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

she almost didn’t notice them. There were like parallel columns of raised dots about a centimeter apart that followed a pattern around his entire shaft.

It didn’t look like the cock of an angel...more like that of a demon...and the way he was looking at her now, with a hunger in his eyes that was so clear, she wasn’t so sure she’d been right in thinking he was an angel all along at all.

He looked like he wanted to devour he right there and then, to take her soul and make it his...and the strange thing about it was that she wanted him to.

She had the crazy thought of telling him to fuck her...fuck her hard...fuck her till she cried out his name...fuck her till she couldn’t walk for days.

She didn’t mind it if hurt. She just wanted him to take her.

And it seemed as if whatever she was thinking was displayed clear as day in her eyes as Kyris groaned deep, his wings vibrating so hard now the hum became louder in the room.

“I can’t hold back anymore, Song.” His voice sounded strange...strained. “I need you. I must—”

“Then take me. Please...Kyris.” She swallowed hard to soothe the sudden dryness in her throat as the feeling within her clit started to build again, just because of the intensity of the look in his eyes.

He growled again. “I will try to be gentle but...”

It would hurt, and she wanted it to. She wanted to feel every inch of him. She wanted to share this with him and him alone.

This day, after everything, she wanted to seal her unspoken promise.

He was hers. And she was his.

“Fuck me.”

It was unlike her to speak like that but it was like she was in the same trance that was overcoming him. She couldn’t control herself. She didn’t want to.

Another growl left his body and caused him to shudder.

Climbing over her, he settled his lips against hers and she could taste her own juices on his mouth.

One hand touched her cheek gently as the other held onto her ass.

As his tip brushed against her slickness, that first touch was so intense that it made her shiver.

Another growl left him as he murmured against her, words she could hardly hear as he continued to stroke his tip against her wetness, running from the top of her slit right to the bottom, just like he’d done with his tongue.

She could feel the power within the hard thickness. She could feel the anticipation building within it.

“Kyris...” She groaned against his lips as he settled at her entrance. He was breathing hard, and it was obvious he was trying to control himself.

But she trusted him.

“It will hurt a little,” he groaned. “Your sweet cunt was so tight it gripped my tongue.”

His words were only making the feeling in her clit grow in intensity.

“My cock will hurt. I cannot escape that.”

“Kyris?”

“Yes, my sweet...”

“Just do it. Please...I need to feel you.”

He groaned again, gritting his teeth this time as he took another deep breath.

As he eased forward slowly, she felt the sleek, smooth head press against her and she stiffened instinctively.

“Relax for me, Song.” He kissed her again. “It’s just me.”

As she willed her breathing to calm, she opened her legs wider, accepting what he was giving her, and he eased down some more.

As the head slipped in, there was only slight pain, not as much as she thought there would be with his thickness and she realized immediately that it was because she was so, incredibly wet.

A moan flowed from her lips as he stiffened above her, his face searching hers.

“More?” he groaned.

“More. Please, don’t stop.”

He gripped her tighter then, holding her ass firm as he eased himself, inch by inch, deep insider her.

With each inch, her eyes rolled back further in her head.

He was going slowly, his jaw clenched as he took his time for her benefit, and because of the pace, she could feel them all...each and every ridge on his cock as they passed the mouth of her pussy to disappear deep within her.

A deep moan barreled from within her when she finally felt her ass hit flush against his thighs and through blurred vision, she looked up at him.

“Kyris...”

He started a rhythm then, a slow torturous rhythm that pulled the lips of her pussy every time he pulled out and stretched the inner cords of her clit when he went deep.

She was climbing that mountain again where all of her strength was being taken away and she screamed his name, gripping on to his shoulders as his mouth met hers and his rhythm increased.

“Kyris! I—I—”

She was coming again, reaching that peak and her entire body began to convulse, but he held her close, his rhythm increasing till there were wet, squelching sounds bouncing off the walls of the entire room.

As she came, he pummeled into her, giving her all of him as he gripped her to him. And as she fell off her peak and came crashing down, his violet eyes seemed to cloud over as he stiffened over her, pulling her even closer as he groaned her name.

As he reached orgasm, she knew then, and she could feel that he knew it, too.

She was his wholly and truly.

And he was hers.

44

They lay wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like hours, his wings still quivering every now and then.

Her face was against his chest but she could tell he wasn’t sleeping. She could almost feel his eyes moving over her still naked body.

“Kyris? You awake?” she asked anyway.

“I am not sure.”

Brows furrowing slightly, she raised her head to look up at him and his violet gaze captured her immediately.

He was looking at her strangely, his eyes slightly glassed over as he strung her hair through his fingers.

“What do you mean?”

He smiled a little before answering, “Looking at you, I am not sure if I am awake.”

His answer made her feel warm inside and she snuggled closer to him, pushing her buttocks further against him, a