Amy

AMY

Razov's heart beat like thunder beneath my palm. Heat poured off his body and into me, spawning beads of sweat on my forehead. I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone suddenly dry.

Razov's fearsome, devil-like features drew into an expression of sheer, avaricious desire. I shuddered, though it was far from cold, quivering like a captive rabbit in his grasp.

You poked the bear, Amy, and now it's got you in its jaws.

I swallowed at last as I considered his pointed fangs.

Maybe literally.

"Is this what you want?" he asked roughly, his fingers tightening on my arms.

I didn't answer, but when he lowered his head toward my own, lips parting slightly, I lifted my chin to meet him in kind. Razov's lips smacked against my own in a soft kiss that nonetheless sent rivulets of electricity shooting through my body.

Razov intensified the kiss, going harder, deeper. I just let myself go, letting the moment sweep me along like so much flotsam and jetsam on the celestial highways. He stole my breath as my heart sounded a rapid tattoo in my breast. I felt lightheaded, as if I might be dreaming or about to be. Yet I had never felt more alive.

I felt the sharpness of his fangs as he roughly kissed me then cried out as he took my lower lip between his teeth and bit, almost but not quite breaking the skin.

We came up for air, and our eyes met. I surrendered fully to the burning urges stoking inside of me and I initiated the next kiss. He took charge immediately, lashing his tongue against mine as his hand slid to the back of my head, fingers weaving through the strands of my hair.

Razov tightened his fist, pulling my hair and my head back. I gasped, my eyes going to the ceiling of our room. Razov's lips brushed against my neck and a pulse of electric pleasure flooded through me. I clutched and kneaded his chest like a cat with a scratching post as his tongue darted out to lick along my sensitive skin where the shoulder and neck met.

My eyes went wide and I sucked in a sudden breath of air as a sublime ecstasy seized my body. I let the breath out as an undulating moan, my toes curling hard as I shuddered in his grasp.

My moan turned into a sharp cry as he nipped me with his teeth. By reflex, I tried to squirm away, but his grasp on my hair held me firm. Soon my moans returned, more powerful than ever, as he mingled kisses, luscious licks, and sharp nips together into a symphony of sensual delights.

Razov still held my hair in an iron grasp, his free hand sliding down from mid-back along the curve of my spine until it hit the small of my back. He pulled me in a bit tighter and took my lips again in the deepest, longest, most passionate kiss yet.

Not just of this wild make out session, of my entire life.

For a moment, my entire life, all of my problems and anxieties and fears just drained away. I felt entirely secure in his arms, knowing that while he held me I would only feel good things.

There was no reason I should feel that way. He was a Vinduthi, one of the most feared beings on Thodos station.

And yet, I had a feeling I was safer with him than anyone else I had ever known. Even when his teeth sank into my flesh, I felt more nurtured and cared for than anything else.

Oh, he would use me to sate his own desire, there was no doubt about that. But I felt centered in everything he did.

"Amelia," he whispered in my ear as his hand slipped lower, clutching my ass tight like he owned it. I shivered, goosebumps rising on my skin from his feathery soft breath. "All I've wanted to do was taste you, claim you, from the moment I found you in that cell."

"Razov—" I began in a heated pant.

His teeth clamped shut on my earlobe and my voice rose into a near shout as I clutched him. I didn't push away, my hands were on his chest fisting into the fabric of his shirt.

"You're mine, Amelia." His voice was a velvet caress as much as spoken words. "Mine. Every sound you make, every ounce of your desire is mine. I'll give it all to you."

I clenched my teeth as a wave of contractions strummed through me. He'd nearly made me orgasm, and was just getting started.

He shifted me slightly, moving me so there was just enough space between us for the hand at my hip to slide around to my front.

Suddenly I felt very anxious.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"Whatever pleases me. And you."

His fingers stroked my pussy through the thin membrane of fabric separating them. The tingling became an insistent throb, shooting through the rest of my body with every sweet caress.

Razov let go of my hair, one hand sliding behind me to hold me in place while the other slipped underneath the edge of the oversized shirt I wore, the tips of his nails drawing patterns on my aching mound.

My fingers slid inward on his chest, to the fastenings of his shirt. One by one, I undid them, revealing his sinuous muscles, the teal tracery down his side mesmerizing.

"What's taking so long?" he teased as I continued to fumble with only the third button on his garment.

"You know very well what's—oh!"

His fingers gently pushed between my pussy lips and slid inside of me.

"Keep your mind on your task, Amelia," Razov growled. "How am I to stuff you full of my hard cock if you don't finish disrobing me?"

My knees had turned to water, and it was all I could do to stand up, let alone deal with the fastenings on his shirt. Somehow, I got them undone. He shrugged out of the shirt, revealing a body more impeccably chiseled than any statue had the right to be.

His fingers moved inside of me as I went to work unfastening his tight black trousers. A shuddering wave of pleasure throbbed through me. I would have collapsed, if he had not caught me in his steady hands.

"Did you just come?" he demanded.

"You..can't…tell?" I managed to get out between shivers.

"Didn't I say you were mine?" His fingers ran down my throat, tightening slightly and I gasped, suddenly even more excited.

"I see I'll have to punish you again."

I gave him a sharp look, biting my lower lip.

"Do what you gotta do," I said, feeling feisty in spite of it all.

Or maybe because of it. I'd obviously lost my mind.

With a growl, he pulled the shirt off of me, then spun me around to face away from him, walking me towards the closest wall before grabbing my wrists to put my hands up to rest palm first against it.

"Spread your legs," he whispered in my ear before biting the lobe. I obeyed, throwing my head back. When he moved away, I chased after him with my lips, stealing a kiss on his cheek. I wanted to feel him, to taste him, to experience everything about him.

Razov positioned himself behind me. His hand slid around my right thigh and tightened, as if it were a restraint.

"Your ass is magnificent," he said in a hushed whisper. "The most perfect in the galaxy."

I smiled into the wall of the room. His hand fell across my bottom in a firm, stinging spank. This time I didn't have to be embarrassed about my reaction. It was just the two of us. I cried out, but not from pain and certainly not because I wanted him to stop.

"You make it difficult to discipline you," he said as I wriggled my bottom as a wanton invitation for more attention.

"Sounds like a ‘you' problem," I said.

"What?"

"Nothing," I said with a mischievous giggle. "Oh!"

Razov's strong hands massaged away the ache, only to land another firm slap that built on the last. I moaned, arching up to grind on his hard thighs, caught in a haze of pleasure as he lit my bottom on fire.

Slick heat pooled between my legs as I writhed in his grip. I longed for his touch where I needed it most, but he focused solely on thoroughly reddening my buttocks. His punishing pace continued until I sobbed with frustration, certain I couldn't take any more.

He smacked me again, then crouched down behind me, his hot breath sliding across my skin. I moaned gently as he used his hands to pry my buttocks apart.

"You smell so good," he purred. "You're flooding the entire room with your aroma. I can't take it anymore."

I cried out as he kissed the slope of my ass. He gave my bottom the same sensual experience he had on my neck, complete with loving nips. I did my best to maintain position and not squirm too much, but it was hard.

His hands suddenly seized my hips, and then he buried his face in my pussy from behind. My mouth flew open as his tongue tasted the wetness between my swollen, throbbing lips. I let out a deep groan as he kissed, suckled, and nipped my pussy lips.

Razov drove me mad with teasing frustration as his tongue lapped over my clit, then slowly dragged back again.

Whatever reaction his saliva had on my neck was doubled, no, tripled on my clit.

I shrieked to high heavens and collapsed back into his arms. We wound up on the bed, me on his lap and spasming around him as I shuddered through another overpowering orgasm. He rolled me over onto my back, pinning me under his body before I stopped shaking.

Razov shoved my thighs apart, kissing the insides tenderly with his soft lips, then ran his tongue along my skin. My hands went to his head on instinct. I played with his feather soft hair, fingertips exploring the tips of his horns as his tongue slithered through my sodden folds.

"Your pussy tastes so good," he mumbled into the soft petals of my body. I reared up against him as golden light pulsed behind my closed eyelids. His lips enveloped my clitoris and sucked like there was no tomorrow.

I opened my mouth to drag in a deep gasp of air, and held onto it for a long moment as my brain screamed helplessly with ecstasy.

Then my physical voice joined the mental one as I twisted and writhed beneath him. He lapped eagerly at my juices as I deluged him.

At last he showed mercy, lifting his face from my pussy. I flopped back onto the bed, chest heaving with heavy pants.

I heard him undo his pants, and opened my eyes. My mouth opened in shock at the sight of his cock. It wasn't so big as to be scary, but there were some differences. He had soft flanges on the sides of his cock in a pattern, the smallest the size of my pinky nail, the largest the size of my thumb.

"Are you afraid?"

I let out a shaky laugh as my body shivered with aftershocks.

"No. I don't think anything scares me anymore."

Razov growled, and then dove atop me, the broad head of his cock shoving against my entrance.

Slowly, steadily he drove it in, filling me so completely I couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't do anything other than feel .

Then he moved deep inside me, and everything was obliterated by his touch.