Page 27 of Guardian's Soul (Space Guardian's Mate #2)
HANNAH
The kiss heated all the emotions I had kept suppressed until then. My fear for him, for me, the adrenaline rush of the mission, the fight with Possedion, and the near-death experience during the wild race through space. I clung to Thrax with all I had, needing the reassurance that he was alive and unhurt. In my mind's eye, I saw him again stalking those Space Guardians back at the mansion. Jeez, could that man be any sexier? He had looked like a predator about to sneak up on his prey. No, scratch that. That's exactly what he had been: a predator.
My predator.
Heat flooded my pussy at that thought.
Effortlessly, Thrax picked me up and carried me to our quarters. There, he put me on my feet and began undressing me.
"I've been dreaming about doing this," he mumbled, pulling my pants down.
He went down on his knees, and I lifted first one leg, then the other, to help him take my pants and panties off. Then, ever so slowly, he rose, gently stroking my legs in the process. My skin pebbled under his touch, and my breath hitched when his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my thighs.
"Your legs are mesmerizing," he said before alternatingly trailing kisses up both legs.
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, followed by my bra.
"So beautiful," he rasped.
And I felt it, too. At that moment, I felt beautiful. I was a personal trainer. I assessed other people's bodies and thought I had always been able to objectively see mine, but in hindsight, I realized I had focused too much on my imperfections. The little jiggle by my thighs, instead of the sexy curve to it. My abdomen was flat but pretty void of muscles. No matter how hard I tried, I didn't seem to gain any there. Now I liked that it was softer compared to his rock-hard body.
His black eyes smoldered in the light as he took me in from head to toe. I wasn't even a little embarrassed to stand there stark naked in front of him.
He raised his hands, and his fingers traced the outline of my breasts as if I were a marble statue.
"So beautiful." His voice was getting hoarser with every word he said.
My nipples rose to attention, needing ministrations from him.
He leaned forward and put his lips around one, causing a tremble to go through me that nearly robbed me of my balance. His tongue darted out, flicked the nipple, and I hissed with pleasure.
His free hand cupped my other breast, slightly squeezed it, and this time, my knees buckled.
"Thrax," I whimpered his name.
My hands moved to his biceps, down his arms. Frustrated, I clawed on the material, needing to feel his skin. He chuckled and pulled his shirt off for me. I traced the markings on his arm, the same as mine, and noticed how his skin quivered underneath. Those markings were becoming erogenous zones for us. I leaned forward and licked one with my tongue. A long, low groan from him rewarded my efforts.
His hands weren't idle. One cupped my ass cheek, the other played with my breast and nipple while his mouth trailed up my throat, behind my ear.
"So delicious." He sighed against my skin.
I worked on his pants, and he shimmied out of them after I loosened the fasteners. His hard erection jumped out, and I made a grab for it, stroking the velvety skin while he moaned in pleasure.
"My turn," he warned before grabbing and hoisting me up on the bed. He climbed between my legs and took possession of my hips before parting my folds.
"Ah!" He groaned as his nose touched my wet core.
Oh fuck! His breath down there, against my most sensitive flesh, sent shivers of pleasure down to my toes. I arched my back, eagerly presenting myself to him. My breath hitched as I anticipated the sensation of his tongue on me.
Thrax didn't disappoint. He started by running his rough tongue through my folds, tasting me in a way that no human had ever done before. Like he was enjoying himself. The thought sent another wave of pleasure through me. My hips bucked involuntarily as he continued his exploration, his tongue darting and flicking.
I gripped the sheets tightly, my nails digging into the fabric as he continued his relentless assault on my senses. The pleasure built up inside me like a cyclone, growing stronger with each passing moment. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, Thrax's skilled tongue found the most sensitive spot within my folds. The shockwave of pleasure that shot through me was indescribable. My whole body tensed, every muscle contracting as I cried out in ecstasy .
He took my clit between his lips, drawing out my orgasm with a patience that bordered on cruelty. Each wave of pleasure seemed to build upon the last until I felt like I was going to explode from the intensity of it all.
As the storm inside me reached its peak, Thrax sensed it and grasped what I needed. He switched tactics, plunging his tongue deep inside me. It was a sensation so intense I cried out in surprise and pleasure. The walls of my core clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper, to savor every inch of him.
"Thrax!" I gasped, my voice barely recognizable as the orgasm surged through me. The cyclone inside me unleashed its fury, and I was at its mercy. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, filling me with such ecstasy that it left me breathless.
Thrax, still between my legs, groaned against my skin as he felt me spasm around him. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as he mercilessly continued his assault on my clit. His tongue lashed against me, licking and sucking at me in a way that made my body tremble until I thought I couldn't take it any longer.
"Thrax," I panted.
"I'm not done with you yet, not even close," he growled.
His words unleashed a new fury of desire spreading through me. Slowly, he climbed up on my body until we were face-to-face. His dark eyes took me in, and a self-satisfied smirk crossed his lips. "You look and taste delicious."
To prove his point, his lips descended on mine so I could taste myself on him. It was the strangest, most arousing thing.
I lifted my hips toward his rock-hard cock and tried to aim myself at him.
"So impatient." He chuckled and took control.
This time, he took his time as he sheathed himself inside me, parting my walls. I couldn't take my eyes off his face as an expression of utter bliss edged onto his features.
He pushed all the way inside me, spreading my walls and filling me like no one ever had. His ridges added a delicious friction that rubbed against my already sensitive walls, stimulating them even more.
"Oh fuck," I moaned.
He pulled partially out, only to thrust back in, leaving me delirious with the sensation of the friction he created.
As he thrust into me, it felt like the intensity of our passion was melding us together, creating a bond that went beyond just physical pleasure. His eyes searched mine as he moved, the connection between us deepening with each passing second, each thrust.
I reached up, my fingers tracing the lines of his face, feeling the silky grooves of his skin under my touch. His eyes closed momentarily at my touch, and I could see the pleasure etched on his features. My heart swelled at the sight of him, feeling a love for him that I never thought possible.
He pressed his face against mine. His hot breaths mingled with mine as we gasped for air. Our bodies continued to move together, every thrust sending a surge of pleasure coursing through us. It felt like we were becoming one being. Each move synchronized perfectly with the other.
"Thrax," I moaned, the orgasm building inside me once again. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, every touch sending a thrill of pleasure through me. Harder, hotter than ever before. A crescendo of bliss moved through me, trying to consume me.
"That's it," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine as he drove himself deeper into me.
He continued to move above me, his strong body pumping powerfully into me. The rhythm of his thrusts matched the pounding of my heart, creating a symphony of desire that filled the room.
"You feel so good," he whispered against my ear .
I arched beneath him to absorb every last ounce of pleasure he was giving me.
Thrax's eyes never left mine, with a look of pure desire and satisfaction that made my heart race.
"Thrax!" I cried out his name, feeling like I was going to explode from the pleasure coursing through me.
"Ah, frygg, Hannah." He followed me close behind.
We both froze for a few moments as we were caught up in our bliss, and in those moments, I felt as if we were one.