Chapter 25

Chapter

Twenty-Five

M yrria had never imagined that bumps could feel so good. Even thought she'd guessed he would be big, she hadn't thought that he might have ridges all over. Not only did he fill her more than anyone ever had—by a lot—the hard rings around his cock made her lose the ability to think.

"Do you like them?" Rixx asked, holding himself inside her.

"They feel amazing."

"They do not feel as amazing as you do, wife."

Myrria loved hearing him call her that, even though she knew she shouldn't. It shouldn't turn her on that he called her his wife when she wasn't, when it was all a ruse. But it did. She loved that this huge, gorgeous alien was in her bed taking all the rights of a husband. And she knew she should probably feel some guilt for so eagerly spreading her legs for him, but she didn't.

She wanted to take his cock. She wanted him to fill her. She wanted to be his, even though her rational mind knew she couldn't be.

For now, she didn't care if she wasn't actually his wife. She'd been alone for so long that she craved connection. And as his gaze held hers, she could feel their connection, his hunger for her tangled up in her mind. She didn't care that he was an outlaw from a primitive planet who would have to leave. It didn't matter that she had a child to support and a missing husband or that he was a member of a crew that lived in space. She didn't care about any of that. She only cared about how good his cock felt inside her, and how he made her feel—like she was his.

Myrria wrapped her legs around Rixx, bracing her feet against the small of his back.

His brows lifted in surprise as she started to move, but he didn't hesitate to match her strokes, driving in hard each time and dragging his ridges across her clit. She'd never known how much she would love the sharp bite of being stretched along with the pleasure of it, but she wanted more.

As if reading her mind, Rixx rolled them both over until he was on his back and she was straddling him, his cock still lodged deep. Myrria braced her hands on his chest, loving the challenge of being on top, even though sitting fully on him made her breath hitch in her throat. He held her hips but let her control the pace until she was making soft keening noises, and her hands were slipping on his slick chest.

Then Rixx used his hold on her hips to angle her over his ridges again. Her entire body spasmed and she let her head fall forward, her hair spilling across her shoulders.

"Myrria," his voice was low and deep. "Look at me."

She opened eyes she hadn't know were closed, focusing on him as he continued to move her up and down his cock.

"That's right," he said, his own jaw tight. "I want to watch my wife ride me."

Myrria was overcome with an absolute sense of belonging. At that moment she was completely his. Nothing existed outside the two of them. Not the past. Not the future. Only her and Rixx as one.

He thrust up hard. "Such a perfect wife."

Even in the dark, she could see him looking intensely at her, his eyes hot and blazing. She could feel his hunger, raw and primal, and it reminded her that he came from a barbarian planet. They were so different yet no one had ever felt so right.

"Tell me," he ordered, tearing her from her thoughts.

Tell him what?

"Tell me you are mine." He continued to drive her down on his cock, each motion taking her breath away and sending pleasure pulsing through her.

She moaned and ran one hand through her hair. She would say anything he wanted her to as long as he didn't stop. Her body burned like it never had before, his desire pounding through her and making her head swim. "I am yours."

He shifted his grip on her ass and thrust up as he drove her down. "Only mine, wife?"

"Only yours," she said, then added, "husband."

On the next thrust, he swiveled his hips, his ridges circling her clit. Her body shattered, contracting around him as her release barreled through her. As she clenched around his cock, he let out a husky cry, holding her onto his cock as he emptied into her with a guttural sound that rattled her bones.

Myrria had never felt more like anyone's wife before that moment. And she knew that no matter what happened, she would always be his.