He places his large hand on the small of my back and ushers me inside.
The ceiling seems to disappear into the ether, like night. Above, tiny dots of blue quartz softly light the room like stars. In the center of the room, surrounded by crushed velvet pillows and gossamer drapes, is the biggest, most ridiculous, princess canopy bed I’ve ever seen...not that I’ve seen many before.
Or any.
“This is a little over the top,” I say.
“You’re going to be a princess.”
I look over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, but his face is still unreadable. Was that remark sarcastic or resentful? I can’t tell. Even his posture gives nothing away. Shoulders back, eyes straight ahead, hands hanging loosely at his sides.
What is he looking for? What does he want?
Do you want to marry me? I don’t dare ask him. I mean, how could he? We barely know each other. I shouldn’t want to marry him.
But I do.
“This is crazy,” I say, filling the room the sound of my nervous laughter. “Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to marry me.”
Irriuth studies me, his steely eyes impossible to read.
“I mean, we barely know each other,” I continue.
He leans against the wall, looking so rugged and tough beneath the gentle, blue lights. He crosses his massive arms over his chest.
“It would be crazy,” I babble.
His silver eyes flash. “You already said that.”
“So?”
“Are those your only reservations — that it would be crazy, that you don’t expect me to do it, and that we don’t know each other very well?”
“Well, I guess I could think of a few more, but I haven’t had that much time.”
He smiles. “Good. Then it’s my turn.”
I gulp. “Your turn?”
“Yes. I’ve heard your objections. Now I’ll give you my reply.”
He smiles.
My heart starts pounding. It isn’t just that he looks so sexy when he smiles, though he does. His normally fierce features soften into something that I’m pretty sure any woman on any planet would consider hot as hell — or, rather, hot as Talrak.
He moves his large hands to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing his muscular that tapers off into a perfect V. My mouth goes dry — uh, drier than it was before.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Giving you my side of the argument.”
“Really, because it looks like you're undressing.”
“Yeah.” His grin and voice deepen. “I think you need to look at things from a different perspective.” With that, he throws his shirt to the floor.
Oh God. I have a feeling I’m not going to survive this.
His hand moves to his pants. It already looks like he’s about to burst from them. He hisses as he drags the zipper down, hitting his throbbing member. As he does, the entire room grows brighter. He reveals his massive length slowly, allowing my eyes to adjust to his light, so that I can take in all of him at once.
And ladies, there is a lot to take in.
My heart pounds in my chest. My pussy aches so much that it’s difficult to stand. My body reacts like he’s taking me.
He kicks off his boots as he approaches, closing the distance between us.
“O-oh really?” I stammer. It’s so hard to think when he’s so damn perfect and completely naked. “You have something that I haven’t thought about?”
“Yeah. I love you.”
What? I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My body reacts immediately, going hot and weak at the same time. It's amazing I’m still standing. “But you don’t even know me,” I tell him.
“No, Simone. I do.” He swipes his rough hand over my cheek before gently tilting at my chin so that he can capture my gaze with his silver eyes. “You’re strong. You can take care of yourself, but also aren’t afraid to ask for help. You’d go halfway across the universe for a piece of fruit, and then turn around and give it to someone else if they were in need.”
“Okay, I’m not that generous,” I tell him because I don’t want him to get the wrong impression about me. I’d probably give them something other than the fruit.
He chuckles. “I’ve never met anyone like you, not in any of my travels across the universe. A woman with the heart of a warrior. Someone who is as beautiful as she is strong. Someone who can make me glow.”
I glance down at his magnificent, gigantic cock. “Well, I can certainly do that.”
He brings me close with a low growl that shoots through my veins like a jolt of electricity.
“I’ve never glowed for anyone else before, and I never will. My dick shows me irrefutable proof of what my heart knew the moment that I saw you: That I was meant to protect you, to love you, and to mate you.”
Heat rushes over my skin. This is too much of everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m practically hyperventilating. “Are you serious? Do you really want to get married tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
I just stare at him.
“You need more convincing, don’t you?” He leans over, his stubble brushing my neck as his warm lips caress my earlobe. “I was hoping you would.”
Rough hands enclose my waist, large enough to make a curvy girl like me feel small. Giddy, I let out a little shriek of delight as he pulls me into his arms as if I weigh nothing and throws me down on the bed.
Pillows and blankets made from a fabric as soft as silk plume around me. Gasping, I part my legs and Irriuth steps between them, his hand rubbing his gigantic cock, lighting up his perfect, muscular form.
It’s a lot to take in.
Visually and physically.
My cunt clenches as I prop myself up on my elbows and reach forward, grabbing his warm, glowing cock. He growls as he allows me to stroke his massive length. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to its size or it’s surprisingly smooth texture. It’s as large and lethal as his muscular form, but it only glows for me.
The muscles in his neck bulge as he restrains himself from climbing onto the bed and taking me. “You’re playing with fire,” he says, voice low and deep.
“I like playing with fire.” I smirk.
The bed dips as he mounts the bed, large hands gripping my knees as he spreads them apart. The warm glow spills over us like flames. Now we’re both lit by his cock. My soft body below all of his strength, ready to be conquered.
Mated.
He growls his approval as I bring him to my entrance. His hands encasing my hips as the tip breaks through my entrance. I cry out, already stretched by him, already succumbing to his power. With a low note, he holds me still and drives forward, filling me completely.
“Mine,” he whispers over my skin as I become his, body and soul. I spread my legs further, silently begging him to take me even deeper, and he does. There’s simultaneously too much of him and never enough. His powerful body moves over mine and I grip his shoulders and arch my back. He moves faster, sheets sliding off the bed, torn pillows erupting around us as he pushes me up higher onto the bed to get a better, deeper angle.
I cry out as he claims my depths. His mouth is there, over mine, a deep, commanding growl over my desperate moans. He knows exactly what I want and how to give it to me. He moves even faster and deeper until I can do nothing but come undone around him.