At first, I felt bad that I disappointed him, but now I’m just getting pissed. Excuse me for not being capable of slaying every single beast on this monster-filled planet. That’s asking a bit much from a moderately overweight, out-of-shape gal.
He’s all grunts and sharp movements as he prepares the food that he collected throughout the day. He turns his back to me and mumbles to himself as he skins the little rabbit-like thingy he grabbed from a purple tree earlier in the day.
My chest feels tight and my throat starts to burn as I watch his tense body language. I can’t handle this. I’ve lost everything. Everything. And Turic has been the only thing keeping me from spiraling into the black hole of despair that I’ve been floating over.
His strong presence has kept me grounded, kept me going, kept me distracted, and kept me alive. Without him, I truly have no hope.
I take a deep breath and gather some broken sticks that are lying inside the cave. Turic groans softly when he turns and sees me failing miserably at trying to place them into a tee-pee like he had done. His shoulders loosen and the frustrated anger on his face washes away.
“Rusilar,” he whispers as he turns and helps me, showing me how to stack them properly. “Rusilar.”
“Rusuler,” I repeat and he shakes his head.
“Rusilar,” he says, repeating it slowly.
He stares at my lips as I sound out the words. “Rusilar,” I say and he smiles, still staring at my lips with hunger in his heated gaze. “But what does it mean? Is it the fire, the firewood, the act of making the fire, which one?”
Turic is breathing heavily as he stares at my lips. His eyes are filled with all of the want and desire that I’m starting to feel as well.
“We can figure it out later,” I whisper as he reaches for my mouth. He cups my jaw in his powerful hand and ghosts his thumb over my bottom lip. I answer with a gulp.
There’s something raw and sexy that passes between us, and my body starts aching with the need to be touched some more by the Sexy Smurf.
He shifts beside me, pushing impossibly closer, and I get a warm shiver as I feel his soft breath on my skin. In a heartbeat, his lips are on mine. He wraps his strong possessive arms around me, pulling me snugly against him. I touch his chest and feel his heart hammering hard, just like mine.
My knees go weak. My insides are flooded with warmth.
He makes me feel so sexy and needed the way he looks at me, the way he touches me. He watches over me like I belong to him, like he would murder anything that tried to harm me, like he’s going to protect me forever.
And out here on this strange planet, that’s a very welcome feeling.
My mouth tingles as he licks my lips and nudges my mouth open with his tongue. I giggle at the strange tingling sensation that his saliva makes but the giggling doesn’t last for long. The desperation and intensity of his kiss are like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s as if our bodies are attuned.
Turic makes me feel so many things that have been lacking for so long. He makes me feel feminine and sexy (which is saying a lot considering I’m wearing an unflattering shirt made out of leaves). But it’s not just that. The strong feeling of security that I feel when I’m in his protective arms is overwhelmingly hot. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt like someone is really there for me.
I moan when I feel his erection pushing up against my leg. He’s so large. So hard.
He threads a hand through my hair and I whimper, feeling desire flow from him and wrap around me. Our tongues tangle as our bodies melt into each other. Fuck, this guy makes me wet.
Turic releases my mouth with a hungry groan and rips my leafy shirt into pieces. His greedy eyes are trained on my breasts as I look down at the ripped leaves. The shirt was a nice gesture but it wasn’t the softest material and it won’t really be missed. I think that he got it at Abercrombie and Itch.
He pulls down my bra with a forceful tug and a raspy groan escapes his throat as my breasts pop out. He places a strong hand on my chest and slowly pushes me down until I’m lying on the warm rock staring up at him with my heart pounding.
The men back home look like boys compared to Turic. He’s built like a tank, and his rugged face has no gentle lines, no smooth curves. He’s hard all over. He’s pure alpha male. Pure power. Pure sex.
Turic grabs a knee in each hand and spreads my legs apart. He reaches down for my shorts in a frenzy and I have to put my foot on his chest to hold him back. I’m already missing a shirt and I’d like to keep my shorts intact.
I quickly unbutton them and slide them down my shaking legs. My underwear isn’t as lucky. Turic rips it off with one clean yank. Oh, well. That was bound to happen sooner rather than later.
I swallow hard as his hands swallow my knees and pry my legs open. He stares at my spread pussy with intense fascination. “Culip,” he whispers with a lick of his blue lips.