Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,104
with her entrance.
“You’re mine now, Tabitha,” he growled, thrusting inside her with a fierce snap of his hips.
She gasped, tilting her head back. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, digging her blunt nails into his flesh.
Zevris hissed at the burst of torturous pleasure that rocked him. He slammed his hand down beside her head. He wasn’t even fully inside her yet, and it was already almost overwhelming.
Staring down at her, he clenched his teeth and pumped his hips again and again, forcing her pussy to stretch around him, forcing her body to accept more and more of him. She was hot, wet, and tight, so very tight, and her pulsing sex clutched at him, eager to draw him deeper.
When his cock was finally fully sheathed inside her, Zevris groaned and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her lavender and vanilla scent. His muscles were tense, and he squeezed the blanket in one of his fists; he was on the verge of spilling, but he refused to do so this soon. As much as he wanted to claim her, to solidify their bond with his seed and mark irrevocably her as his, he needed this to last.
He wanted this to last.
Tabitha’s hands swept over his back and shoulders in soft caresses, spreading tingling warmth across his skin that only deepened the ache in his loins. She turned her head and pressed her lips to his jaw, to his neck, leaving little kisses and teasing him with flicks of her tongue along his ear.
It was more than he could resist. Zevris lifted his head, caught her hair in one hand, and angled her face up toward him. The instant her eyes met his, he slammed his mouth over hers in a fierce kiss and drew his hips back. He drove them forward again, hammering his cock even deeper than before.
Tabitha released a choked cry; Zevris greedily swallowed the sound. Spurred by her reactions, by his overwhelming lust and desperate need, he pumped into her repeatedly, his frantic pace only increasing. A ragged snarl accompanied each of his thrusts, joining her muffled moans to create a savage, sexual song all their own.
Her nails wildly clawed at his back as she undulated her hips, meeting his thrusts.
The pressure in him grew to a maddening degree. His discomfort was only rivaled by the waves of pleasure accompanying it, which were more potent than any he’d ever felt.
Zevris broke the kiss, baring his clenched fangs as he reared back so he was on his knees. He caught her legs and pushed them up, opening her wider and providing more leverage that made him sink even further into her body with each powerful stroke.
Though his lips throbbed in the absence of hers, he found the sight worth the sacrifice—his Tabitha was tantalizing and sensual with her hips angled up toward him, her full breasts and their pearled nipples bouncing, her lips parted in pleasure, and her half-lidded eyes blazing through a haze of lust and pleasure. She was everything he could have ever wanted.
Grasping her hips, Zevris pistoned into her, guttural sounds escaping him with each movement of his hips. His mate writhed beneath him, clutching at the bedding before moving her hands to her breasts as her breathless moans rose in pitch.
He looked down at where their bodies were connected, watching his cock, glistening with her essence, enter her pussy again and again. Something primal swelled in his chest at the sight. He was inside his mate, staking his claim.
Tabitha was his.
“Zevris, Zevris…” she panted, turning her face into the blanket.
Suddenly Tabitha’s body locked, and her sex convulsed. With a cry, she arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut as liquid heat flooded her.
Her climax shattered whatever dams had held his at bay. His every muscle flexed at once, curling his body toward her, and his fingers pressed into her skin, pricking her with his claws. His tail stiffened, stretching straight behind him. He jerked her toward him hard, burying himself as far as he could in her heat just as he exploded inside her.
Zevris roared as his seed blasted into her. He forced himself to keep moving, to maintain the slide of his shaft against her tight, quivering inner walls and thus prolong the ecstasy that had crashed down upon his mind. His eyes closed of their own accord. The pleasure was staggering, forceful, relieving, and enthralling, it was consuming; it was everything. It was her.