mia.” With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he traced a path down my sternum. He traced the seam back up again, never once deviating from that path. “I told you I want to savor you. Memorize you and brand you. Later is the time for wild and rushed.”

“I want wild now.”

He only uttered a soft but strained chuckle. “In this I will have my way.”

“We’ll just see how long you can hold out.” I’d long since lost control over my body where he was concerned, and strangely, I didn’t mourn the loss.

He pressed his erection against me, and I gasped. I rubbed my chest against his, urging him on. He moaned, bit my collarbone. His hands were everywhere, all over me. Every so often he paused to simply look at me, or to whisper erotic promises in my ear, but always he left me aching for more.

“You feel so good against me, angel. I have to touch more of you.”

“Yes, yes,” I groaned, then, “No, no,” when he did. I was on fire for him.

“Did you ever imagine that a human and an alien would feel so perfect together?” he asked. His tongue licked and sucked my exposed neck and chest. He kneaded my butt. I writhed; I melted into him; I tried to force his hands where I needed them most, but he always thwarted my efforts by drawing his palms a safe distance away.

“Damn you, Kyrin. Let’s finish this.”

His laugh was a taut, desperate purr. His hands dipped inside my gown. But instead of cupping and squeezing as I so ravenously craved, he teased a fingertip around my nipple. The action only increased my frustration, my need. How was he doing this to me? Making me want, need more?

Then he grazed the tip of my waiting nipple with his teeth.

My h*ps jerked, and I almost came again. “Yes, there. Right there! Do that again.”

He gave my other nipple the same treatment—a light grazing, followed quickly by the heat of his tongue. My lower body arched into him. Just one more touch. One more.

“Where else do you need me?” he demanded, all touches ceased.

“Everywhere, damn it.” I reached between our bodies and wrapped my hand around the hardness of his cock. Watching his face intently, I led his hand to the juncture between my legs and guided his fingers through my dark curls. Then I rocked forward.

Contact. I moaned. His hand darted away. I growled and followed. In the next instant, I heard fabric rip, felt cool air. I was suddenly completely na**d and flat on my back. Kyrin stood over me, his chest heaving, his c**k ready. His hair seemed lighter than a ray of sunshine, and his eyes…his eyes were blazing with passion, bright and crystalline. He gazed down at my body, at my spread legs and wet arousal.

“You amaze me,” he said. Muscles bunching, he knelt and crawled over me. We both gasped as skin met skin. “I’d hoped to prolong this, to prolong our pleasure, but you are driving me crazy with your little moans and your bold caresses.” He rocked himself against me, careful not to enter me.

“Just like that,” I gasped. “Do that again.”

He did, gliding back and forth in the slick V of my thighs while I rubbed myself against him. He kissed my br**sts, dragged his teeth over my ni**les, and positioned himself for penetration. He poised himself at the precipice, not actually pushing inside.