Chapter 41

Lily

Ravok floods my mouth as he comes. God, I love this feeling – of bringing a mighty Outrider to his knees with pleasure. I did that. I reduced this enormous warrior to a quivering, worshipful, shocked stupor. It makes me feel like the most powerful temptress the universe has ever seen. He gazes at me as I imagine he might look at his last sunrise. I drink it up. The scent of soap and musk fills my nose. It's all Ravok, and I feel a delicious jolt in my belly, even though he hasn't touched me yet.

Once I swallow Ravok's release, I sit back on my heels and let my gaze travel up his body. I look up from his thick, muscular thighs to his stomach, where my gaze gets caught on his hard, toned stomach that reminds me of a sculpted classical statue. Finally, I turn my attention to Ravok's harsh face. His hooded gaze is that of a male who's just found heaven. He's muttering in a foreign language. I don't think he even knows that he's no longer speaking English. It makes me feel powerful and desired. My knees are starting to ache, and my jaw is tired, but this was totally, completely worth it. He seems to truly savor my every touch. It's a pretty heady feeling.

"Leelee," Ravok growls, his voice so low and deep it feels like it could shake the very foundations of the building beneath my knees.

He scoops me off the shower floor and wraps me in his arms, pressing his face to my wet collarbone. He groans and shudders against my skin as if he's still experiencing aftershocks. Ravok growls something, the words muffled against my skin. I love that when he's in the throes of pleasure he stops speaking English. His native language sounds harsh and almost guttural to my ears with lots of growled r sounds and hard, bitten-off k's.

I'm entranced by the rugged, otherworldly words – almost as much as I am by the man speaking them. I wish I could understand him like this. His language, like him, is still a mystery, an enigma that stirs a fascination within me. Each syllable, each raw expression, sounds almost barbaric. I can easily imagine massive Cryzorian generals shouting commands in this language to their troops on a war-torn battlefield. It's beautifully raw and coarse, and yet, I find it appealing.

I'm about to ask him what he's saying when Ravok suddenly pulls back and stares into my face, his features tight and his eyes blazing. "My turn."

Setting me on my feet, Ravok snags the washcloth from where I dropped it on the shower floor. He soaps it up and recreates what I did to him with slow, methodical movements. My smug arrogance at reducing Ravok to quivering, shaking pleasure is wiped clean away. He seems determined to wash every inch of me. As he washes my body, he murmurs to me in his rough alien language. I don't understand the words, but I recognize the tone – unmistakable awe.

The light over the sink illuminates the small room, bathing the bathroom in a soft hue. As the warm water cascades down my front, I find myself staring at Ravok's meaty hands as he washes me. He turns me away from him and I find myself facing the hot spray of water, staring unseeingly at the glossy tiles in front of me. I'm lost in the pulsating rhythm of the droplets that splash against my chest, but more so in the sensation of Ravok's large hands as they gently lather soap down my spine, with movements as gentle and precise as a surgeon's. I glance over my shoulder, catching Ravok's white eyes twinkling like celestial bodies. He seems wholly absorbed in his task. As he washes a section of my body, he runs the back of his hand on my skin as if savoring its texture. I quake with each caress. My alien is eerily beautiful. He is completely unearthly, his figure tall and muscular in a way that seems like something from a drugging, potent dream.

Ravok brings his arms around my body to wash my front. With him firmly pressed against my back, I can feel that his erection has returned. It's as hard and throbbing as before, pressing insistently into the small of my back. I'm about to start sliding my still soapy spine up and down his arousal when Ravok distracts me by moving the cloth over my chest, brushing against my breasts. A gasp slips past my lips – an involuntary sound born from pleasure and anticipation. I feel his groan as much as I hear it when my nipples pucker and harden at the sensation. I arch my back… silently begging for more.

When he rubs the cloth over my hardened nipples, a moan escapes my lip. The pleasure courses from my nipples straight to my clit, making it throb and pulse. Immediately picking up on my pleasure, Ravok starts to gently rub the cloth back and forth across the puckered nubs, evoking a ripple of pleasure that moves through me.

Unable to stand it for another moment, I turn in his arms, facing him. I need more. I need him to touch me everywhere.

I love the look on his face when I cup my breasts in offering, letting the shower rain roll over my shoulder and cascade down my front, rinsing away any lingering suds.

Glossy graphite-silver under the cabin's sparse lighting, Ravok's bald head is an exotic sight I still haven't gotten used to. He seems like a mystical figure, like a djinn, arriving straight from a fantasy novel to my doorstep.

As he tips his head to lean in closer, I'm left watching the play of light over his unusual skin. Its soft, gleaming texture, far smoother than any skin I've ever touched, is captivating. When he finally lowers his mouth to my breast, my breath catches in my throat.

There's a tenderness to him that's surprising. He looks so fierce, but his touch is gentle. His lips are warm and surprisingly soft when they latch onto my nipple. His lips envelop me, teasing me with gentle nips and soothing licks that have me sharply inhaling. He swaps to my other breast with the same diligence, lavishing both with attention.

His tongue circles and flicks, every pass, nip, and suckle pulling a symphony of gasps and moans from my lips. I clutch onto him, reeling from the heat scaling up my spine. The sight of this powerful being dedicating himself to pleasure me – the need behind his actions – does something wild to my heart.

He keeps playing with my nipples until I am mindless. I feel like a wild creature whose only thought is satiation.

I don't even realize that I'm pressing down on his bare shoulders until he starts to lower to his knees before me. With a last lingering kiss to my reddened throbbing nipples, he leaves a trail of heated kisses down my abdomen.

Please, please, please, I chant in my mind. I'd beg him but I can't seem to get my mouth to work right, only sighs and groans seem to slip from my lips. My fingers tighten around the muscled ridges of his shoulders – urging him downwards.

The more kisses and caresses he gives me, the more I want, drawn into an addicting cycle of need. I watch as he sinks lower, his luminescent eyes never parting from mine. Long moments stretch out, humming with anticipation. I shudder beneath his gaze, overwhelmed by the silent promise it holds – an assurance that all my needs will be met.

"I… I…" my voice trails off, swallowed by the steamy air and the pulsating water showering over us. My heart races and hammers against my chest, trembling with anticipation.

"Leelee…" Ravok's deep voice growls gently against the rush of water. He wraps one of his palms around my thigh. I stare at his hand, amazed that it can almost span my entire leg. With sure pressure, Ravok lifts my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, leaving me open to his gaze.

His gaze drinks me in, the greed and desire on my face mirrored on his alien features. My cheeks burn and my heart dances wildly as Ravok leans forward.

A soft gasp escapes me as his tongue travels a blazing path up my core, the pointed tip flicking maddeningly against my clit in a way that sends waves of pleasure shooting through me. My legs wobble, so I lean back against the tiled wall, the coolness grounding me. I close my eyes, letting my head fall back against the wall, surrendering to his touch.

He gives me slow, firm licks, over and over. Each flick of his tongue sends me higher, but not over the edge. I'm riding the razor-edged precipice of orgasm. His tongue has pushed me into a realm where I am nothing but a vortex of pleasure. Ravok has reduced me to a pool of quaking, quivering need.

I'm starting to think we will run out of hot water long before Ravok runs out of patience. He seems willing to minister to me for as long as I let him. My pulse throbs, as honeyed heat gathers low in my belly. I'm so so close.

"More," I gasp, rubbing myself against his face shamelessly.

His hand wraps around my hip bone, holding me still as Ravok leans back so he can watch me while he slides his fingers inside me. And God, the look on his face. His features sharpen and his jaw hardens; it makes me clench on his thrusting digits. Ravok studies me, his expression borderline predatory as he pushes my passion higher. I can't look away from his intense stare.

Ravok looks from my eyes to where his fingers are thrusting inside me. The hungry look on his face makes me clench on him, clutching his fingers. "Perfect, glorious female," he groans just before he falls forward to feast on me.

Ravok licks around his thrusting fingers. He laves me with a voracity that leaves me breathless. One of his muscular arms cages me in as his thick fingers fill me.

My fingernails dig into the thick muscles of his shoulders as each thrust of his fingers earns a gasping moan from me. He presses closer, his body heat radiating against my skin. I feel packed, bursting at my seams, filled to the brim, yet I want more.

That's when he focuses his attention wholly on my clit, licking and sucking it. My breath stutters. I throw my head back, every nerve ending in my body sparking, readying to be consumed in the wildfire he's spinning.

The firm strokes against my clit builds a nerve-tingling throbbing pleasure that starts to spiral from my center, thrusting me to the crest of pleasure. I gasp, tantalizingly close, my pulse hammering wildly within the confines of my chest as I teeter on the cusp of a climax, every fiber eager to succumb to the sweet tension coiling within.

Ravok stands up then and I groan, trying fruitlessly to shove him back to his knees. However, he immediately replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing back and forth with the same rhythm as he continues to thrust two fingers into me. He slides his hand into my hair, gently pulling my head back so he can watch my face while he fingers me. I ride his hand, feeling like a savage beast. My orgasm is barreling down on me, building momentum like a freight train.

"Come now, Leelee," Ravok commands in a deep voice. And just like that, I do. The dam that was holding back my climax bursts and I come unraveled like a ball of yarn. I curl forward instinctively, pressing my screams into Ravok's chest. He kisses my neck, his tongue sweeping along my jugular, and that finishes unwinding me.

I am lost, shuddering and quaking in Ravok's arms, when the hot water heater finally gives up the ghost and the water starts to cool.