Hero: Joyzal. Space warrior. Bounty Hunter:
The smoke, which held a hint of flashing purple, haloed the entrance of a man’s sleek, black form—like a rockstar making an entrance on stage. He was amazingly tall, easily seven feet, and grim as hell. His skin was a golden brown and his hair long and caught in dreads that were tied back from his face. From the neck down he was covered in black, shiny armor, and he held a big, futuristic-looking gun in each clawed hand
Heroine: Jacole. Human. Kidnapped. Bad ass.
He’d never joined lips with a female before last night. During the claiming he’d fused his lips on his Bride’s mouth but couldn’t remember taking his time and instead feasted on other tempting parts of her body. He’d tasted her pussy before plunging his aching cock into her hot, wet core and releasing his seed. But this morning as he’d watched her talk, watched the way her lips moved, mesmerized by glimpses of her soft fangs, he’d wondered what she’d taste like there, too, and how her smooth teeth would feel against his sharp tips. During his life he’d often watched mated pairs kissing, lingering, locking their lips together in passion, always wondering if he’d ever have that joy for himself.
He lifted his other hand, dug his claws into her shorn hair, gripped her head and pulled her closer. She softened in his arms, and her lips opened for his possession. Her naked body pressed fully against his. Her fingers clung to his biceps. Their tongues tangled, and his fangs clashed with her smooth teeth, hot and wet.
A blast of sensations tore through his body as he kissed his Bride. He groaned against her lips. The pleasure was intense, like a bold of lightning. She tasted like his favorite treat, a banquet of things he found delicious. He’d waited all his life for this moment, and it was worth the wait. His Bride was addictive. He could taste this until his dying day. The enormous need frightened and delighted him at the same time.
The whole Xylan Imperial Army could come storming through his cargo bay and he wouldn’t notice.
He tilted his head for better access, kissing her with all the passion that had been pent up during his forty cycles. A passion only she had awakened. A passion she could not deny. He could not get enough.
She kissed him back like her life depended upon his every breath. Her mouth was attached to his, and she was insatiable. He met every kiss, every moan, with one of his own. Need for need. Breath for breath.
He knew he should be gentle because his Bride was human. He needed to be careful of her weaker frame and tender skin, but he was too far gone. She smelled of sunrise at Zamarilla, and of the beach and the surf and that first day at half rotation when all the flowers bloom. Her soft curves and bare skin against his aching cock were a cruel treat that was about to have him spending his seed against her stomach. He wanted to kiss her and fuck her at the same time, like a raging cuzhul. The bunk was but a few feet away. The wall was closer… His Bride had reduced him to a warrior with the impulse control of a youth.
He lifted his head to suck in great breaths of air. Her head lolled back, and her eyes fluttered. She dropped in his grasp. He held her tighter, pressing her against his chest. “Your kiss is like a damn drug,” she mumbled.
Ferocious lust pounded in his veins. His fangs throbbed with the need to score her dark skin. He inhaled deeply. “I can smell your arousal,” he told her. He ripped the sheet out of her grasp and bared her naked body to his roving eyes. “Are you wet for me?” he growled.
“Yes…yes. I’m so wet.”
This is a very erotic sci-fi book (I picked the a tame excerpt which was hard to find!) that features a human heroine kidnapped by bad aliens, and rescued by the alien hero who claims her as his bride. It’s a fun, over-the-top read.