Free ROMANCE: Lion Protector (Paranormal Shifter BBW Military Romance) (Shapeshifter Alpha Male Short Stories Book 2) by Alexa Blair Page B

truly alone in the galaxy. She loved the planet that had become her home, but there would be an odd shadow of silence that would follow her through all her days, a veil of mourning enveloping the rest of her nights if anything were to happen to Vangorg. She placed her hands on either side of his head and silently encouraged him to take her. He was ferocious in his passion, more so than normal. She could tell he was trying to memorize every single action, to force the feel of her flesh and her sounds into his memory.
                  Moving his mouth down to the sides of her neck he nipped at her gently, licking its tender sides while she gasped underneath him. He was quite surprised when they first made love that the pulse point was an erogenous zone for human females, and he had used that tactic to his advantage ever since. His strength and dexterity made him a wonderful lover, and he seemed to feel her body's natural rhythms getting in sync with her heartbeat so that he knew exactly what effect his actions were having on her. As he was caressing her jugular with his lips and tongue he took her arms and gently stretched them above her head. Holding her wrists in place with his strength, he knew she couldn't break free and would be completely at his mercy, which he also planned on taking full advantage of. “Jocasta, is that okay?”
                  “Yes, Vangorg, it is perfect.”
                  “Don't move.”
                  A small moan escaped her lips upon hearing those words. She wanted him all the more then. She wanted to take him into her arms, into her mouth and show him just how much she appreciated him, giving him all the pleasure he could stand. He held her still, though, as she squirmed underneath him. She could feel her moisture pooling as he took his tongue and continued his advances inch by inch, slowly savoring the texture of her skin. He relished the way her salty smoothness tasted as he made his way further down her body, taking one of her nipples in his mouth as she let another moan escape her lips. She moved even more then, desperate for more contact between them, but he did not relinquish his grip on her hands. He merely teased her even further, rolling his tongue over her hard peaks, then sucking gently. He felt her pulse point rise, and knew that her desire was peaking, but he used his subtle telepathy to lower her racing heartbeat slightly to prolong her pleasure. He was going to take his time, as he wanted to devote every inch of her being to his memory. If anything he knew that in the coming days he would have to rely upon this, the memory of their shared love for strength.
                  Gasping for breath, Jocasta was helpless under his command as he slowly touched, teased, licked and caressed every part of her body, yet she gave herself into it readily, only able to speak in broken sentences. “Vangorg...please. What are you? Oh... my love.”
                  “Jocasta, my wife. Do you give yourself to me once again?”
                  “Yes. All you need to do is ask, my love.”
                  With that Vangorg dipped his head lower and inhaled deeply. He closed his eye for a moment and simply enjoyed the anticipation. He breathed in her scent and committed it to memory as well. Her skin gave off a slight aroma of sweat, due to her passion and excitement, but it also had the faint scent of roses, which were exotic in the far reaches of the galaxy, a relic of the past that few people had memory of any longer. In the arid climate they did not bloom, nor were they genetically altered to exist among the cactus flowers that thrived there. So her rarity and her scent brought to his mind a sense of nostalgia and longing. He would never be able to think of something so beautiful and rare again without picturing her in his mind and recalling her scent. Jocasta shivered in anticipation, and Vangorg