Free Alien Love by Lily Marie Page B

it fall down her back. Her other strap slipped off her shoulder, with a little strategic shifting, and the deep v of her dress started gaping, revealing the curve of her breasts. Warmth flushed her at the sheer lust in his gaze.
    His spoon clattered on the table as he stood. Before she could take in a breath he had her in his arms, his lips on hers, kissing her with such passion, such need. She slipped her arms around his neck and hiked herself up, gasping when his hands found their way under her dress and cupped her bare ass. Another surprise for him.
    He pulled back, his eyes wide. “You are not—”
    “Wearing underwear. No.”
    He whispered something in his language and captured her lips again, shifting her until his erection pressed against her, only her thin dress between her and his hot, smooth skin.
    “Anji. I need you.”
    “I need you back.”
    “It will not be slow.”
    “God, I hope not.”
    He smiled, and carried her to the bed, letting her go long enough to get rid of his robe. She yanked the dress over her head, ready for him when he nearly tackled her. Laughing, she nuzzled his throat, thrilled to feel his weight pressing her into the bed, his cool skin, his thick, hot cock sliding against her.
    “So wet,” he whispered. “It is one of the things I love most about you. That you are ready without considerable—what do you call it?”
    “Foreplay?” He nodded. “Kiele, all you have to do is look at me, and that’s foreplay enough.” He slid against her again and she moaned. “That does help, though. I want you inside me. Now.”
    “Your command, t’anling .”
    He positioned himself over her, his thick head pressing into her. Anji arched up, wanting him in her, all of him, now. He drove himself in to the hilt and she nearly screamed.
    “Kiele—move, fast.”
    He pulled out and thrust into her, fast, hard, deep. She dug her fingers into his ass and lifted her hips, taking him even deeper. He felt perfect, filling her, taking her higher with every stroke. Her body was already clenching around him, her orgasm coming at her long before she was ready to let go.
    With a cry she shuddered, heat pouring through her as her release took over. Kiele kept stroking her, until she collapsed on the bed. Then he leaned in and kissed her, his lips gentle.
    “Kiele, you didn’t—”
    “I want to fill you in the water, join with you again, my heart.”
    “I’d like that.”
    She moaned when he eased out of her, missing him already. He picked her up and carried her over to the huge glass tub, climbing in with her cradled against his chest. Anji had never felt so treasured, so cherished. Only Kiele had ever given her that, and she loved him even more for his care of her, even when his need shook him.
    They settled in the cool water, and he pulled her to him, slipping inside her with a low groan.
    “Anji. You feel so good. I have missed you, my heart, missed loving you like this.”
    “Give me your wrist.”
    He did, and she kissed his sensitive spot, gasping when he spilled hot liquid deep inside her. She wanted more, and brushed her lips over his other wrist, arching into him as he filled her. He moved, trapped her against the glass, and thrust into her, hard and fast. She knew he was close to the edge, and she wanted to help him fall over.
    Holding on to his shoulders, she lifted her knees, taking him even deeper. He groaned and pounded into her, so thick and hard she knew he was close. He lowered his head, gripped the edge of the tub, and drove himself into her.
    “Anji—I love you—”
    She kissed him, her tongue sliding over his at the same fast, frantic pace. He growled against her lips and stiffened, moving faster, until he spilled himself deep inside her.
    When he finally rode out his release, he lowered his head to her shoulder, fighting for breath. She slid her hands into his damp, tangled hair, kissed the smooth scales along his hairline—and let out a surprised gasp when he started rocking