Sarda: A Sci Fi Alien Romance: A Novella of The Ladyships by Bex McLynn

Author:Bex McLynn [McLynn, Bex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-07T06:00:00+00:00

Dyr dreamed of her praal. Of fine, delicate lines that had him gentling his touch, fearing he'd shatter her into pieces. Yet the more he feathered his touch, the more her chilled flesh pressed up into his hands. He felt like a child, trying to not smudge the window as his fingers tracked the rain rolling down the glass. With so many cascading droplets, he would just flatten his palm to the pane, determined to map them all.

"Dammit, Dyr."

Even in his sleepy imaginings, her voice rocketed straight to his cock, chilling his blood and coiling his muscles.

"Touch me." A sharp little nip on his neck accompanied that scolding.

With a groan, he turned his head, nestling his nose into her hair as his mouth hunted out her neck, seeking the hollow beneath her jaw. Her temper always flared inside that sweet little divot, pulsing it with her emotions. Her tell. He foolishly mused that it beat like a drum for him.

He closed his mouth over her skin, first grazing with his teeth, and then chasing the sting with his tongue.

"Harder," she hissed, her voice laced with impatience.

She showed him how by clamping down on his trap with a firm bite that had him clasping her close. He tangled one hand into her hair, urging her to apply more pressure, while the other hand palmed her ass, anchoring her pelvis as he pressed up against her.

"Dyr."

She moaned his name over and over until he silenced her with a kiss—a kiss that scraped teeth and entwined tongues and fueled desire.

An urgent notion sparked in his mind, trying to ignite his drowsy arousal. Vedma. He held Vedma in his arms.

He jolted from his dream and connected with the waking world just as Vedma wrapped her hands around his cock, stroking him from anthers to head. Her tugging caress pulled a groan up from his damn toes that seared through his gullet and contracted his stomach muscles. His voice thrummed throughout the cabin. Gods, never in his life had he made a sound so insatiate and desperate.

"Dyr." Her voice radiated through him. "Wake up and tussle with me."

Astonished, he stared up at Vedma. She had risen up, poised above him on her hands and knees. Her voice held no barbs, instead dripping with honey-thick reverence and appetite. With her face blushed blue and her eyes heated and heavy, he beheld a wondrous creature. Passion softened all her edges. She no longer jabbed like a pikestaff, but rippled like a banner, curling with the breeze that blew her toward him.

He surged up, eager to grasp onto her before the air currents carried her off. Dyr curled himself around her as he kissed her. He thrilled as her hands tore at his clothes, peeling back his greasy layers and exposing him to more of her whirlwind. She twisted and coiled him, swept him up as she laid him down. Anchored him to the cot with her hands pressing down on his chest. Battered him with gusty kisses as she straddled his hips.

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