Treasured By the Alien Pirate by Celia Kyle Page 0,41

between my thighs. Despite the fact there are still barriers of clothing between us, I can feel him stiffening, the throb of his flesh against my inner thighs unleashing sweet hell inside my mind.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he whispers against my lips, one of his hands trailing down my body. Turning his wrist, he flattens the palm of his hand between my legs, and I instinctively push my hips into the pressure. I moan softly as I feel the press of his fingers against my wetness, my eyes rolling as pleasure spreads its wings inside of me. That’s when Grantian changes gears.

Using both his hands, he tears at my clothes with urgent movements, pushing the fabric away from my skin until I’m down to my panties. He kneels between my legs, his eyes widening as he takes in my half-naked figure, and his lips part slightly with amazement.

“You’re stunning,” he whispers, slowly reaching for my bra. He pushes the cups down, freeing my hard nipples, and I do the rest by unclasping it. “You’re beautiful, Lamira,” he continues, softly cupping both my naked breasts with his hands.

I let out a moan as my nipples brush his calloused skin and then close my eyes as he leans into me. Using the tip of his tongue, he laps up the rising curve of my left breast and then sucks my nipple into his mouth. He whips at it with his tongue, driving me completely insane, and that’s when he returns one of his hands between my legs.

I sway my hips from side to side, unable to restrain myself, almost too desperate to have him pressing down on that sweet hidden spot. It doesn’t take long before he decides to give me exactly what I need. Hooking his fingers on the elastic band, he pulls it against my outer thigh with one savage movement. I hear the sound of the fabric tearing and, just a fraction of a second later, the cool air in the room caresses all of my nakedness.

“Oh, sweet Mother,” I breathe as Grantian’s lips abandon my nipple. He starts tracing a downward path with his mouth, laying gentle but maddening kisses over my skin, and I react by taking my hands to his horns. Holding them tightly, I let instinct take the over and push him down, eager to feel his kisses where I need them most.

He takes his time getting there, gently nibbling at the skin on my inner thighs, and by then I’m already wondering if women can die of dehydration when they’re as wet as I am. Sounds silly when you put it like that, but I’ve never been in such a state before. Every single cell in my body is screaming out for him, lustful desperation covering me like a warm blanket.

“Please,” I moan, pushing his head down once more. “I can’t wait.”

Looking up at me, he offers me a wicked grin.

Then he moves in for the kill.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Grantian

She’s delicious. There really isn’t any other way to describe her.

Lying on the mattress, right between her legs, I place my hands behind her knees. I pull her toward me as I trace the contour of her inner lips, using my tongue to savor her, and then I inevitably make my way toward her clit. Carefully, I wrap my lips around it and push down with the tip of my tongue.

“That feels so good,” I hear Lamira say, her hands holding my horns so tightly you’d think she wants to rip them off my skull. As I twirl my tongue around her pleasure bud, she forces my head down with all of her strength, and I have no choice but to give her what she wants. Putting all gentleness aside, I whip her clit at a merciless pace, and that’s enough to draw a string of quivering moans out of her. Her sweet voice fills the entire room, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and returning to me like a symphony. It just adds to my relentlessness.

Keeping my mouth on her clit, I take one hand between her legs and caress her inner folds with two fingers. Carefully, I push them apart and ease my fingers in, my mind brimming with anticipation as I feel the tightness of her inner walls. I already believed she was the perfect specimen, a female unlike any I have ever been with, but I didn’t expect her to be this fucking perfect. To say that