Page 24 of Survivor (A Space Pearl’s Treat #2)

As I slid beneath the luxurious furs, he released a soft, contented sigh that melted my heart.

Though still embraced by dreams, he instinctively turned toward me, enfolding me in a perfect spooning embrace.

His powerful chest pressed against the curve of my back, his arm securing me against him as if afraid I might vanish.

His cock nestled against my backside, hot and pulsing with desire even in slumber.

I suppressed a broad grin at how much he wanted me, even in his sleep.

Vraxxan had restrained himself before, unwilling to force our bond.

Now we were bound…eternally connected. No more hesitation.

The time had come—once he awakened, of course.

I wanted him well-rested for what lay ahead. I wanted him, period.

From somewhere within the treehouse, I detected the subtle movements of Vysar gathering his hunting gear with the same natural stealth his son had inherited.

He materialized in our doorway without a sound, his presence as ethereal as morning mist. When his eyes found me awake, his face transformed with a knowing smile that illuminated his weathered features.

Our gazes locked in wordless understanding, and he offered anaffectionate nod before departing, bow and quiver adorning his back like an ancient symbol.

Vysar was setting out to hunt, gifting us precious solitude. He knew it was time, too.

I don’t know how long I lay there, in that dreamy space between sleep and wakefulness, savoring the warmth of being enveloped in the arms of the man I loved.

The sun climbed higher in the sky, transforming the rich golden rays of dawn into a softer, more delicate glow that danced across our skin.

The sun d climbed higher in the sky, transforming the rich golden rays of dawn into a softer, more delicate glow that danced across our skin.

I felt Vraxxan stir behind me, his deep, rhythmic breathing quickening as consciousness found him. The powerful arms that held me close tensed ever so slightly, pulling me more firmly against his chest.

His hardness pressed insistently against my backside, sending a delicious shiver up my spine.

With a mischievous smile playing on my lips, I deliberately arched back against him, relishing the friction between us.

The sound that escaped Vraxxan’s throat was a tantalizing mixture of pleasure and sweet torment.

“I see someone is feeling better,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He slid his powerful arms around my waist, holding me captive against him while he buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, as if trying to memorize my scent.

“Much better,” I sighed, melting into his embrace.

“How long have you been awake?” I felt Vraxxan lift his head, his vigilant gaze sweeping across our surroundings, ever protective.

“A while,” I admitted softly, my fingers tracing patterns on his forearm. “I wanted to let you sleep. You seemed exhausted. You probably didn’t rest at all while I was sick, did you?”

Vraxxan gave a deep, languid yawn and stretched his magnificent body, the smooth movement of his scales against my skin sending pleasant tingles through me.

When he spoke again, his voice was deep and vulnerable, laden with emotion.

“I was afraid to shut my eyes. I worried you wouldn’t be here when I opened them again. ”

My heart broke for the worry he’d suffered.

I twisted in his embrace, curving my arms around his neck and pressing myself tightly against him.

Vraxxan’s arms encircled my waist, gentle yet exuding an undeniable strength that enveloped me like a protective shield.

For long moments, we simply held each other, our breaths mingling as we savored the intoxicating blend of our scents.

Then, he kissed me—soft, gentle kisses he scattered across my face and neck, each one a tender caress that gradually transformed into a deep, passionate encounter.

Our tongues intertwined, engaging in a dance as ancient as time itself.

I pressed myself against him, feeling the rigid hardness of his cock against my belly, and a moan of pleasure escaped my lips at the thought of finally being claimed by him.

“You want this? You want me?” Vraxxan asked, his hands gliding upward, his fingers teasingly brushing across my swollen nipples, sending delicious shivers cascading down my spine.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” I sighed breathlessly, arching into his touch, feeling his cock grow impossibly thicker where it pressed insistently against my belly.

I squirmed against him, a seductive smile playing on my lips as I heard him groan in response, the sound vibrating through my very soul.

Vraxxan kissed his way down my neck and shoulders, his lips warm and insistent against my flushed skin, then gently rolled me onto my back.

His eyes shimmered like a sparkling teal sea beneath a summer sun as he swept back the blankets, his hungry gaze drinking in my naked form with an intensity that sent waves of desire rippling across my trembling body.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with unbridled desire. I smiled at his words, not only because he made me feel so utterly desirable but also at the way he had adopted my favorite curse word, making it his own in that deliciously deep voice.

His hands moved to my breasts, fingers tracing soft, tantalizing circles before lightly pinching my nipples, drawing a sharp, needy cry from my lips.

When he latched onto a nipple with his hot mouth, suckling gently, my back arched in desperate response, and he growled, sucking greedily.

His hands gripped my waist, holding me still as he moved from one breast to the other, leaving each one tingling and exquisitely sensitive.

His hands traveled lower, and he emitted a low, rumbling growl, his lips curving upward slightly at the abundant wetness he discovered between my thighs.

I rocked against his hands, craving more of his touch as he expertly stroked my swollen clit with his thumb, sliding two thick, powerful fingers inside my aching channel.

I felt myself pulse around his fingers, my hips instinctively rising to meet him, wanting more, needing more of the delicious pressure he provided, my body begging for his possession.

His powerful hands gently parted my trembling legs, and he lowered his head between my quivering thighs.

His ravenous tongue explored my inflamed, sensitive flesh, creating a maelstrom of sensation as he nipped, licked, and sucked, stoking the inferno within me to unbearable heights.

I erupted in a flood of ecstasy, a scream of pure, unrestrained pleasure escaping my lips as I coated his mouth with my release.

“I love the sounds you make, zeihava,” Vraxxan murmured, his voice a low, primal growl as he licked his glistening lips, savoring every drop as if it were the most precious nectar.

“Please, Vraxxan!“ I reached for him, my fingers desperately grasping at the hardened muscles of his broad shoulders, trying to draw him closer to my burning body.

“I want... I need you.” My desire for him transcended the mere physical need for release.

This was a primal, ancient force that bound not just our bodies but our hearts and souls in a dance of pure, unadulterated desire.

Vraxxan towered over me, his chiseled form silhouetted against the dim light, one hand gripping his throbbing cock.

He was a vision of raw, masculine power, every muscle carved with exquisite precision, his body a testament to strength and virility.

And he was mine—all mine. His smile, a blend of tender affection and smoldering desire, pierced my heart like a finely honed blade, so swift and sharp I felt no discomfort, only warmth, desire, and pleasure.

I reached up, my fingers digging impatiently into the rippling muscles of his shoulders, urging him closer to my aching core.

He responded with a slow, deliberate stroke, sliding his velvet-sheathed, hard-as-steel cock along the length of my entrance, the delicious friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through me as it grazed my sensitive clit.

“You’re so tiny, zeihava,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my very core.

His eyes, dark and intense with passion, held a flicker of concern.

The head of his cock throbbed powerfully as he pressed it gently against my entrance, his muscles taut with restraint. “I’m afraid I will hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I promised, my voice steady with conviction and trust. It was a truth etched deep within my soul.

To prove my trust and desire, I lifted my hips, pressing against him invitingly.

He responded instinctively, the head of his cock slipping inside, filling me with a mix of delicious pressure and a fleeting pinch of pain that quickly gave way to overwhelming pleasure.

He was so big, so hot inside me, a perfect fit that completed me in ways I never knew possible.

I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, urging him deeper.

Vraxxan’s grip on my hips tightened, pulling me hard against him as he thrust, impaling me completely.

A deep, throaty moan escaped my lips, my core clamping around him like a silken vise.

He shuddered with pleasure, his powerful body trembling with the intensity of our union.

Seated to the hilt, he filled me completely, our bodies joined together in a dance of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Vraxxan tensed, his corded muscles taut and gleaming with a sheen of sweat, pinning me beneath his smoldering gaze.

My breath hitched and quickened, each inhale a desperate gasp for air, as my body pulsed rhythmically around his throbbing length.

He withdrew slightly, the cool air rushing to fill the void before plunging forward again, filling me completely.

A moan of sheer bliss escaped my lips, my head lolling back onto the pillows as he began to move rhythmically within me, each thrust deeper and more passionate than the last. His body was a landscape of perfection, each muscle carved with painstaking precision, each line a testament to his godlike strength.

My arms wound around his neck, fingers tracing the hot, damp scales, exploring the valleys and peaks of his magnificent form.

“Vraxxan, Vraxxan, Vraxxan,“ I chanted, his name a sacred mantra on my lips, a prayer to the heavens.

His hips increased their tempo, each thrust more urgent and demanding than the last. I could feel the barely contained power beneath my fingertips, the tremble of his muscles as he held himself back, awaiting my climax with loving patience.

“My mate,” he growled possessively, his voice a low, primal rumble that reverberated through my very soul.

His hand delved between us, calloused fingers brushing against my pulsing, swollen clit.

Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, my body convulsing around him as I screamed out his name, my inner core clutching at his thick shaft, drawing him in deeper, claiming him as mine.

With a thunderous roar that echoed through the room, Vraxxan gave into pleasure, his scalding release pumping into me in powerful jets.

His body quaked with the force of it before he collapsed atop me, his weight borne by his trembling arms. His warm body enveloped me protectively, his forehead gently resting against mine, his cock still deeply embedded within me as we breathed in perfect unison, our chests rising and falling together.

The sunlight had changed, becoming more golden and ethereal, and the jungle scent painted with our arousal filled the air like an exotic perfume.

I couldn’t tell how long we stayed intertwined like that, but eventually, Vraxxan stirred, slowly lifting himself off me and sliding out, leaving a lingering sensation of emptiness in his absence.

I moaned softly, missing his comforting weight, but he quickly drew me into his powerful embrace, wrapping me in his warmth.

I nestled my head against his broad chest, lulled by the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat, like a sacred drum.

Vraxxan’s cheek rested atop my head, his breath a gentle warmth against my hair as he whispered sweet nothings, words of devotion that danced like a romantic lullaby in the air between us.

I’d never felt so safe, so cherished. My body was deliciously sore and exhausted, yet I felt complete in a way I had never imagined possible.

In that perfect moment, all I wanted was to remain in Vraxxan’s arms forever, enveloped by the sound of his heartbeat.

“Are you okay?” he murmured softly, his fingers weaving through my silken hair with infinite tenderness.

“Are you kidding?” I replied, propping myself up on an elbow to gaze into his mesmerizing eyes, my muscles trembling slightly from the effort.

“That was…,” I paused, shaking my head, unable to find words in my vocabulary worthy enough to capture the essence of the transcendent experience we had just shared. “It was perfect.”

A wave of pride and warmth washed over his handsome expression as he cradled my face in his large hands. His teal eyes gazed into mine with such intensity and devotion that I could feel their impact resonating deep within my soul.

“I love you,” I whispered, the words slipping out like a sacred vow, each syllable a beat of my heart.

A flicker of profound emotion crossed his face. In that magical moment, Vraxxan appeared more content and happier than I had ever seen him, his eyes shining with the light of a thousand stars.

“I love you, Lucy.”