Page 58 of Alien Healer’s Mate

“Beautiful,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of her.

His big hands slid around her ankles, strong fingers gentle as he traced delicate patterns over the skin there. His eyes darkened as his thumbs brushed against her, his gaze traveling up the insides of her thighs.

Then he grabbed her ankles and yanked. She slid down the mattress with a squeak. It should have been embarrassing, but he shouldered his way between her thighs and a second later his mouth was on her.

“Oh, fuck—” she gasped as he dragged his tongue between her folds.

He found her clit and her back arched off the bed. Her hands flew to his hair to hold him in place, exactly where she needed him.

He rumbled approval against her flesh, the vibration shooting up her spine, and she whimpered. Then he closed his mouth over her clit, suckling.

Her vision went white.

“Kellat—” She panted, heels digging into the heavy muscles of his back as she writhed against him. “Ohmygod, please. I need⁠—”

He lifted his head, and the sight of him, his lips wet with her and his eyes blown wide and black, nearly sent her over the edge.

“I need you,” she demanded, tugging at his hair. “Now.”

He climbed over her, fitting his hips between her thighs to fit the broad head of his cock against her. She caught her breath at the size of him, and a second later, he pushed.

The stretch burned so perfectly she moaned, her nails scoring his shoulders. He was so big, but she loved that initial moment of resistance before her body yielded.

Bracing himself over her, he worked himself in slowly, rocking his hips back and forth. He entered her one thick inch at a time, his jaw clenched tight as he watched her face.

“More,” she urged, wrapping her legs around his waist. “All of it. Now.”

“Impatient,” he ground out, but snapped his hips forward anyway.

He bottomed out with a groan from the center of his chest. She cried out, her head falling back as he filled her completely. For long seconds, his cock throbbed deep inside her, buried so deeply that she didn’t know where she ended, and he began.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She dragged her eyes open. He was braced above her, silver hair falling around his face like a curtain. His gaze locked on hers, fierce and possessive, and then he started to move.

It was slow at first. Rolling thrusts that dragged his cock over that one spot inside her, the one that made her see stars. Then he upped the pace, his thrusts harder. Faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound lost under the wet slap of skin and their ragged breathing.

“Mine,” he snarled, his hips pistoning. “Say it, kelarris.”

“Yours,” she gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I’m yours, Kellat. All yours.”

Shifting angle, he ground against her clit with every stroke. Heat built and within a few strokes, she shattered.

Her climax crashed through her in violent waves, her pussy clamping down on his rigid length. She screamed his name, her back bowing up off the mattress as pleasure cascaded through her.

He snarled something in Latharian and drove deep. Once. Twice. On the third thrust, he slammed home and stayed there, roaring his release against her throat. His cock jerked and pulsed inside her, flooding her with the heat of his seed.

For long moments, she couldn’t move. Neither did he. He stayed braced over her, his forehead against her shoulder, his breath hot and harsh against her skin. She could feel him still twitching inside her, still hard, and she clamped down just to feel him groan.

“Kelarris,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her sweat-dampened neck.

“Beloved,” she whispered back, a smile curving her lips as she nestled in his arms.

She’d joined the LMP as a means to an end, a way to escape life on Earth. She thought she’d find a comfortable life, nothing more.

She certainly never thought she’d find the perfect (alien) guy, and the other half of her soul.

Delilah snored.