Romancing Rem’eb (Ice Planet Clones #3) Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Ice Planet Clones Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“Never,” I say with a shake of my head. I can’t imagine being in this moment with anyone else. Who else would take the care to adore me like he is? To ensure that I’m enjoying myself? My smile fades a little as another needle of longing pierces my heart.

How am I going to survive when he leaves me behind?

“Am I allowed to say you wear far too many layers?” Rem’eb comments as he pulls my panties down my legs. “I am sweating in my gear right now, yet I know that if I stepped outside, I would be chilled.”

I eye him, amused that we’ve forgotten about undressing him in our focus on my pleasure. He’s still wearing his layers of furs, a thick cloak over his shoulders and an equally thick poncho over his torso and belted at the waist of heavy leggings. “Let’s get you naked, then.”

Reaching for his belt, I tug on the knot there and glance up at him. “Yes?”

His eyes flare with excitement. “Yes.”

He leans back, straightening, and I undo his belt, tossing it aside. Next comes the cloak, and then the poncho that I lift over his head—and promptly gets tangled on his tall, tall horns. I struggle to push it over them, and as I do, he plays with my breasts, as if he can’t stop himself from touching me for even a moment. As if he’ll die if he stops caressing me for even a moment. It makes it difficult to concentrate on undressing him, because by the time his chest is exposed, I’m panting and aroused from his touches, from the way he seems to know just how to tease my nipples. When he’s down to just his pants, I run a hand down his broad chest, tracing the rippling muscles. His torso is thick and incredibly muscular. He doesn’t have the defined six-pack that, say, Ashtar does. Instead, he’s impossibly solid, and when I go to pinch his abdomen, nothing comes away. He’s just broad and big and thick and juicy. So damn thick.

One hand knots in my hair, dragging me toward him even as he rubs my tight, aching nipple. Rem’eb bends down and kisses me. I lose myself against his mouth, sinking into the moment. His lips play against mine, teasing, and then he open-mouth licks me and I gasp at how erotic that one small motion is.

“Do not distract me, Tia,” he whispers. “I have not forgotten my vow to kiss you all over.”

As if I want to distract him away from that? I want him to kiss me all over, too. I moan a “yes” in response.

Rem’eb gives me another lurid, wet, open-mouth kiss that makes my pussy clench, and then bears me back onto the furs again. I lie back, my arms resting at my sides as he kisses his way down my abdomen, towards the curls covering my pussy. I’m whimpering again, making noises that would embarrass me if I weren’t out of my mind with hunger. I spread my thighs, encouraging him when his big body settles between my knees.

Instead of touching me, though, he just gazes down at everything I’m exposing, as if memorizing the sight of me.

For the last week, we’ve avoided going too far, as if we knew that if someone got undressed, it’d all be over. So we’ve kissed and groped, we’ve had a few dry humping sessions, and we’ve always ended with both of us fully clothed and achingly unfulfilled. Today is different, though. As he gazes at my pussy, he strokes one hand languidly up my thigh.

“I like your fur,” he murmurs.

My nostrils flare and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. He makes it sound like I have an absolute mop between my legs, when I know there’s nothing more than a few sparse curls. But this is a man—an alien—who has a massive furry tail and a pelt on his lower legs and lower arms, and one that spreads across his shoulders. Of course he’d like any body hair I have. It’s rather freeing and makes me even more confident. I put a foot on his shoulder, then slide it over his back as he leans in so close I can feel his breath against my skin.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Kiss me there. Kiss me right where it’ll feel so fucking good I’ll lose my mind.

He doesn’t, though, and it’s like I’m being edged into madness. Instead, he traces a finger up my thigh, across where it connects to my body, and then down the seam of my pussy. I’m aching and wet, and he drags his fingertip through the slickness there before lifting his finger and examining it.

A moan slips out. My moan.

I watch, fascinated, as his tongue flicks out and he tastes me on his fingertip. I can see the exact moment his glowing eyes darken, the deeper blue of his pupil widening with arousal. He sucks his finger clean, a hungry, rusty sound of pleasure rumbling from his throat. Then, his gaze flicks to mine before he spreads my pussy wide open with his fingers and dips his face in for a better taste.



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