Page 39 of Adored By the Alien Warlord

“It will always find your clit, no matter what position we take.”

“How?”

“It stretches.”

I held out my arms. “Come show me.”

He joined me on the bed, his body half covering mine. I welcomed him with an open heart. His skin felt hot against mine, his weight comforting and arousing allat once. The hard length of him brushed against my calf, but he made no move to rush things.

His lips found mine again, kissing me deeply, his passion sending light blazing through my mind. I arched against him, wanting more, needing so much more.

His lips left mine, trailing down the column of my throat, kissing every inch of skin as if I was sacred ground. I shivered with anticipation as his large hand stroked my breast, his touch gentle yet firm. I arched into his hand, a moan of need escaping my lips.

He paused, lifting his head to look at me with curiosity and wonder in his eyes. “Your breasts are so different from the females of my clan.” Awe filled his voice. “Theirs are flat, not round and full like yours. They nurse our young through tubes that project from that area, though honestly, I haven't seen this up close.”

I tried not to laugh because he was so solemn about this, so earnest. But I was on fire and only this male was going to be able to put the blaze out. I knew this in my heart. So I traced the outline of my breast with my fingers. “These are nipples.” I circled the hardened peaks. “When a woman has a baby, the infant sucks here to get milk. But it's also wonderful when a male sucks on them.”

He frowned. “Wonderful? You're sure about this?”

“Trust me.” Now I couldn't stop smiling. He was cute and endearing, so heartfelt about all this. But his curiosity and hesitancy came from his worry he'd do something wrong or painful. I knew this and that made my smile slide away.

His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “May I . . . May I taste them?” The reverence in his voice stunned me. He was so sweet, so innocent in his excitement, it made my heart swell with love for him.

“Please do.” I cupped his cheek, stroking my fingers down his neck to his chest. “I need you to taste them, lick them, suck on them.”

“Milk?”

“Only if I had a child. No milk now.” Yet. I suspected a yet belonged in that statement, but we'd start with sucking on nipples for the moment.

“It would be an honor.” He lowered his head, his lips capturing one taut nipple. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around the peak. Heat shot through me, a moan escaping my lips. His head jerked up, and my nipple popped out of his mouth. “This is hurting you.”

“No, no. Don't stop. It feels amazing.”

“Ah.” His face cleared, though he frowned at my breast. “I want to make all of you feel amazing.”

“Do what you want with me, then, because I know it’ll feel good. I'm yours.”

With a growl, he sucked my nipple back into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and his tusks in a way that made flames lick across my bones. I bucked my hips up as if he was seated deep inside me and starting to move. Soon. Please, soon.

He groaned against my skin, his hand kneading my other breast, his thumb dragging back and forth across the nipple.

“You taste so sweet,” he said against my skin. “Icould feast on you forever.”

I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him closer. “Don't stop, Davon. Please don't stop.”

He continued to give my breasts attention, his mouth moving from one to the other, sucking and licking until I was writhing beneath him. His hand trailed down my side, over my hip, and to my thigh. He spread my legs gently, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I gasped, his touch sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. “I want to touch you, Maggie. I want to give you pleasure. Will you let me?”

“I want that more than anything.”

With a solemn nod, Davon's fingers glided between my legs, his touch gentle but sure. A groan reverberated against my skin as he found me wet and ready for him. His finger was thick and long, just like the rest of him, and as he slid it inside me, I arched up to meet him, a cry of need escaping my lips. I muffled it against his shoulder, not wanting to alert anyone to what we were doing. If the king hated seeing Davon being kind to me, I could only imagine how he'd behave if he saw this.

But I wouldn't ask Davon to stop. I couldn't ask him to stop. I needed this bonding moment.

He continued to suck on my nipples, his mouth moving from one to the other, as his finger began to pump in and out of me. His thumb found my clit, circling it, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I wasaroused in a way I never had been before, every nerve ending alight with desire.