Arkon leaned down and slanted his mouth over hers. His kiss was equal amounts love and lust, tenderness and passion, possessiveness and surrender. Her hands roamed over his chest and shoulders to cup his face as she returned the kiss with everything she had to give.
He tore his mouth from hers with a growl and ran his lips down her neck, grazing his teeth along her skin. His hands framed her ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Aymee tilted her head back with a moan that turned into a gasp when the heat of his mouth covered her nipple, and he sucked, sending jolts of sensation straight to her core. She spread her thighs to welcome his weight between them.
Arkon moved further down her body, sliding his palms to her hips. His shoulders forced her thighs wider. Cool air struck her heated sex. She shivered. Opening her eyes, she gazed down the length of her body. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen — Arkon there, between her legs, his gaze locked with hers.
He lowered his mouth without looking away from her and kissed her clit. Aymee’s hips bucked, but he held her down. She panted, unable to look away as his tongue slipped out to lick at her folds and flick against her sensitive bud. Liquid heat flooded her, and he drank greedily.
She watched him with hooded eyes, biting her lip to muffle her cries until she was unable to withstand the powerful sensations. Her head fell back, hips undulating against his mouth.
Pleasure built within her like the gathering clouds of a storm, and her skin tingled, every nerve lighting up.
“Arkon!” she screamed as the storm broke. She writhed, but he didn’t relent.
He growled, the vibrations prolonging her release. His grip on her tightened, and he lifted her hips, lapping at her until she was spent.
His hands slid back up her sides as he moved over her. She felt the slick hardness of his shaft against her thigh, felt his tentacles coil around her legs and lift them until they wrapped around his hips, felt the soft caress of his suction cups as they tasted her skin. Such strength, yet he was always so gentle with her.
Arkon pressed his mouth to hers, and she opened to him, tasting herself upon his lips. Her hands gripped his arms. It didn’t matter that she’d already reached her peak. She craved more of him,allof him.
“Now,” she breathed against his mouth, tilting her hips. His tip pressed against her opening, and then he thrust in, sinking deep. Her body clenched.
His forehead pressed against hers. “Each moment I am with you is more breathtaking than the moment before.”
Aymee slid her hands to his back. The feelers at the base of his shaft tickled and stroked her sex and clit. She was beyond words. Arkon withdrew, and she moaned at the loss of fullness until he pumped forward again. He didn’t stop, setting a rhythm that was both satisfying and maddening. He filled her, stretched her, stroked her, pushed deeper and deeper.
His lips and tentacles caressed her skin, and she clawed at him, needing more.
Growling, Arkon settled his hands on her hips and quickened his pace. The tips of his claws pressed against her skin, producing pricks of pain that added to the sensations building within her.
Her body shuddered, tightening around him, and her panting gasps turned into keens of pleasure as she came apart.
Arkon reared back, muscles tensing, and yanked her onto him, pinning her sex to his, grinding as his fire filled her. He turned his face skyward and roared.
As they descended from their climaxes, their connection was no less powerful. Aymee stared up at Arkon, nearly bursting with happiness. She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the strong, steady beats of his hearts, and smiled.
He gazed down at her, eyes dark and half-lidded with lingering desire and adoration, shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths.
“Glow for me,” she said.
His skin lit up, casting its glow on her. She trailed her palm down his abdomen, pausing to touch the round scars.
He covered her hand with his. “It is in the past, Aymee. We must look ahead.”
She took his wrist and guided his hand to her stomach. “To our future.”
He tilted his head to the side, brow furrowing as his gaze dipped. His eyes suddenly rounded, and his lips parted in wonder. “You mean…?”
“You’re going to be a father.”
The smile that spread across his face was slow, but when it formed fully it was more beautiful than the starlit sky and held all the joy in the world. Arkon leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her stomach. Aymee closed her eyes and rested her hands on his head.
“Our future,” he whispered.
