Barbarian's Bride (Ice Planet Barbarians)

Dagesh takes a deep, shuddering breath and does not answer for a long moment. Finally, he speaks. "If I set you down, I will lose control. Your feet will hit the snow and then I will be on you like a wild metlak in rut."

Oh.

Oh dear…that sounds delicious. I bite my lip, holding back a moan. This is a problem to him? It's not a problem to me. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want this alien man right now. But I remind myself that this is all very new to him. So I just pat his chest. "You lead the way."

"I am. I shall."

The determination in his voice makes my pussy clench, and I fight the urge to shove a hand between my thighs and take over matters. I've never been so damn turned on. It's shocking in how hungry I am for him. I've never had a hair-trigger before. In the past, I've always needed a very specific set of elements to make me come—a heavy hand on my neck, or a hard spanking, being dominated, things along that nature. But right now I'm practically squirming as Dagesh carries me toward a distant jumble of rocks, and I can hardly wait to have sex with him again.

I just know this time we’ll get it right. This time, it's going to be explosive.

"Up ahead," he tells me, and I start to pant. My khui is shivering so hard in my chest that it shakes my entire body, and I want to whimper with how aroused I am. I'm so ready. So darn ready. I cling to Dagesh as he staggers toward what looks like a small cave mouth, and it hits me that I'm going to be living in caves for the rest of my life.

That dims the fires a little.

But then Dagesh growls like a starving beast, and before we even go into the cave, he drops me to my feet. I touch the ground no longer than a second before I'm in his arms again, this time with him pulling my legs around his waist. A split second later, my back hits the rocky cliff wall and then Dagesh's face is inches from mine.

He looks utterly tortured. "I cannot wait any longer, my mate. My beautiful one."

With that, he grabs the borrowed leather leggings I'm wearing and instead of pulling them down, tears them from my waist. I smother a little sound of surprise as he rips the crotch open and then presses his hand between my thighs.

I'm so wet. He hisses the moment his fingers brush over my folds, as if he's realizing this, too.

Our eyes meet, he makes that hungry, needy sound in his throat again. Dagesh hikes me up, just a little, and then I hear the sound of more ripping leather. In the space of a breath, I feel the head of his cock pressing against my slicked skin, bigger and thicker than I remember.

And then he thrusts deep, and all the breath leaves my lungs.

Oh have mercy. Nothing has ever felt better. I'm in a haze of bliss, all brought on by the big, enormous, wonderful cock inside me. I grip Dagesh's shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, and squeeze my thighs around him, a silent request for more. Maybe it’s the moment, but this is all ten times better already. He feels bigger, and harder, and I’m so damn ready.

He gives another one of those animalistic growls, and then Dagesh grabs my hips and starts fucking me. Hard. I whimper and hold onto him as he slams into my aching, needy body, and each time he does, it's magic. Somehow the angle he has me at is sheer perfection, because every time he rocks into me, he somehow manages to rub against my clit. I want to see his alien equipment, but I don't want him to stop, either.

Not that I think he can stop. He's pounding into me with all the pent-up force that's been eating at him this entire walk. I know just how he feels, too—I guess I wasn't the only one utterly turned on. My khui keeps singing louder and louder as our bodies crash and crash and crash together. I'm so wet that my pussy's making obscene noises every time he strokes into me, and I can't seem to stop whimpering.

Sex has never been so good.

I gasp again, and Dagesh fucks me even harder. The rocks I'm leaning against grind into my back, and I'm pinned between him and the cliff wall as he pumps into me faster and faster. My clit's being rubbed so damn hard and between it and the wild thrusting of my mate, I feel like I'm spiraling out of control. "Harder," I moan again. "Oh, go harder."

His hands clamp down on my hips, and that's all it takes. The next time he strokes into me, I come with a choked cry, my entire body clenching up with the sheer pleasure of it. My legs stiffen and I gasp, stunned, as the orgasm slams through me with all the intensity of a tornado. Dagesh makes a low sound in his throat but he doesn't stop fucking me. He just keeps going until he comes a few hard, deep thrusts later. I clutch at him as he releases inside me, and maybe it's the fact that his body's warmer than mine, but I could swear I feel it as he empties out.