Riv's Sanctuary: A Sci-fi Alien Romance A.G. Wilde (most life changing books .TXT) 📖

She was only in her tunic and her legs were splayed—long, pink, naked legs wide open with her hand between them.

The world slowed down as he realized what she’d been doing, what he’d interrupted, and his throat suddenly became dry.

“La-rehn?”

Her throat moved but no words came forth.

Shock had them both caught in its web.

He didn’t know he was moving till he smelled her arousal and realized he’d moved to stand by her sleeping pad. The thick, sweet scent coming from between her legs was like a thick dose of her pheromones.

It was exactly how he’d imagined she would smell.

Still, she lay frozen. She’d clamped her legs shut but her arm was clamped between them.

“Riv? What are you doing in here?”

Her words brought him out of his daze and he met her gaze.

There was surprise there and horror mixed with her retreating arousal.

He had to clear his throat and blink away the thoughts clouding his head, very aware that his cock throbbed against his leg. For once, he was wishing she wouldn’t break his gaze and look down.

But she did.

At the moment she did, and her eyes widened some more. Her gaze on the outline of his cock in his trousers only made him harder.

“I came to check your hands,” he managed to get out, his gaze falling to her arm tucked between her legs.

She seemed flustered, her cheeks were growing pink and her eyes widened even more.

“Um, my hands are okay now. Thank you for the bandages.”

Riv grunted and grasped her hand.

He wanted her to protest. He needed her to send him away. He needed her to scream for him to leave.

But she didn’t.

He couldn’t move his gaze from her face as her hand slipped from between her legs and the scent of her juices filled the air.

She’d been pleasuring herself.

And phek, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life.

Unashamedly, he wanted to see more.

Would she cry out when she brought herself to a climax?

Would her juices coat her fingers?

His cock jerked in his trousers.

He needed to let go of her.

He should let go.

But did he want to?

No.

He couldn’t help himself, and phek him, but she wasn’t resisting.

A part of him really, really wished she would.

Maybe if she did, it would break him from this trance.

Instead, her large brown eyes were focused on his as she blinked at him, probably as confused about what was happening as he was.

Lifting her hand, the air grew thick between them as he brought her fingers closer to his face.

Phek.

Her musk was thick and he’d be lying like a fid on a pole if he didn’t want to bring her hand closer to his nose.

Raxu knew he wanted to.

As he brought her fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply, she made a soft sound in her throat as she watched him and he had to fight to not pull her closer.

Instead, he settled for her hand, moving it to his lips and hesitating only slightly before he pulled a finger into his mouth.

Phekking hell. She tasted divine.

The moan that rumbled through him vibrated against the digit in his mouth and he watched as her gaze waned a bit, her lashes dipping. When she looked at him again, the lust had returned to her gaze.

“Riv,” she breathed. “What are you doing?”

Phek if he knew, but it felt good.

It felt so phekking good.

“Do you want me to stop?” He cleaned that finger and took another into his mouth.

She tasted like nothing he’d tasted before, something bordering between hijh spices and sweetness, and as he licked her, he knew he’d made another critical mistake, for there was no way he was going to be able to turn back after this.

He’d gone too far.

“No…” came her breathless gasp, so long after he’d asked that he’d forgotten what she was answering and for a moment he paused, thinking she was rejecting him.

“Don’t stop. I—I like this…whatever this is.”

He moved closer to her then, his other hand holding onto her arm to steady it.

A soft sound left her again and he wished she would stop that. She had no idea how close he was to forgetting everything he’d been repressing for so long and just taking her back to his bed where he’d ensure she’d feel every inch of the frustration he’d been nursing for days.

As he finished cleaning her fingers, he looked down at her, licking the remnants of her scent off his lips. Her hand rested lightly on his chest as she looked up at him, her gaze searching his.

“You’ll probably come to your senses and leave, but…”

But what?

She raised upright, then, her face coming so close to his he was sure she could smell herself on his lips. Then she did something he didn’t expect.

She pressed her lips against his.

It was a soft, insistent sort of mouth-pushing he’d never experienced before.

At first, he thought she wanted to take air from him and at that point, he felt as if he’d let her do anything if it meant she’d stay close to him for just a little longer.

But when he felt the smooth wetness of her tongue against his lips, when he opened his mouth to her and her tongue brushed against his, rubbing and stroking, he knew this wasn’t a sort of air stealing. It was a sort of mouth phekking.

A precursor to the real thing?

He groaned and pulled her closer and she opened up to him, the mouth phekking growing more intense as he tried to match her tongue movements with his own.

But it ended all too soon.

All too quickly, she was pulling away, her eyes downcast, refusing to meet his gaze.

“La-rehn?”

What had he done wrong?

Had he not mouth phekked her properly?

He could try again.

Phek.

He wanted to try again.

“We should stop,” she said, pulling out of his grasp.

Her arms were folded now, her back turned to him.

“You should go.”

Deep rejection.

Rejection of the sort he’d inflicted on her in the past.

It hit him like a hovercar at full