"If you don't want this," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Then tell me now."
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
"Because if you don't, I'm going to make you mine right now." His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing. "I don't care if I'm covered in blood, or this isn't romantic. I'm a warrior, not a poet. You get all of me, rough and raw."
She reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand. His skin was warm under her palm, his stubble rough against her fingers. She felt the tension humming through him, as if he were holding himself back by sheer force of will.
"Why aren't you naked already?"
The sound he made was low and feral. Then he was kissing her like he was drowning and she was his last breath of air. His mouth crashed down on hers, hot and demanding, and she opened for him instantly. His tongue swept in and she groaned against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. She needed more. Much, much more.
Letting go of her legs, he slid her down the front of his body.
And she felt everything.
Every solid inch of muscle… The hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his stomach, and lower. She whimpered in the back of her throat.
Oh god, lower. The thick, hard length of his cock pressed insistently against the softness of her belly and she could feel the heat of him even through the layers between them.
Her feet touched the deck, but he didn't stop kissing her. His good hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back, and his mouth moved from her lips, along her jaw and down her throat. He grazed his teeth against the side of her throat and she gasped, her knees going weak.
How did a man from a species with no women learn to kiss like that?
She didn't have time to wonder because they tumbled back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. She landed on her back with him half over her, and then they were tearing at each other's clothes with the kind of desperation she'd only ever read about in the holo-romance novels she binged on.
His uniform went first, or what was left of it anyway. Shoving the ruined jacket off his shoulders, her hands skated over bare skin over muscle that flexed under her touch. He hissed when she hit a bruise and she murmured an apology between kisses. She tried to be more careful, she really did, but then he was yanking the shirt over her head and she forgot about careful entirely.
Cool air washed over her bare skin, then his mouth was on her breast. His lips closed over her nipple, hot and wet, and her back arched off the bed. He suckled, hard, and she gasped as the sensation arrowed straight down to her clit. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and all she could do was hold on as he worked her, tongue swirling over the stiff peak.
Then his hand shoved between her thighs.
She hadn't even registered him getting her pants off. They were just gone, and his fingers were there, parting her folds to find her slick and ready. A groan broke from her throat as he stroked her.
"So wet." His voice was gravel. "Draanth, kelarris, you're soaked."
Two thick fingers pushed inside her.
The stretch was immediate and perfect and not nearly enough. She gasped, her hips rolling up to meet him, and he thrust deeper, circling his fingers back. He pressed inside and her eyes all but rolled back in her head at the pleasure.
His thumb found her clit and she keened, a sound she didn't recognize coming from her own throat.
"That's it." He watched her face, eyes dark and intent. "Take it. Take everything."
He fucked her with his fingers, hard and relentless, his thumb circling her clit with devastating precision. She couldn't speak… or think. She couldn't do anything but feel as the pressure built, tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her until she felt like her whole body was strung like a wire about to snap.
"Come for me," he ordered. "Now."
She shattered apart as the orgasm ripped through her, brutal and explosive, and her scream echoed off the walls. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers, but he didn't stop or slow down. Instead, he just worked her through it, wringing every last pulse of pleasure from her until she was gasping and shaking as she clung to him.
Her handsome alien made love like he fought. Ruthless and giving absolutely no quarter.
Before she'd caught her breath, he was there over her. He shoved her thighs apart with a hard knee as he settled his weight between them. She looked down to see?—
Oh holy hell.
She'd felt him through his clothes so she'd known he was big. But seeing it, the thick length of his cock flushed dark and straining toward her, was an entirely different thing.
"Thyaar—"
