My gaze dropped to his cock, already hard and jutting from his body.It was as beautiful as the rest of him, thick and long, the head already slick with his need.A fresh wave of wetness flooded my core, a primal response to the sight of him, to the knowledge that he was mine, and I was his.
He knelt before me, his hands resting on my thighs."Let me," he whispered, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants.
I lifted my hips, and he slowly, reverently, removed the last of my clothing.I was bare before him, vulnerable in a way I had never been with anyone else, but I felt no shame.I felt only a deep, abiding trust, a certainty that this man, this alien who had claimed my heart and my soul, would cherish me always.
He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my mound.I shivered, my hands tangling in his hair as his tongue delved into my folds, finding my clit with an unerring accuracy.The pleasure that shot through me was immediate, overwhelming, but it was different this time.It wasn't the violent, all-consuming storm of our first joining.It was a gentle, rolling wave that built slowly, steadily, a pleasure that was both intense and sustainable.
He licked me with a thorough, focused attention, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive ridge, learning me anew with a patience that was both arousing and incredibly touching.I could feel his own pleasure, a dark, hungry need that was a constant, thrumming undercurrent to my own, and the knowledge that he was enjoying this as much as I was only fueled the fire.
"Sorik," I moaned, my hips rising to meet his mouth."That feels...so good."
He hummed against my clit, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me.Then he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to find that spot that made my toes curl.The combination of his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside me was a potent cocktail of sensation, and I felt the pleasure begin to build, a pressure deep inside me that grew with every stroke, every lick.
"Come for me, Sloane," he murmured against my skin."Let me feel you."
His words were my undoing.The orgasm rippled through me, a gentle, rolling wave of pleasure that left me shaking and breathless.It wasn't the violent or world shattering.This was a deep, satisfying climax that left me feeling cherished, loved, completely and utterly his.
He rose over me, his body a living shadow in the soft light of the room.I could see the raw, primal need in his eyes, but I could also see something else.Something deeper.Love.Tenderness.Devotion I hadn’t earned, didn’t deserve, and would never, ever give up.
He positioned himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my entrance.He entered me slowly.So damn slow.His cock spread me open until he hit my womb.He held perfectly still.Buried deep.My legs wrapped around his hips as I stared into his eyes.Wondered if we could have children.
Trusted the storm to choose our path.To adapt our bodies if that was our destiny.If not, I had him and he was more than I’d ever dared dream I could have.I had a family.A home.Love.
Tears gathered.Slipped down my cheek.
“Your emotions are leaking.”His voice was a low growl.“Sloane.”
“Make me yours.”I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles.Smiled through my tears.They were not sad tears.They hurt.True.But it was happiness.Joy.Love.They only hurt because I’d never felt them before.Not like this.
He pulled out and drove into me in one smooth, hard thrust.The world didn't shatter this time.It settled.The physical sensation of his thick cock stretching me, filling me completely, was eclipsed by the psychic blast of our joining.Every node on my body flared at once.The silver lightning beneath our skin pulsed in a blinding, synchronized rhythm.I felt his love, his awe, and his overwhelming pleasure as if it were my own, and I knew he was feeling mine.
"Home," he whispered, his forehead resting against mine."You're finally home."
He set a slow, deliberate rhythm that was both tender and incredibly erotic.Each stroke sent a fresh wave of pleasure washing over me, a gentle, rolling current that seemed to flow not just through my body, but through my very soul.His movements were unhurried, each retreat and advance a deliberate act of worship.He was memorizing the feel of me, and I was memorizing him—the hard planes of his chest against my breasts, the way his muscles bunched and released in his back as he moved, the deep, guttural sounds he made in the back of his throat with every thrust.
Through our connection, I felt his struggle to maintain this slow pace, the primal instinct to take, to claim, warring with the profound need to cherish, to savor.It was a battle he was fighting for me, and the knowledge made my heart swell until I thought it might burst.
"Let go," I whispered, my hands sliding down his back to grip his firm ass, pulling him deeper."I'm not going to break."
His eyes, dark and intense, locked with mine.A muscle in his jaw twitched."I want this to last."
"It will," I promised, lifting my hips to meet his next thrust, taking him even deeper.The new angle sent a jolt of pure electricity through me, and we both gasped."We have forever."
That was all the permission he needed.The careful control he'd been exerting shattered.His rhythm quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more demanding.The bed began to rock with the force of his movements, the sound of our bodies meeting—slap, slap, slap—a percussive counterpoint to our ragged breaths and moans.
The gentle waves of pleasure were no longer gentle.They were building, cresting higher and higher with each powerful stroke.The silver lightning beneath our skin was no longer just pulsing; it was arcing between us, a visible, crackling energy that filled the room with its ozone scent and the scent of our combined arousal.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, opening myself completely to his possession."More," I demanded, my nails digging into his shoulders."Harder."
He responded with a growl, a sound of pure, unadulterated masculinity that vibrated through his chest and into mine.He rose up on his arms, changing the angle again, and began to drive into me with long, punishing strokes that hit the deepest part of me with every thrust.The pressure was immense, almost unbearable, but it was exactly what I needed, what we both needed.
Through the haze of pleasure, I could feel his own climax approaching, a tightening, a coiling of pure energy at the base of his spine.It fed my own, pulling me closer to the edge.The bond between us was a roaring inferno now, our thoughts, our feelings, our very essences merging until I couldn't tell where he ended and I began.
"Sloane," he gasped, his rhythm faltering for a split second."I can't..."
"Don't hold back," I cried out, my own release barreling down on me like a runaway train."Come with me.Now."
His eyes widened, and then he threw his head back with a primal roar as he slammed into me one last time.I felt the hot flood of his release deep inside me, and it triggered my own.The orgasm that ripped through me was nothing like the gentle wave from before.It was a cataclysm, a seismic event that shattered my world into a million pieces of light and color and pure, unadulterated bliss.Silver lightning erupted from us, bathing the room in a blinding white light as our bodies convulsed together, locked in the most intimate embrace possible.