“You’re welcome.” He smiled, and in the next second, she found herself scooped up against his broad chest.
“Not sure if I’m doing this right for humans,” he rumbled, his deep voice an octave lower as she squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She gave a soft, confused laugh. What an odd thing to say. “Edanian’s are human. Aren’t they?”
“Well, yes, they are.” His answer was distracted as he managed to locate the key card in his pocket and opened the door to carry her inside. “But our traditions are a little different.”
“Oh? You’ll have to tell me about them…”
Where that sultry voice had come from, she had no idea, but it had the desired effect. He cut a glance at her, his blue eyes dark with desire, and her heart rate tripled.
“I’d rather make new traditions, just for us.”
She bit her lip as he stalked toward the bedroom she’d gotten ready in just hours ago. There was no question in her mind where this was going. It wasn’t going to be a marriage just on paper.
“Oh? What did you have in mind?”
He gave a wicked little smile as he reached the bed. Letting go of her legs, he slid her down the front of his body. She gasped, feeling every hard ripple and plane of muscle, including the extremely hard, very prominent bulge at his groin. His eyes twinkled at her gasp when she registered it. Yes, he was as large as he’d seemed in the shower. Perhaps even more so.
“I’m thinking I need to strip this gown, beautiful as it is, off you,” he said in a low rasp, hooking a finger under the delicate strap and sliding it down her shoulder. “And teach you a lesson about who your pleasure belongs to.”
As she sucked in a little breath, he smiled. “Did you think I’d forgotten about that? Forgotten how you made yourself come without me there? Or did you think I couldn’t smell it on you?”
She bit back her whimper, heat flaring over her cheeks. There was no way he should be able to know what she’d done. Unless… her eyes widened. There must have been a camera in his quarters and he’d seen everything she’d done. How she’d touched herself.
“So… for that,” he rumbled as he turned her around. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
“Punish?” She gasped but didn’t move as his big hands made short work of the buttons down the center of her back. Her skin tingled where his fingers brushed against it as he pushed the dress off her shoulders.
“Punish,” he confirmed, big hands gliding over the skin that was revealed as the dress slithered to the floor unheeded. She shivered at his touch, her back arching a little as she stepped from the dress and his hands slid up her ribcage from her waist.
Her lingerie wasn’t the designer stuff she was accustomed to, all exclusive labels and expensive silks, but it was pretty and she loved the deep growl in his voice as his big hands closed over her breasts.
“I’m going to punish you by making you scream…”
She caught her breath, the dark threat making her legs tremble and her knees weak.
“…with pleasure. All night long,” he breathed and then nipped her earlobe gently.
The whimper escaped her before she could stop it, and he chuckled as he turned her around, no blue at all in his eyes now. They were dark, completely dark and she shivered again. “I see that caught your interest. Good. The things I’m gonna do to you…”
She didn’t get a chance to answer. The next moment his lips crashed down over hers, stealing her breath as his tongue shoved into her mouth. She melted against him, her arms around his neck as she tried to press herself as close as possible.
He rumbled in the back of his throat, breaking the kiss to spin her and shove her down on the bed in front of her.
“Altav!” she gasped, but then he was there, bending over her with his broad chest against her back.
“Hands on the bed. Keep them there,” he ordered. A large foot kicked hers further apart, his hand over her stomach pulling her ass back into his groin.
“I should be gentle.” His voice was low and anything but. It was a growl, pure and simple, one that made her core ache and clench, unfulfilled. “But I’m not going to be. I can’t be.”
“No… that’s fine. Good even…” she managed as that big hand slid down her front to cup her mons. The pressure of his fingers right where she needed them made her cry out softly. His murmur of approval sounded against her throat as he ran his lips over it and down onto her shoulder.
“You’re wet already,” he whispered, a dark, dirty temptation. He pushed her barely there panties aside, and his thick, strong fingers slid between her pussy lips. She moaned as he collected the slickness he found there, smoothing it up over her clit in short, heart-stopping strokes.
“Oh god, yes… please!”
Never in a million years had she expected to beg a man. She’d wrought a whole persona of being cool, calm and collected… but around him, that disappeared like mist in the morning sun. She craved his touch, arching her back and rocking her hips against his hand… all for just a little more of the toe-curling sensation he offered her.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he breathed, peppering her shoulder with hard, biting kisses. They didn’t hurt. Instead, they made her hotter as liquid heat bathed his fingers. “Come all over my fingers, and then I’m going to make you mine. I’ll fuck you all night long until you beg me to stop.”
She gasped, half in delight and half in pure need as he upped the ante. The heel of his palm pressed against her clit as he slid first one and then two, thick fingers deep inside her silken channel.
“Oh lady,” he groaned as she clenched reflexively around him. “You’re so fucking tight and wet.”
She couldn’t reply as the heat in her body built to inferno levels while he pumped, fucking her with those long, clever digits. Her hands fisted in the bedding, legs locked out as she tried to stay upright and not collapse into a tiny puddle in front of him.
“Please… oh god, Altav… please!” she begged on a broken voice.
He heard her, and sliding his free hand up her throat, he turned her chin to claim her lips as he pulled her upright and cradled her against his broad chest. His hand in her panties never stopped moving, sliding against her needy clit even as he plundered her mouth.
Then, between one breath and the next, it was all too much. With a broken sob lost under his kiss, she shattered apart, her body jerking as her pussy clenched hard around his invading fingers. He growled and kept stroking her, stretching out the pleasure that held her prisoner until she sagged, pliant in his arms.
“That was beautiful,” he whispered reverently as he pulled his fingers from her, lifting them to his lips to lick them clean. The near feral growl that erupted from him made her open her eyes, but she didn’t move a muscle to try and get away. She just watched him through dazed eyes as he turned her, pushing her back down on the bed.
She bounced a little, her gaze riveted on him as he stripped off. Despite her release, heat and need swirled through her again as he all but tore off the dress shirt, revealing the heavily muscled chest and carved abs. Her breathing caught as he undid his pants, shoving them down to his feet and getting rid of his shoes and socks in the same movement. When he stood straight again, the long, thick bar of his cock jutted outward in a proud curve up toward his toned stomach. He caught her looking and smiled, fisting the impressive length.