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Not that Miya had any panties.
The deep, heavy kiss had her rubbing against him, fingers digging in his pecs. His cock pulsed against her belly, and she slid one hand between their bodies. She was going to make him see stars–
Therak caught her wrist before her hand could reach its target. At the same time, his lips moved to the rim of her ear, alternating between nips and kisses.
She had had no idea her ear was an erogenous zone of hers. She was moaning again, even before Therak moved to her sensitive throat and unleashed his devastating technique there.
Looked like Miya was into playful nips and love bites after all. The slight feel of fangs against her skin as he moved his hot mouth down her throat only made things more thrilling. There was no fear he would hurt her, only pleasure.
She wanted to reciprocate, but his hand still kept her wrist a prisoner. When she moved her other hand to his ass and tried to bring his lower body even closer, she found herself abruptly spun around.
“Therak, what the hells?”
“This is about you, Miya, not me.”
“Wha–Ahh…”
His fingers had just pinched a nipple, the pressure just right to make Miya weak at the knees. His other arm went around her waist, keeping her pressed firmly against him, her back to his front.
“You must be more focused on surviving,” Therak whispered in her ear. “Your need for my touch is what has you so distracted, so I’ll give you what you need.” He circled the stiff peak with a fingertip. “I’ll center you.” Another delicious pinch.
Miya groaned in his hold. “But what about your needs?” She wiggled against him, his cock hot against her lower back. “I don’t want you doing something you don’t actually want, all in the name of the mission.”
In reply, he moved his hand from her waist to the v between her legs. His fingers parted her folds.
“Therak–Ahhh!”
His fingers had pressed against her clit on their way to her core, and she was so turned-on that the accidental touch was enough to tear a long moan from her.
Therak’s fingers paused. Then backtracked. Then gave the little nub an experimental rub.
Miya moaned again.
An appreciative hum came from Therak.
Next thing she knew, he was playing her clit like an expert. Putting all her previous alien lovers with knowledge of human women to shame. Puttingallher previous lovers to shame. He rubbed, circled, pressed on her pleasure center, as if it was his mission to find the touch that made her scream. And when he found it, his other hand resumed the sweet torture of her nipple.
“Holy space cow…” Miya was putty in his hands. She didn’t care where she was, what danger she was in; there was only Therak, his body against hers, and his touch stoking the fire inside her higher and higher.
With him working her clit and both her nipples at the same time, she was doomed. The orgasm loomed, about to sweep her away to oblivion–
Wait, how was he working both her nipples? Was he… using telekinesis on her bud? “Holy...”
“Yes, sapphire, come for me. Let go.”
It was the nickname that tipped Miya over the edge. She shattered.
Therak held her throughout. He was her rock amid the waves of ecstasy. The only thing keeping her upright at the moment. Keeping her… centered.
Miya giggled as the waves subsided, returning her to reality. Guess Therak’s idea to help her be more focused had worked.
She was more focused on him now than ever.
23
Little Spoon
Miya turned around in Therak’s embrace, dopey from her orgasmic high. His eyes were still as dark as deep space, gaze drinking her in.
