Page 52 of An Alien for Her Heart
When one of his claws grazes the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily. Varek rumbles his approval, the sound vibrating through me and making me shudder.
“Sweet sura,” he murmurs against my breast, his fangs grazing my delicate skin. “So perfect.”
Perfect? I want to respond, to tell him that he’s wrong. That I’m nothing but scarred and destroyed within, but my words are stolen by a moan as his claw dips between my legs. I feel the moment he sheathes them as his fingers brush against my center. For a moment, we both pause, caught in the intensity of that single touch.
He brushes his finger again and it travels through my core, the sensitive skin throbbing with the sensation. Varek nibbles on my breast, a deep rumble of a moan making the air vibrate against my nipple. My core swells and throbs in response.
“Show me how to please you, sura,” he growls. “Teach me.” With a trembling hand, I reach between my legs, fingers closing around his wrist as I guide his claw. Varek rumbles, his head lifting as he buries his face into my neck. His tongue flicks out,licking my skin as he breathes in deep. “Gods, you really are a sura.”
“Mm?” A breath shudders from me as my eyes flutter closed, each movement of his fingers sending me higher and higher towards something my body’s craving. “Sura? Why do you call me that? What does it mean?”
“Soft.” Varek rumbles. “Soft beautiful thing.”
A whimper makes me shudder again at his words. My guidance is short-lived. Varek groans as he takes charge, moving his fingers in a pattern that he’s learned far too quickly. He strokes and explores with a single-minded focus, each caress winding the coil of tension in my core tighter and tighter. Another moan rumbles from him as he dips his head again to my other breast and I arch, my body demanding more.
I buck against his palm the moment he finds my entrance, sliding two digits within my heat.
“Please,” I gasp, my hips lifting to meet his touch. “Varek…I…” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for, only that I need it.
Varek growls against my skin. “Patience, sura,” he rumbles. “I want to savor you.”
And savor me he does. Varek’s touch is sure, his claws and tongue pushing me to the brink. When he suddenly eases off me, the rhythm of the digits buried inside me slowing, I open eyes I didn’t realize I’d closed. My vision blurs as I look down a moment before he dips again. Only, he’s no longer over me. He’s between my legs.
The moment his mouth closes over my center, I peak. My body thrashes. I cry out words that have no meaning but mean everything all at once. A deep rumbling sound comes from his chest as Varek pushes his tongue deep within me. Sucking, slurping, he doesn’t let up till he brings me to the brink of ecstasy again and again. Until I’m a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.
I’m boneless as he eases up, the heat of his body disappearing for a moment as I lie there thinking one thing: how will I go back to normal after this? How will I pretend? How will I go back to the solitary, celibate life I’d been leading all the years before?
My vision clears, my chest heaving as I look down, watching this absolute god of a male climb between my legs. He’s bare now, the silken scales on his thighs brushing against my legs as he lines himself up.
“Catherine,” he groans, and I know he’s asking for permission again. Even after all the pleasure he’s given me, he’s still making sure I want him to take his own.
I nod. “Please.” There are tears in my eyes, coming from a place I don’t want to face. When he finally enters me, joining our bodies as one, it’s with a gentleness and reverence that brings tears to my eyes.
It’s too much, the pleasure edging on overwhelming. My hands fist in the bedding, my head tipping back as I surrender to the sensations, to him. He stretches me in a way I don’t remember ever being stretched. My mouth opens in a wordless ‘O’ as I take in a deep, ongoing breath.
I can feel that he’s tapered at the tip, getting thicker and thicker the farther he pushes in. And there are ridges and other externalities that I’m not used to. Such a fact should make me pause. Make me stop and rethink this. It doesn’t. My core quivers, taking him in, wanting him to sink deeper. Wanting him to fill that aching space inside.
When I catch sight of his face, of the snarl, the clenching of teeth with fangs bared, it should scare me. Again, I don’t respond in the way I should.
Varek pulls back and slides in again, his rhythm slowly increasing as the seconds tick by. It’s wet and smooth, his own natural lubricant easing the way for us both. I shudder and I shiver, nerve endings waking up in parts of my body I’dforgotten exist. The tension within me builds till I know I can’t take it anymore.
“Varek,” I manage to gasp out, his name both a plea and a prayer.
Those intoxicated eyes drink me in. “Sweet sura,” he rumbles, his voice low and reassuring. “Let go, Catherine. Let me catch you.”
Oh God…I’m lost.
Lost in him, lost in this moment, lost in the overwhelming cascade of sensations and emotions. My body shatters a moment before I feel Varek stiffen, a deep unearthly groan leaving his throat as his shaft throbs deep inside me.
He collapses as do I, bracing himself up on his arms so he doesn’t crush me, both our chests rising and falling in quick succession. And as we lie there in the afterglow, our bodies still joined, Varek’s arms surround me. He twists, falling on his side and pulling me with him. There, pressed against him in what feels like a world for us alone, his heartbeat is a steady thumping thing beneath my cheek.
For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel alone. I feel cherished, perhaps even…
Desired.
Tomorrow will bring what it will. But tonight? Tonight, I have found peace. I have found connection.
This alien…he could break down every wall I’ve ever built. Could shatter every defense, every carefully constructed barrier around my heart. And maybe that’s what terrifies me more than anything else.