Chapter 7

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H er gaze met his, clashed and held. The usual amusement she saw when he looked at her like he was privy to a joke he wasn’t telling her, or worse… that he found being at the academy—humans—amusing. Found her amusing. All that was gone, and all she saw in his eyes was hunger. A deep, dark hunger that matched her own.

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she looked at him. The heat of his body beat at her through her thin gown, and between one heartbeat and the next, her clothes felt too tight. Too constricting.

Her mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The intensity of his kiss and the raw honesty in his confession shattered any defenses she’d thought she had against him. She’d always prided herself on her control, her ability to remain composed under pressure, but right at the moment, she wasn’t composed at all.

His touch was possessive as he slid a hand up her back to cup her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She clung to his broad shoulders, sensations coursing through her overwhelming

Her mind screamed at her to pull away, that this was a bad idea. But she couldn’t move. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, over the solidness of his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under her touch. The storm outside mirrored the chaos within her, a wild, untamed force that she couldn’t resist. Didn’t want to resist.

His lips left hers again, trailing a path of fire down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She gasped as he nipped at the sensitive spot just below her ear, and his hands moved lower, skimming over the curve of her hips, his touch possessive.

“Evelyn,” he murmured, voice rough with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

His words sent a thrill of excitement through her. She shouldn’t do this; she knew that, but she wanted it. Wanted him, wanted... this. Why should she deny herself? They were both consenting adults.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She pulled back to ask, her eyes locking with his. The hunger in his gaze matched her own, a deep, dark need that neither of them could ignore. Tension was written into every line of his body, his heavy muscles tensing and relaxing with each breath. Anticipation rolled through her.

Then, their hands moved with frantic urgency, tearing away at the layers that separated them. Her breath hitched as he found the zipper of her gown and tugged it down, exposing her to the cool air. Goosebumps washed over the revealed skin as his warm hands slid beneath the open material, tracing the curves of her waist and hips.

His clothing proved no match for her determined fingers as she worked at the fastenings of his leather pants. He watched her as she worked, a low growl in his throat, the deep, guttural sound sending shivers down her spine. He seemed to radiate power and strength, a force of nature that demanded surrender. And in that moment, she was more than willing to submit.

His cock sprang free, but before she could get a look at him, she was in his arms, her feet off the floor. He turned, pressing her against the wall she’d backed him against. She gasped at the cold against her back as she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist.

He held her in place effortlessly, expression intent as he explored her, touching, teasing, and tormenting. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, which buttons to push to send her spiraling out of control.

She was all but naked, clad only in a pair of tiny panties. The cool air of the cabin caressed her exposed skin, even as the heat of his body burned against her front, sending shivers down her spine and making her nipples bead into hard buds.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at her, the color all swallowed up. He growled as he yanked her from the wall enough to bend her back, a hand supporting her as he bent his head to her breasts.

His tongue flicked against the hard buds of her nipples and dragged a soft moan from her. He worshipped her body as if he were trying to memorize every curve and contour. Arching her back, she offered herself to him. Pressed herself further into his touch, unable to contain the whimpers that escaped her.

His fingers followed the path of his tongue, tracing the sensitive skin around her breasts. Warm palms cupped their weight and sent electrifying jolts through her body. The heat of his arousal burned through the thin barrier of her satin panties, and she rocked against him, seeking release from the tension building within her.

His large warriors hands, callused from his training, roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her exposed skin. The contrast between the cool air of the cabin and the warmth of his touch left her breathless.

She slipped further into the haze of desire, reaching up to slide her hands into his hair, pulling him closer and urging him to continue his exploration of her body as she rocked against his hardness. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, low growls of desire escaping his throat.

Just as she was on the brink he pulled away, leaving her gasping. He looked down, his eyes dark with desire and a tiny muscle pulsing in the corner of his jaw.

“Rhade. Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “I need you.”

He smiled, fingers tracing a path down her body. His touch seared her skin and left her breathless with anticipation. He reached between her thighs, and she gasped. The intimate contact sent sparks dancing through her nerve endings, heightening every sensation.

His voice was low and deep, a growl that resonated deep within her. “I’m going to make you feel good, Evelyn,” he murmured against her ear as he pushed the satin of her panties aside. His fingers were magic, teasing and tormenting her until she trembled, her body taut with need.

She couldn’t frame a coherent response. All she could do was hold on tight, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched against him. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body tensing as he stroked and caressed her. Teased her until she didn’t know which way was up.

Each time he touched or stroked her, the pressure inside her added to the relentless force that threatened to consume her. She was on fire, the searing heat spreading out from her core.

She was lost in the haze of pleasure, unable to think or reason. All that mattered was his hands on her body, and his lips on hers.

And then she shattered apart, her body convulsing as he pushed two thick fingers inside her. Her muscles tightened, clenched around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out, her voice hoarse and broken as she surrendered to the intensity of the moment, burying her face into the side of his strong neck.

Before her release had ended, he shifted his weight and pressed his thick cock against her slick entrance. She gasped, grateful that she was already wet and relaxed from her climax. He was so big he’d have ripped her in two otherwise.

“Look at me, Evelyn,” he ordered, voice hard. A velvet over steel temptation. His palm cupped her throat gently, holding her in place as he eased himself into her inch by slow inch.

With each deliberate movement, he stretched her, filling her more than she had ever imagined possible. Pressure built inside of her, each thick inch sending ripples of pleasure through her body. The sensation of being filled so completely was both thrilling and terrifying, and she clung to him with white-knuckled hands as he whispered praises into her ear.

“That’s it, kelarris ,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “You’re taking me so well. You’re such a good girl.”

His words sent a thrill coursing through her. She had never been with someone who made her feel so desired, so needed. So completely controlled… and she liked it. A gasp or a moan accompanied every thrust, and her body tightened around him. Which was impossible… she’d never been able to come again so fast.

He leaned down and whispered, “Come for me, Evelyn. I want you to explode around me.”

His movements were measured. Controlled. His fingers tightened slightly around her throat as he sank deeper inside her. She responded automatically to his touch, her muscles quivering with anticipation as she adjusted to his size.

And then, with a snap of his hips, he was fully seated within her. She had never felt so full, so stretched. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her heart racing in time with his.

His voice was a rough rasp, “You’re incredible. So tight around my cock, so draanthing perfect.”

He started to move, slow and deliberate at first, as if savoring every inch as he fucked her. He pressed her against the wall, his body pinning hers in place. The hard planes of his muscles against her softer curves sent a shiver down her spine.

His lips found hers again, his kiss demanding and possessive. She responded with equal passion, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

His movements became harder. Faster. He took her with a strength and power that left her breathless, holding her in place and entirely at his mercy. She cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth.

Each hard thrust and powerful stroke sent jolts of electric pleasure coursing through her veins. She gasped at the feeling of his cock in her tight pussy, every ridge and vein rubbing against her inner walls.

Then he upped the ante. At the end of each thrust, when he was buried deep inside her, he rolled his hips and ground against her clit. The friction was like nothing she’d ever felt before, making her whimper and moan. She writhed against him, needing more. Needing everything he could give her.

And then, with a final, charged thrust, he drove himself deep inside her, sending her spiraling over the edge. She screamed as her climax shattered through her. Her body convulsed, wracked with spasms of pleasure as he grunted and sped up.

Her climax triggered his, and he thrust deeply one last time, burying himself balls deep inside her. His cock jerked and pulsed as he came, bathing her inner walls with his hot seed. He held her tightly, his lips on her neck as he groaned in triumph.

She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his body pressed against hers. The moment was fleeting; she knew that. Just as she knew that tomorrow, she would have to face the consequences of her actions.

But she would deal with that tomorrow.

For tonight, she was content to stay right where she was, wrapped up in her alien pilot’s arms.

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