Page 11 of Alien on the Moon (Thryal Mates #3)
Elena
Watching Rylan have fun and let go was a sight. Elena enjoyed every moment, and when Rylan won the beer pong tournament, she felt a sense of pride.
This man is mine, she thought.
With his hand firmly wrapped in hers, she pulled him eagerly back to their room. The moment the door closed behind them, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
Rylan responded with equal fervor, holding her tightly against his chest. They separated, both gasping for breath, their faces flushed and cheeks glowing. His fingers traced the contours of her face as if he were trying to memorize every line and every curve.
“Tonight was incredible,” Rylan whispered, his gaze lost in hers. Elena could only nod in agreement, too consumed by the heated proximity to articulate words.
His arms wound tightly around her waist, pulling her even nearer to him. Their surroundings faded into an intimate blur as their hearts beat loudly in their ears, their world reduced to the feel of each other’s bodies and the taste of the other’s lips. Rylan’s hand dove into her red-brown hair, a low groan vibrating in his throat.
He moved them toward the bed without breaking their kiss, gracefully maneuvering through the dimly lit room. They fell onto it with a soft thud, his body hovering over hers as they continued their feverish exploration. The cool sheets underneath Elena were a stark contrast to his warm body pressing against hers.
Their clothes became a hindrance, and with a mutual understanding, they began to shed them, their hands feverishly working at buttons and zippers. The cool air hit their exposed skin, causing goosebumps to prickle across their bodies.
Elena made a small noise of surprise when Rylan’s hands touched the bare skin of her back, sending a shiver cascading down her spine. He chuckled softly, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered comforting words.
Rylan gently nibbled at the nape of her neck, his fingers tracing patterns along her side. She gasped softly as his hand slipped under her waistband.
Elena’s fingers dug into his shoulders, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arched against him. His whispered promises into the shell of her ear only heightened her sensations.
He planted kisses from her jawline down to her shoulder, leaving a trail of fire along her skin. He moved lower and lower, his lips leaving a path of tingling sensation down her chest and stomach. Her hands roamed through his hair, pulling him closer to her. Every touch seemed to set her skin ablaze, but she welcomed the flame, craved it.
His hands moved with a purpose, each touch a promise of love whispered between them. Their eyes locked, and at that moment, they acknowledged the passion that surged like lightning between them. It was electrifying, overwhelming even, but neither of them wanted it to stop.
The sound of their hearts thudding filled the room as they explored each other with an undying curiosity. Elena writhed beneath him, her breath hitching when his lips grazed her hipbone.
A shiver ran up her spine, making her gasp for air. Rylan responded by pressing himself closer to her, his body heat seeping into her skin.
She ached for him, arching her hips so he would touch her where she craved him most. He obliged, planting a kiss at the juncture of her thighs. She cried out as a cascade of sensations washed over her.
As he continued to lick and tease her, she clung to him tighter, her hands clawing at his back, every whimper and gasp music to his ears.
Elena gasped when his fingers entered her, her heart pounding like a drum. She could feel herself falling apart beneath him, letting go of everything.
His name was a broken whisper on her lips, a plea for more, and he didn’t disappoint. He moved with slow precision, each thrust eliciting another gasp from Elena.
She clutched him desperately as he quickened his movements. Her breathing hitched as she felt herself nearing the edge of pleasure. He watched her closely, her eyes darkening with lust as he saw her teetering on the brink.
With one final push, Elena shattered beneath him. Her body convulsed in pure ecstasy as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name as an intimate affirmation of their shared euphoria.
After a moment of letting Elena recover from her high, Rylan pressed light kisses to her forehead and cheeks before making his way to her lips once again. His tongue entwined with hers in an exchange that spoke louder than words.
Everything about this moment was perfect. The way his body fit into hers like missing puzzle pieces, the way his breath hitched as she ran her fingers down his back, the way his voice sounded when he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Everything was unequivocally perfect.
He had been patient enough, and as the last of her tremors died away, he entered her with a slow thrust. Elena gasped, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to his size.
Rylan buried his face in her neck, his breath warm and steady against her skin. He was surprisingly gentle, taking care not to hurt her as he began to move.
Every thrust made Elena whimper with pleasure, her hips moving in sync with his. She was clutching at him desperately, each touch drawing lines of fire across her skin. He moved deliberately within her, grinding his hips against hers.
The sensation was too much, intoxicating in intensity. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him deeper into her. His movements became faster, more urgent, yet he maintained a gentleness that kept her comfort paramount. Rylan’s hands held on to her with a fervor that spoke volumes of his feelings for her.
Each thrust echoed through the room like a whispered confession of their shared desire. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony as if they had been dancing this intimate waltz for an eternity. Beads of sweat glistened on their skin, their breaths ragged and panting as they neared their precipice together.
Rylan’s eyes met hers, revealing a depth of emotion more profound than any words. His hand moved to gently cradle her face, his thumb tenderly stroking her flushed cheek. His gaze was so intense, so loving, that it made her heart flutter wildly.
Her name fell from his lips like a prayer as he thrust into her harder, pushing them both toward the edge. The sound of it sent tremors down Elena’s spine, intensifying the knot of pleasure building within her. She felt herself teetering on the edge of bliss.
“Rylan...” she murmured, her voice soft and filled with awe. His name on her lips was like a benediction. It was a plea for more. More of his touch, more of his love, more of him.
He smiled with a tender and loving expression as he heard her whisper his name. It was faint, nearly drowned out by the sounds of their labored breathing, their bodies moving against each other rhythmically.
Rylan’s movements didn’t falter even for a moment. He kept his gaze locked with hers. There was raw emotion in them, a mixture of love, passion, and an irresistible desire that seemed to have taken hold of her.
Elena could feel the tension building within her again, the pleasure surging to unimaginable heights. She clung to him tightly as if her life depended on it.
Her nails traced paths down his back under the intensity of the moment. Every thrust of Rylan’s body against hers only added fuel to the fire building up inside her.
“Elena,” he groaned, his voice strained as he continued to move in rhythm with her. His voice was hoarse from exertion, yet it was sweetly melodic in Elena’s ears as she felt herself getting closer to climaxing.
She was trembling beneath him now, waves of pleasure cascading through her body. The world around her seemed to blur into insignificance as she focused only on Rylan and the intimacy they shared.
He increased his pace in response to her plea, causing Elena’s mind to spiral into oblivion. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, yet not enough. She needed more of him. She craved the closeness that his body provided.
Her hands roamed his back, tracing the solid muscles, her fingers digging into his skin as though attempting to imprint him onto her flesh. His taste lingered on her lips, potent and sweet, a flavor she intended never to forget.
With a trembling gasp, Elena pushed her hips up to meet his powerful thrusts, feeling the world tilt as an intense wave of pleasure stormed through her. Elena was unraveling beneath him, her body responding to his in such a primal way that it left her reeling.
“Rylan,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper against the sound of their pounding hearts. Her nails dug into his back as she clung to him tightly, pulling him deep within her.
Before long Elena felt that familiar coil in her stomach start to tighten again. “Rylan,” she panted out, letting him know she was close. He nodded against her shoulder, increasing his speed in response.
With one final thrust, they found their release together, bodies clenching and convulsing in the throes of shared ecstasy. A wave of intense pleasure washed over them both, tearing moans from their throats as they clung to one another.
As the pulsating waves subsided, they lay entwined, panting heavily. Rylan pressed lazy kisses down her neck, igniting small sparks that sent shivers down her spine.
The silence of the room was broken by the slow rhythm of their breathing and the soft whispers of adoration they exchanged in the aftermath.