Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4) by A.G. Wilde (ebook reader with built in dictionary .txt) 📕

wouldn’t rush it. Not only because it was her first time but also because this was their time.

He’d waited too long to be hasty.

He watched her, every fiber in his body tensing as she finally looked him in the eyes.

He expected to see fear there.

His own fist could close around his shaft, but hers wouldn’t. Her hands were small and so was the rest of her. If he were her, his cock would probably look monstrous.

And he was right. In her eyes, there was fear. But in front of it, overpowering it, was undeniable lust.

She wanted him.

It made his wing blades vibrate in anticipation as his cock jerked, a ball of prizi forming at the smooth tip.

As he leaned over her to take her lips against his once more, his hands fumbled to release her top. She was wearing standard Restitution kit: a dark blouse and trousers and he couldn’t wait to get them off her.

He wanted her bare. Completely bare beneath him.

Growling as he stripped her clothes, he inhaled deeply. She smelled good, as if she’d just taken a bath, and he sent a silent prayer of thanks to Polvrak that the medbots had cleaned him up just before he’d awakened.

Clothes discarded, she lay before him, her top bare, and without his lips leaving hers, Kyris let his hands roam, cupping the mounds on her chest as he closed his eyes, committing them to memory.

She was perfect.

Soft. Beautiful.

His cock jerked again, a string of prizi stretching from the tip to land on her trousers.

Those weren’t too difficult to get off, and as his fingers hooked in the waist and pulled them down, Song gasped against his lips, her chest shuddering slightly.

She was naked.

From head to toes, her pale skin looked so inviting he had to grip the bedding on either side of her as he felt another ball of prizi form at his tip.

“Polvrak...” He called to the God of Fate. His mouth was watering for her. “You’re so...beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I am?”

“More than you seem to know.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Perky buds on her breasts looked hardened and he wondered what they would feel like against his tongue.

His eyes fell lower, down to her stomach, which had a strange little button in the middle of it. His tongue would investigate that, too.

Her stomach looked soft, flat, and the thought of her belly one day rounded with his young...it almost made him groan and his cock jerked again.

His gaze fell even lower, falling to the triangle of dark hair between her legs and his cock jerked once more.

He knew what was hidden there and he couldn’t wait to taste it.

Bending his head to hers, he ran his tongue over her lips before continuing the kiss they’d broken earlier.

“You taste so good,” he groaned.

“You do, too,” she gasped.

As his hands cradled her ass, he ran his hands over her skin, reveling in how soft she felt underneath his palm.

“So soft...” His groan morphed into a deep growl and he felt her shiver against him.

He wasn’t meaning to scare her but...

Gripping her buttocks, he squeezed them hard and when she moaned into his mouth he couldn’t stop the train that had started to barrel downhill.

His lips were on the soft curve of her neck as he inhaled her scent.

“Taste so good. Smell so good...”

As he nibbled down her chest, he ran his tongue around one of the mounds on her chest and she arched against him, letting out the most feminine sigh he’d ever heard.

It was obvious she liked that so he did it again, moving slower this time as he watched her arch again, her mouth forming an O as her eyes fluttered.

He was going to enjoy this.

Her obvious pleasure would be enough. He didn’t even need release. Just seeing her so turned on when he hadn’t even touched her core yet was driving him wild.

His hot mouth covered the little bud sitting atop the mound on her chest and her hands fisted the bedding, drawing it up with her as her back arched.

She was staring down at him, her gaze hot as she watched him run his tongue over her breast and her brows furrowed in pleasure as her head fell back.

Gripping the other mound in his hand, he squeezed it as his head dipped lower, his tongue running down the center of her chest, running over the little button there to pause above the triangle of curls.

“Kyris?” Her voice was a breathless question and he looked up at her. He wasn’t hiding his emotions behind a wall anymore and he knew she could see the hunger in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he buried his face into the dark triangle between her legs.

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Her legs were suddenly being opened and lifted toward her chest and before Song could gasp, the feel of his wet warm tongue against her had her crying out and gripping the bedding even harder than before.

It was unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life.

Sure, she had a vibrator back on Earth. She’d even used lube and played with it over her clit but nothing compared to this.

This was...

Her eyes rolled over in her head and vision was lost as she felt him suck hard on her clit.

“Kyris!” She turned her head and screamed his name into the bedding. Never had she ever felt so...

Fuck!

She didn’t usually curse but this was...

“Oh Godddddddd.” Her eyes rolled over in her head again as he opened his mouth so wide he covered her entire slit. Wet slurps reached her ear as he sucked on her and she felt the first tremble rock through her.

Hands flying to his head, she slid her fingers through his hair and fisted the strands.

His hair was soft, silky even, and through half-closed eyes, she could see the image they painted.

She was on her back, naked, her nipples hard and pointing upward, her legs raised, and the man of her dreams was between her legs, his wings outstretched as vibrations ran