The Alien’s Unwanted Bride (Alien Brides #4)

Chapter 18

EIGHTEEN

A s she slipped the last button free, Zora slid her hands across Dravek’s hard chest and pushed the fabric off his broad shoulders. He shrugged out of the shirt the rest of the way and tossed it carelessly to the floor.

Emboldened by her desire, Zora unfastened his belt and dropped to her knees before him, dragging his pants downward with her.

Dravek reached out to caress her cheek. “Zora, you don’t have to do this.”

She looked up at him through her lashes. “I want to, Dravek. I need to show you how much I want you.”

Zora took him into her mouth, relishing the taste and feel of him on her tongue. She loved pleasuring him this way, savoring every moan and gasp she drew from his lips. His fingers threaded through her hair as she worked him deeper. The intimacy and raw sensuality of the act made desire pool hot and heavy in her core.

Just as she sensed Dravek nearing his peak, he gently tugged her back. “Zora, wait...” His voice was rough with need. Strong hands urged her to stand.

Once on her feet, Zora swiftly shed her own clothing, letting it fall onto the floor. Taking Dravek’s hand, she led him to the bed and gently pushed him down onto the mattress. Crawling over him, she straddled his hips, the slick heat of her arousal pressing against his hard length.

“I want you, Dravek,” she breathed, “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Not yet,” he said.

Dravek gripped Zora’s hips, slowly dragging her up his body. A shiver raced through her as she realized his wicked intent. He positioned her thighs on either side of his head, her glistening sex mere inches from his lips.

“Dravek...” She gasped his name, need and nervousness warring inside her. Being splayed before him so intimately, so vulnerably, set her heart pounding.

“Shh, let me pleasure you.” His heated gaze seared into hers. “I want to taste your desire.”

With aching slowness, he brought his mouth to her slick folds. The first stroke of his tongue against her sensitive flesh sent lightning bolts of rapture speeding through her veins. Zora cried out.

He explored her with long, slow licks, savoring her essence. Each sweep of his tongue stoked the flames burning under her skin. Dravek feasted on her like a man starved, devouring her with a sensual hunger that left her writhing.

Pleasure built inside Zora as Dravek worshipped her with his clever mouth. He drew her most sensitive bud between his lips, suckling firmly, and she saw stars. Her thighs trembled, core clenching as ecstasy neared its breaking point.

“Dravek, yes! Don’t stop!” She was so close, teetering on the knife’s edge of release.

His grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place as his tongue delved deeper, thrusting into her channel. The added stimulation proved too much. With a keening moan, Zora shattered, waves of blinding bliss crashing over her.

As she slowly drifted down from the heights of her climax, Zora felt Dravek pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs, her abdomen, the valley between her breasts. He made his way up her body until they were face to face, his weight solid and warm atop her.

Zora could see the barely leashed hunger in his eyes, the urgent need straining his control. He nestled his hips in the cradle of her thighs, the broad head of his erection nudging her slick opening.

“I need you, Zora. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” His voice was a low growl that pebbled her skin with goose bumps.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Zora pulled Dravek closer until his brow rested against hers. “Then take me, I’m yours.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Dravek eased himself into her, filling her core with a deep, primal fullness. The exquisite stretching sensation almost made Zora moan aloud.

They moved together in a languid rhythm, Dravek taking his time to pleasure her, his thrusts deep and unhurried. The ache inside Zora continued to grow, the flames of desire stoked with each tantalizing caress, each leisurely thrust. She could feel herself clenching around him, her inner walls spasming, urging him to go faster, harder.

As though sensing her unspoken demand, Dravek increased his pace, his strokes becoming more urgent, greedier. He angled his hips, rubbing against a spot within her that sent sparks shooting through her.

Zora’s nails dug into the comforter, her head tossing side to side as the familiar heat once again pooled low in her belly.

“Oh, Dravek! Faster!”

He obliged, his thrusts now hard, punishing, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm that echoed through the quiet room. Their breaths mingled in a symphony of desperate pants and moans, each one a testament to their escalating hunger.

Zora’s orgasm built within her. “I’m... I’m...,” she panted, unable to finish her sentence as the world around her shattered into a million pieces.

White-hot pleasure consumed her, every nerve ending in her body lighting up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

Dravek groaned out her name as he came, his powerful release triggering aftershocks that rippled through Zora’s spent form.

For a moment, they lay entwined, their panting breaths the only sound in the room.

“That was...” Dravek trailed off, seeming at a loss for words.

Zora propped herself up on one elbow, smiling down at him. “Amazing? Incredible? Earth-shattering?”

Dravek chuckled, pulling her down for a soft kiss. “All of the above,” he murmured against her lips.

As they settled back into the pillows, Zora nestled against Dravek’s chest, feeling safe and content in the circle of his arms. “We should try to get some sleep,” she said reluctantly. “Big day tomorrow.”

Dravek’s fingers traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder. “You’re right. But, Zora?”

“Hmm?”

He tilted her chin up, meeting her gaze with a look of such tenderness it made her heart ache. “Whatever happens tomorrow, know that this - us - it’s special. And when this is all over, I want to see where this can go.”