Sweet gods…
He lifted his hands up, giving her access.
He couldn’t bear for her not to have whatever she wanted. He only hoped his form didn’t frighten her. Though he might be similar in shape and features to a Terran man, he was Jordraaki, and descended from dragons.
She gasped lightly as she revealed his chest, pressing her palms against his pecs and running them down over his abs.
He was larger and more muscular than men of her species. He was glad if that pleased her.
Then her fingers were toying with his belt and the slide of his breeches, and he could bear no more.
He took both her wrists in one of his hands and used the other to release the fastenings himself.
“I’m different from your kind,” he told her in a husky whisper, still trapping her wrists in his hand.
“Are we… compatible?” she asked him, pulling back to gaze up at him worriedly.
“Yes, of course,” he told her, reeling at the idea that she might think he would take her this far without a warning.
Her shoulders dropped with relief and her expression melted back into neediness.
“Please,” she murmured, struggling against his hold.
The word seared through him, branding him with hot need, and he let go of her hand.
Instantly, she was sliding her small hands around the waist of his trousers, pushing them down, baring his rigid cock, which throbbed desperately for her.
He watched her face as she examined him, taking in his member, which was blushing deep green, and like the rest of him, probably larger than any she had seen before.
Her eyes traced his length, landing on the place where the base met the rest of his body.
The vestiges of three shimmering scales were a memory of what his species had been. They were smooth and beveled at the edges, and he knew they could bring her exquisite pleasure if she was able to accept him fully.
But for now, they glittered dangerously in the moonlight, a signal to April that he was not her kind.
He watched her face for a reaction.
“Beautiful,” she whispered, reaching her fingers out to caress his scales with whisper-light delicacy.
He let his head fall back and groaned in ecstasy.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, pulling her hand back like he was on fire.
But it was all too much, he could feel himself winding up so tightly.
“I need you naked,” he gritted through a clenched jaw. “Now.”
Her eyes widened and she moved to remove her clothing, but she was going so slowly, and he could scent her desire with his heightened senses.
“I’ll buy you new clothes,” he promised as he half-ripped them from her, letting them fall in tatters on the ground.
At last, there was nothing on her but the muted moonlight. Her strangely pale skin and hair almost seemed to be lit from within.
He fell to his knees at her feet, pressing his lips to her belly.
One day you will carry my baby…
She slid her hands through his hair. Trails of pleasure flickered through him at her touch.