Khol (Rescued by the Alien)

24. Khol

Chapter 24

Khol

“ C ould you clarify that?” I asked, my voice so raspy, I could use it to sand something smooth.

She stepped closer and gazed up at me. I saw so much hope and wonder in her eyes. Did any of that apply to me or was she just happy about the holiday we were giving her daughter?

“I want to be with you completely, Khol. That means you and me, in your bed with no clothing on.”

“No clothing,” I croaked.

“Well . . .” A frown took over her face. “Unless you don’t want me that way.”

“I want you any way you want to give yourself to me,” I said, finally finding my voice. “I’m falling in love with you, Nancy, and all I can think about is touching you, doing things for you, holding you. I want to be your life and your future and everything in between. So, yes, I want to take you to my bed. ”

Her smile smoothed away her frown. “Then what are we waiting for?”

“Mate,” I said. “Precious mate.” I swept her up in my arms and strode into my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. When I laid her on my bed, all I could see was her. She belonged here, in my arms and in my life forever.

And I was going to show her.

I climbed over her, caging her with my body, though one twitch, and I’d back away.

When she just stroked my arms and looked up at me, a smile teasing across her mouth, I couldn’t resist kissing her.

Looking at her made everything inside me quiver. I wanted this moment, our first time, to be special. This woman meant everything to me. I couldn’t imagine being without her. If only this time could last forever.

I claimed her mouth with my own, drinking from the passion she so readily offered.

Flames burst inside me, making my heart pound. I slid my tongue across the seam of her lips, and when she opened them for me, a groan ripped through me. She wanted me as much as I did her, and that humbled me. There would never be anyone for me but Nancy, but I was beginning to believe that I was all Nancy would ever need as well.

I slid my fingers into her hair, holding her head, angling it to deepen our kiss. With teasing strokes of my tongue, I drew out her passion, feeding both our needs at the same time.

Leaving her hair, I gently glided my fingers across her cheek and jaw. Down her throat to the sweet junction of her neck and her chest. My lips followed. I kissed from her ear to her chin while she clung to my shoulders.

“Khol,” she breathed. “My Khol.”

“My Nancy. My mate,” I growled against her neck.

She nudged me up, and sat, tugging her tunic off and tossing it aside. With a sultry smile, she laid back on the bed.

I’d craved her breasts from the moment I saw them, and this time was no different than the last. I ran my tongue across one ripe bud, then the other, bringing them both to hard peaks.

She arched her spine and tipped her head back, her eyes sliding closed as she gave in to her pleasure.

Needing her touch as desperately as I needed to touch and taste her, I tugged off my tunic, flinging it toward the wall. Just a few seconds away from her breasts was too much. I latched onto her nipple, nibbling gently while rolling the other between my fingers.

Heat spiraled inside me, and my cocks rose to press against my abs.

When she urged me up again, we both stripped everything else off quickly, smiling at each other while we did it.

“Show me,” she whispered, sinking back into our bed, tugging me down on top of her.

Not without making sure she was ready. My fingers had been inside her, and while even thinking about that made me nearly come undone, I remembered how much smaller she was than me. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. I wouldn’t drive my cock inside her until her body was as prepared as it could be.

I kissed across her belly and spread her legs, shooting her a grin. I still couldn’t believe she wanted to be with me, that she cared for me. This was the start of us, and I wasn’t going to waste one second.

Once I started licking, I couldn’t stop. She tasted amazing. I would never get enough. While rubbing one nipple, then the other, I focused my tongue on her clit, licking before sucking it into my mouth, only to run my tongue across it again.

I slid a finger inside her, and when she clenched on it, I almost came right then. How was I going to hold myself back if her body did that to my cock?

My head burst up. “You need to be on the top.”

“What?” She gave me a dreamy, happy look that gutted me. I was making her feel this way. Why was I stopping?

Oh, yes, right. “If you’re not on top, I’m going to split you in two.”

Her eyes widened, and I hated seeing her coming back into herself when I’d been so determined to give her that floaty feeling. “I doubt you’re going to split me in two.”

“It’s a blade. It’ll rip you asunder.”

“It’s a cock, not a chainsaw.”

I had no idea what a chainsaw was but— “Maybe we shouldn’t do it at all. I can stroke myself. You can do the same. We’ll both find pleasure.”

She sat up, her face scrunching. “I’d love to watch you jerk off, and I’ll happily get myself off with you watching, but I think we’re talking about two different things here. ”

“My cock is going to shred your insides.” I felt frantic now, determined to protect this woman I adored above all others.

“Stop. You’ll give me a complex.” Her laughter burst out.

I joined in, though I wasn’t sure what was so funny.

She cupped my face. “You’re not going to hurt me. We’ll take it slow and,” her smile grew, “if you want, I’ll be on top.”