Ka'Cit's Haven: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 3), A.G. Wilde [surface ebook reader TXT] 📗

been but the tip of the iceberg because, at this moment, she knew her life was going to change forever.

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She was perfect. Small, but perfect.

Ka’Cit stared down at her, his gaze moving over the mounds on her chest and their dark little peaks, down her belly and to the valley, her center, hidden by her dark curls.

Memory of her taste swam in his mind and he groaned.

He wanted to take it slow, to savor every moment, but he was still having trouble controlling himself.

He’d spent hours in the lounge, trying to calm himself down, yet, nothing had helped. He’d finally returned in the hope that the cold water would work.

And now, here he was. The exact place where he’d told himself he shouldn’t be.

Yet, did he really think he’d have been able to resist?

His cock bobbed, slapping against his thigh insistently, but it would have to wait.

He really, really wanted to take it slow.

As he lowered his head to her neck, he could hear her breathing hitch and it made his cock surge again.

He buried his nose against her skin as his fingers threaded into her hair, cradling her head.

She smelled so good—a unique perfume that made him want to just bury his face against her skin for hours on end.

His cock jerked again, rubbing against her leg and she shuddered a little.

Alarm went through him and he lifted his head so he was looking into her eyes.

But she wasn’t scared.

It wasn’t fear in those eyes.

It was need.

Pure unadulterated need.

“Nee-ya…”

Her hands flattened against his chest, tracing over his skin as she looked up at him.

“Kiss me.” Her gaze fell to his lips.

Kiss?

Her gaze stayed there and understanding dawned.

The mouth mating. Mouth phekking.

A groan rumbled through him as he dipped his head to hers.

Her tongue was smooth, soft, and it felt too good brushing against his.

One of her arms came up to wrap around his neck as the other disappeared between them.

He was so consumed with the taste of her in his mouth that when her hand clasped his cock, he shuddered so hard she shook against him.

Without breaking the contact of their lips, Nee-ya shuffled down beneath him till their pelvises lined up. Her head was tilted back and he had to bend so they could maintain this kiss but he didn’t want it any other way.

And it seemed she didn’t either.

Briefly, he wondered what she was doing but when he felt the warmth between her thighs slide against his hardness, all other thoughts left his mind.

She was rubbing the underside of his shaft against her sweet folds and he had to pause as the absolute pleasure of it made him shudder again.

As their tongues swirled and stroked against each other, Nia moved her hips, massaging his shaft with her soft warmth.

A groan left him and he gripped her by the hips. Surging against her, he drove his shaft up through her folds and she moaned loudly against his lips.

Pulling back, he did it again, and again, until every time he surged forward, she whimpered and trembled.

And he enjoyed every second of it.

Hearing her whimper, hearing her moan was like sweet torment that was driving him over the edge and when she broke the kiss to cry out against him was the only time he took a moment to slow down.

The scent of her arousal was strong as she shuddered through her peak and Ka’Cit moved a hand down toward her core.

She was so soft and wet there and when he slid a finger gently inside her, she whimpered against him once more.

“Too much?” he whispered.

Nee-ya shook her head. “Not enough.”

Phek.

She shouldn’t say those things. Not when he was fighting so hard to keep in control.

She wrapped her thighs around him and he couldn’t resist any longer. Rising up on his knees, he took her with him.

Her chest was heaving, her body still shuddering from her release, and she looked mildly surprised but she wrapped her hands around his shoulders.

Ka’Cit lowered his head to her neck and ran his tongue over her skin there.

With one hand, he directed his cock to her entrance and a groan shuddered through him as he felt her slickness.

She was so small, he wasn’t sure if he could do this without hurting her.

“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered and he realized he’d spoken out loud.

He was still hesitant though and he reached a finger between them and slipped into her soft warmth.

“Are you sure?”

Another groan shuddered through him when he felt her channel grip his finger.

Phek.

She was too small. She wouldn’t be able to take it.

“I’m sure.”

She squirmed against him then, causing his tip to brush against her warmth and the contact made both of them moan.

Ka’Cit eased upward slowly, moving so he could look into her face as he moved.

Her brows furrowed a little and she bit her bottom lip as he eased forward a little more.

Phek. He didn’t know how long he would last before he spilled. He was teetering at the edge already by just making contact with her entrance.

As he pulled back then pushed forward once more, Nee-ya inhaled deeply and her eyes rolled back.

“More?” he whispered.

With a whimper of pleasure, she nodded.

Back then forward, in then out, he took his time allowing her wetness to coat his shaft as her body grew accustomed to his length.

With each stroke, his body shuddered against hers.

It was sweet torture, working his way into her softness.

Each stroke made her whimper. Each stroke made him see the stars.

Time didn’t exist and when he was finally seated deep within her, he held her still against him.

Nee-ya opened her eyes to look at him. Her lashes were low and her bottom lip was still held between her teeth.

Ka’Cit paused for a moment.

He needed to know that she was okay..

“Tell me if it hurts, ta’ii.” She was not nearly the size of any Merssi female, and he realized this was not something he thought he’d be worrying about, but he was.

“Not enough.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

His