Miragin’s mouth covered hers, and every sense lit
bright. Elisa moaned, softening to
him. At last she was with one of the
three men she’d fallen in love with, a love so taboo it would destroy her.
Let the destruction
come, an insidious voice whispered in her head. The
alternative is to live your quiet, uninspired life never knowing what you
missed. Is mere existence really worth
continuing on this way?
Elisa felt the wet, scratchy warmth of Miragin’s tongue
slide along the parting of her lips. She
opened to him and he took the invitation, deepening the kiss, stroking her
tongue, tasting her. For the several
seconds he kissed her, Elisa forgot to breathe.
When his mouth released hers, she was lightheaded.
She looked into that strong face, softened by Miragin’s
untamed curls falling over his forehead.
Damn it, she loved him. She was
ready to risk her life just to be possessed by his clan.
Elisa whispered, “Why am I so weak when it comes to you,
Zemos, and Oret? It’s wrong, I know it’s
wrong, but I can’t stop feeling I need to be close to you.”
Miragin smiled.
“Attraction is not weakness; in fact, love gives us strength to dare
when we otherwise would not.”
“I am weak though.
You can pretty it up all you like, but I am.”
The Imdiko shook his head.
“One woman, alone on this ship, who insists on persevering against the
stares and comments of fellow shipmates.
One woman, struggling through an unkind life that never let you realize
your dreams ... you are the definition of resilience, my dear. It is a provocative element that has seized
my interest from almost the moment I first laid eyes on you. You have a strength many men only aspire to. Yet I would have you find shelter in my
strength rather than watch you fight your wars alone.”
He kissed her again.
Elisa melted against him, molding her body to his, lost in the security
he offered. When his hands wandered over
her body, leaving fiery trails that set her insides churning, she let him. She touched back, finally able to feel one of
the men who she’d given her heart to.
Who she’d give everything to.
Miragin’s hands moved beneath her blouse, smoothing over her
soft skin. He pushed her back, making
her lay on the desk’s surface while shoving her shirt up and over her breasts. Those magic lips of his brushed over her
stomach. Elisa went pebbly with
gooseflesh at the sensation, as delicate as a hummingbird’s wings. His tongue, rough like coarse velvet, was a
stomach-clenching counterpoint to the careful kisses.
Elisa stared down at the black curl-topped head moving over
her torso. Was this really
happening? Was she giving herself to
Miragin, surrendering to his seduction?
Or was she tucked in her lonely bed, dreaming the sweetest dream she’d
had yet?
Miragin moved up so that his mouth hovered over the white
cotton peak of one bra cup. His
cat-slitted eyes flicked up to gaze at her as full lips descended down. His mouth closed over the tip of her
breast. The heat of his mouth blasted
through her. Elisa cried out and arched
to shove as much into his maw as she could.
It was no dream. It
was gorgeously, wondrously real. The
Imdiko was with her, making love to her.
Miragin’s teeth scraped over the swelling nipple, the hard
tip obvious against the fabric. He
mouthed her with eager abandon, sucking and nipping at her through the
bra. Elisa’s gasps rang loud in the
room. Every jolt seemed transmitted
straight to her clit, as if the two parts were somehow connected and
communicating with each other.
Miragin switched to the other breast. He seemed not to notice how Elisa’s fists
tangled in his mass of hair. He breathed
loudly as he mauled her, occasionally emitting an animal-like growl. The air was now heavy with the spicy scent of
his hunger, stinging Elisa’s nostrils.
It added to the tumbling excitement in her belly.
He pulled at the bra’s closure. The Imdiko tugged it and her blouse free in
one quick movement, making Elisa bare from the waist up. She gasped as cool air touched her skin. The alien pressed her back down onto the
desk. His ravenous mouth suckled on
naked flesh, the rasp of his tongue chastising and delighting one nipple, then
the next. Elisa cried out at the
sensation. The heat of Miragin’s mouth
seemed to fill her body, as if his breath had found a way in through her
breasts. Unable to process the wildness
of the sensations pouring in, she writhed and jerked beneath the
Kalquorian. Miragin pressed more of his
weight down, holding her still enough that his lips, teeth, and tongue could
continue their plunder of her tender orbs.
Elisa’s heels thudded against the side of the desk, beating in haphazard
rhythm as the Imdiko sucked first one pale breast deep into his hungry mouth,
then the other.
He devoured her, too tender to be animalistic but too strong
to be gentle. Miragin struck the perfect
chord to play her with, and Elisa’s entire body sang with carnal pleasure. She prayed he would not stop. Had Lieutenant Commander Robards burst into
the room right now, shouting about sin and obscenity, Elisa would have paid him
no mind.
A hand shoved up her skirt, greedy in its search for her
ultimate treasure. Fingers curled at the
top of her panties and pulled. With her
body trapped beneath Miragin’s, the thin fabric was caught under Elisa’s
buttocks. A soft purring sound of cotton
ripping joined the gasps that rang through the room. Though Miragin was not rough, the sound
seemed violent. Elisa’s pussy spasmed as
she was laid bare beneath her skirt in such a bestial manner. Feeling the power of the man on top of her
sent her further into wild surrender.
She sobbed as she ground against the hand now covering her mound.
Miragin released the breast he so lovingly attacked to look
at her with heavily lidded eyes. “Do you
want this, Elisa?” His fingers slid over
her slit, unfurling streamers of heat within her core.
She arched into his touch.
“Yes, yes, please.”
The Imdiko slid up her body so that his mouth hovered just
over hers, mingling their breath. He
rubbed over the soft petals of her womanhood, spreading the juices that
flowed. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
One thick finger probed, finding the entrance. He circled it, and Elisa wept to be so close
to the fulfillment she hadn’t known she was desperate for. He hesitated, his intent purple eyes staring
into hers.
Her words strangled with desperate need, she begged,
“Please, Miragin. I want ... I want...”
“Then you shall have,” he whispered, and his finger pushed
into her.
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