Page 6 of Alien on the Moon (Thryal Mates #3)

Rylan

Elena’s hands trembled as they clutched Rylan’s shirt. He could feel every tremor of her body against his, and it ignited him. Every whispered word fueled his desire for her. Every touch, every caress, was like a blazing inferno that burned like the sun.

Her eyes bore into his own, more potent than the strongest of liquors. The space between them was a battlefield, and their silent exchange of glances were volleys of arrows and cannon fire.

It wasn’t just carnal desire. It was an emotional connection that penetrated his heart deeper than any dagger could. Rylan cupped Elena’s face tenderly, brushing aside a stray lock of hair with an almost reverent touch. He drowned in her sapphire eyes. The corners crinkled with fear and anticipation, mirroring his own.

“Rylan,” she whispered his name like a prayer, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He leaned in closer, feeling her warm breath dance across his skin. “I want you.”

His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, down to the nape of her neck, each touch searing its path into his memory. Her breath hitched as she leaned into him, her much softer frame melting into the solid shield of his body.

The room around them dissolved into insignificance. The world outside ceased to exist.

All that mattered was this moment, the intoxicating mixture of fear and desire coursing through them like a wild river.

Rylan’s lips found hers, seeking solace in their delicate curve. Elena’s fingers balled into fists in his shirt, anchoring her to him as waves of passion crashed over them.

Her lips were sweet, her taste intoxicating. It was an elixir he could not get enough of.

Her hands explored his chest. His arms encircled her protectively, pulling her closer until no space separated them. Her heart pounded against her ribs, keeping rhythm with his own thunderous heartbeat.

His breath hitched as her lips trailed a path of fire down his neck, whispering words that stoked the flames within him even higher. She was an elixir, intoxicating him with every taste of her lips.

His senses were in overdrive. All he could smell was the faint scent of lavender from her hair, all he could hear was the ragged sound of their breathing.

Unable to bear it a moment longer, Rylan began undressing her. He wanted to see every perfect inch of her.

Their lips separated only when he pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her in all her splendor. His eyes drank in the sight of her, moonlight highlighting the curves and dips of her body. He traced the line of her collarbone with his thumb and then down to the swell of her breasts encased in delicate lace. The sight that stole his breath away.

Elena’s eyes looked up at him from under heavy lashes, a veritable ocean of desire in their depths. One hand tugged urgently at his shirt, pulling him down toward her again.

Their lips met in another explosive kiss as Rylan discarded his own clothing, guided by an urgency spurred by the heat of their bodies pressed together.

Her hands roamed over his chest, exploring every ripple and contour of muscle. His own hands mirrored hers, each brush of his fingers leaving her gasping for breath.

In response, she wound a hand around the nape of his neck drawing him closer than he ever thought possible. The world contracted to the space between them, to the rhythm they created with the synchrony of their heartbeats, to the urgency reflected in their intermingling breaths.

Rylan unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, soon making her pants follow. His fingertips traced down the curve of her waist and along the slope of her hip, his touch both exploratory and possessive.

He looked into her eyes once more, finding a fear made beautiful by trust. A single nod from Elena was all he needed.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew her even closer.

Her body arched into his, craving the press of flesh on flesh. She stroked his smooth head then pulled him down to her, drawing a low growl from deep within him.

As he stroked her wet heat through the lace of her panties, Elena’s breath hitched, and she let out a soft moan.

He slipped his hand under her silk panties, his touch electrified by the warmth of her womanhood. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back. A shiver ran through him as he gently explored the most intimate part of her, fascinated by the gentle swell and damp heat that answered his questing fingers.

His gaze never left Elena’s face as he watched her reactions. Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips parted in surprised gasps, and her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the wave of sensations. He was lost in her. Every gasp she made, every shiver, and every moan sent tremors through his body as if they were one entity.

Pulling down her panties with shaky hands, Rylan revealed her fully to his gaze. His heart pounded with a mixture of reverence and lust as he looked at Elena, lying before him as vulnerable as she was beautiful. Every curve of her body seemed to beckon him closer, promising a sweet surrender that he had only dreamed of.

“Oh, god,” Elena whimpered.

Rylan continued his ministrations with a fervor heightened by her response. His fingers danced lightly over the sensitive flesh, each touch eliciting gasps and soft moans from Elena that stoked the fire burning within him.

Emboldened by her sounds, he leaned in close, his breath hot on her damp skin. His lips met the softness of her inner thigh, lightly tasting her there. Elena’s breath hitched at the contact, and her fingers dug deeper into Rylan’s hair, pulling him closer.

Rylan was drowning in a sea of desire, his every thought consumed with Elena. He wanted to memorize every inch of her body, every sound she made. His hands explored the soft expanse of her skin, tracing the contours of her hips and thighs with a reverence that sent shivers down Elena’s spine.

Moving further up, he pressed gentle kisses along the path his fingers had traced moments ago. Elena’s body arched beneath him, a silent plea for more.

“Mmm… Rylan,” she whimpered. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, forcing his excitement to grow.

Relishing in the sounds he was drawing from Elena, Rylan’s touches became more insistent. Her moans filled the room, acting like fuel to his burning desire. With each stroke of his tongue against her sensitive flesh, she bucked against him, seeking more of that electrifying sensation.

He complied willingly to her silent pleas, increasing the pressure of his tongue and tracing patterns that had her gasping and writhing beneath him. The taste of her was intoxicating, driving him to explore further and deeper. His hands slid up her body, stroking the soft skin of her stomach before encircling her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her pebbled nipples that ached for his touch.

Her breath came in short sharp gasps as his fingers danced over her soft skin. Rylan could feel her body tightening around him, her moans growing ever more frantic and high-pitched as she neared the brink.

“Rylan... I... oh, god...” Elena’s words dissolved into incoherent whispers, drowned out by the rhythmic pounding of their desperate heartbeats.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers and found a world of desire reflected in her eyes that mirrored his own. He intensified his efforts as he felt her body begin to shake beneath him.

Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream caught in her throat as she reached the peak of pleasure. He stroked her through each wave until she relaxed, panting, flushed, and utterly sated.

With sweat pooling on his forehead, Rylan paused to admire Elena once more with eyes that sparkled like galaxies being born and a chest heaving as if trying to catch every star within it. He couldn’t help but smile seeing the satisfaction painted across her face.

Before long, Elena’s hand found its way back to Rylan’s smooth head, pulling him up toward her in a clear indication that she was far from done with him. His body pressed against hers, the hard plane of his chest against the soft curves of hers.

His lips found hers in a kiss filled with hunger and need, their bodies aligning in a way that seemed as natural as breathing.

“Elena,” Rylan murmured against her mouth huskily.

His touch explored her with a renewed fervor. He entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed inside inch by slow inch until he was fully sheathed within her.

A gasp escaped Elena’s lips as she adjusted to his size, her body stretching deliciously around him. He remained still for a moment, allowing her time to relax before he began to move. He was slow and gentle at first but quickly gained intensity.

Her fingers dug into his back as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own, the intensity building like an unending wave and threatening to crash over them both. “Rylan,” she whimpered, her voice shaky. His thrusts became more insistent, his hips grinding against hers with each forward movement.

“Let go for me, Elena,” Rylan whispered into her ear, his voice rough.

She cried out, her body convulsing as she climaxed.

Feeling Elena tighten around him was all it took for Rylan to lose control as well. His movements became uneven as he succumbed to the pleasure coursing through him. His moans mingled with Elena’s in the air between them as he rode out his own orgasm.

They lay there panting afterward, bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat-soaked sheets. Rylan placed a kiss on Elena’s forehead before pulling her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist protectively.

“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly.

Elena looked up at him from where she had nestled herself against his chest. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. “I’m more than okay.”

Rylan smiled, feeling sated and more relaxed than he had in years.