RavishedbyMoonbeam (11 page)

He groaned into her mouth and he rocked, pushing her back,
smacking his chest ridges against her breasts and her ass against the wall. The
sting resonated over her skin and she writhed under him, adding her circular
sweeps of her hips to his forward motion, working with him, not against him,
reaching for a satisfaction to please them both.

They kissed, their love noises absorbed by tongue and mouth.
She matched him grunt for grunt, the sheen over his green-and-black form
transferred onto her skin, their bodies entwined. Danielle dug her fingernails
into him, the scent of blood adding to his musk, and he drove into her faster
and faster, until their rhythm was a punishing slap of flesh on flesh, her
nipples raw and sore, her ass pounded into the wall, her pussy gushing with
juice.

Her breath was pressed from her lungs and she twisted free
of his lips, gulping the recycled spaceship air. “My Krol.” She arched back
against the wall as he dragged his sharp teeth down her neck to suck savagely
at the curve of neck and shoulder, his tug and release matching the movement of
his hips.

His muscles rippled under her palms while he surged into
her, loving her relentlessly with his finely honed warrior form. He was an unstoppable
force and she was swept into his wake, her physique tiny and fragile compared
to his hard ridges and big hands, yet she felt powerful because with one word,
she could redirect that force. His strength was hers to use, hers to command,
like a weapon she could use to kill or to love.

To love. I love him.

Danielle gripped him tighter, holding him fast, the soul
mate she’d never dreamt to find. “My Krol.” She licked the moisture off his
shoulder, tasting his salt, his efforts, his love. All of her tightened until
she ached for release, and he shook with restraint, his cock vibrating so
quickly, it was a constant hum inside her.

“My Danielle.” His voice cracked with his plea.

“Yes.” Danielle bit his shoulder ridge, and the taste of his
blood pushed her over the edge. She shrieked her surrender against his skin and
her hips jerked forward, taking him completely inside her.

He flung his head back and released a deafening roar as he
pinned her body against the wall, his cum bathing her pussy. A shudder cascaded
down his form, rattling his ridges, and he fell to his knees with a loud thump,
Danielle’s ass bouncing on his thighs. “My Danielle.” Krol rested his forehead
against hers, his ridged, hers smooth. “My Danielle.” He kissed her with a
tenderness that melted her already battered heart.

“My Krol.” She cupped his cheeks, stroking his ridges with
her thumbs.

Krol’s lips twitched once, twice, and a chuckle escaped him.

“What?” She gazed at him, perplexed.

“Puppy!” His shoulders shook with laughter.

Puppy bounded around them, his tongue lolling out of his
mouth, his eyes big and adoring. The pit bull barked. Krol barked back and the
puppy slinked away, his tail dragging on the floor.

“He licked my ass,” Krol explained, his face dark with
color.

Danielle smiled. “Puppy loves… No.” She shook her head, her
humor dissipating. “
I
love you.” Saying the words filled her with power,
not weakness. “I love you, my Krol.” She didn’t hold anything back, gazing into
his green-and-black eyes with all of her love, all of her softness exposed,
trusting him to keep her safe.

“You are the best
druzka
.” Krol rubbed his nose
against hers. “But.” He drew his head back, his eyes glimmering with mischief.
“
I
am the best warrior.”

Danielle laughed and hugged him tight. “You are the best warrior,”
she conceded.

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