me. She cannot be so afraid now.
He would work on the ship, on his pretend repairs, and he would learn about her. He would learn how to court her as a human male would.
R’har snuggled closer, burying his face in her soft flame-colored curls. He breathed in deeply her tantalizing scent, every nerve alight, contentment blossoming in his chest at her nearness. His hardness aching, already lubricating in eagerness to mate, R’har pressed against the curve of her buttocks as he curled his body around hers, rumble-purring with desire.
Just a little while longer, just until she sees me as a mate and not an alien to be feared.
He would win her to him.
My Hope, my beloved . . .
All he needed was time.
Nine
Warm and safe and content, soothed by rumbling that softened her body, Hope lay lightly between sleep and wakefulness with no wish to leave.
The warmth shifted against her, his arms tightening around her. The tone of the purr changed too, deepening to send tingles up her thighs and tighten her nipples. With a moan, Hope arched back, to pressing her buttocks against the hardness there.
Her gown was already bunched high on her legs from sleep but now warm fingers, the skin slightly roughened, slid the silky fabric high, tracing her bare shoulder as the nightdress came over her head to be tossed aside.
Her lips parted as the heat of his mouth touched the spot where her neck and shoulder met, the sweet shock of his bare skin against hers as his fingers skimmed over her hip. With a groan, he slid her panties down and Hope eagerly helped free herself by kicking them off.
His big body curved around her from behind, his fangs ever so slightly nipping at her shoulder as his hand cupped her breast, his roughened fingers teasing the hardened peak there. She could feel him hot and hard against her as his hand slid lower, moving over her belly and lower still to brush the lips there, his touch light as it skimmed her clit.
“God . . .” Hope groaned, her body melting into his as he stroked her to readiness.
Her insides were tight, aching, as she turned toward him. Her hands skimmed his warm skin, his shoulders, the flatness of his belly and hips, the muscles quivering beneath her touch.
Even by this faint light she knew this wasn’t Brian, any man she’d ever known or could ever know. This was a lover drawn from her most secret desires, an angel and a beast in one who demanded to be yielded to when she had no desire but to be taken.
The rumbling-purr deepened further, sending insistent waves of heat between her thighs as he brushed his nose to hers, then his mouth covered her own. Hope wound her arms around his neck, her fingers threading in the silkiness of his hair as he deepened the kiss.
He urged her wider and arched over her, his heavy cock resting on her inner thigh. He pressed his nose to the hollow of her throat and a fine tremble ran the length of his body as he breathed her in.
He was fully aroused, her exquisite incubus, beautifully formed, not too different from a man, though his penis had a ruddier color. Moisture glistened at the head and impulsively Hope took his shaft in her hand.
He froze instantly. His mouth parted and the tone of his purr deepened as she stroked him, her thumb running over the slick wetness at the tip. The natural moisture increased, making it easy to slide her hand over his length. Her fingers, wrapped around him, didn’t quite touch and instinctively he started to rock against her.
A fine tremble ran the length of his body and his glowing eyes met hers then, wild and a little helpless.
Hope’s hand went to his hip to press him forward, shifting beneath him to spread her legs a little wider. He groaned when she brought the head of his cock to her opening.
He was big, bigger than any man she’d ever had before, but he went slowly, almost reverently, the moisture of him with her own wetness spreading her lips easily. His hips drew back and he moved again, plunging his cock
He would work on the ship, on his pretend repairs, and he would learn about her. He would learn how to court her as a human male would.
R’har snuggled closer, burying his face in her soft flame-colored curls. He breathed in deeply her tantalizing scent, every nerve alight, contentment blossoming in his chest at her nearness. His hardness aching, already lubricating in eagerness to mate, R’har pressed against the curve of her buttocks as he curled his body around hers, rumble-purring with desire.
Just a little while longer, just until she sees me as a mate and not an alien to be feared.
He would win her to him.
My Hope, my beloved . . .
All he needed was time.
Nine
Warm and safe and content, soothed by rumbling that softened her body, Hope lay lightly between sleep and wakefulness with no wish to leave.
The warmth shifted against her, his arms tightening around her. The tone of the purr changed too, deepening to send tingles up her thighs and tighten her nipples. With a moan, Hope arched back, to pressing her buttocks against the hardness there.
Her gown was already bunched high on her legs from sleep but now warm fingers, the skin slightly roughened, slid the silky fabric high, tracing her bare shoulder as the nightdress came over her head to be tossed aside.
Her lips parted as the heat of his mouth touched the spot where her neck and shoulder met, the sweet shock of his bare skin against hers as his fingers skimmed over her hip. With a groan, he slid her panties down and Hope eagerly helped free herself by kicking them off.
His big body curved around her from behind, his fangs ever so slightly nipping at her shoulder as his hand cupped her breast, his roughened fingers teasing the hardened peak there. She could feel him hot and hard against her as his hand slid lower, moving over her belly and lower still to brush the lips there, his touch light as it skimmed her clit.
“God . . .” Hope groaned, her body melting into his as he stroked her to readiness.
Her insides were tight, aching, as she turned toward him. Her hands skimmed his warm skin, his shoulders, the flatness of his belly and hips, the muscles quivering beneath her touch.
Even by this faint light she knew this wasn’t Brian, any man she’d ever known or could ever know. This was a lover drawn from her most secret desires, an angel and a beast in one who demanded to be yielded to when she had no desire but to be taken.
The rumbling-purr deepened further, sending insistent waves of heat between her thighs as he brushed his nose to hers, then his mouth covered her own. Hope wound her arms around his neck, her fingers threading in the silkiness of his hair as he deepened the kiss.
He urged her wider and arched over her, his heavy cock resting on her inner thigh. He pressed his nose to the hollow of her throat and a fine tremble ran the length of his body as he breathed her in.
He was fully aroused, her exquisite incubus, beautifully formed, not too different from a man, though his penis had a ruddier color. Moisture glistened at the head and impulsively Hope took his shaft in her hand.
He froze instantly. His mouth parted and the tone of his purr deepened as she stroked him, her thumb running over the slick wetness at the tip. The natural moisture increased, making it easy to slide her hand over his length. Her fingers, wrapped around him, didn’t quite touch and instinctively he started to rock against her.
A fine tremble ran the length of his body and his glowing eyes met hers then, wild and a little helpless.
Hope’s hand went to his hip to press him forward, shifting beneath him to spread her legs a little wider. He groaned when she brought the head of his cock to her opening.
He was big, bigger than any man she’d ever had before, but he went slowly, almost reverently, the moisture of him with her own wetness spreading her lips easily. His hips drew back and he moved again, plunging his cock
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