Dominating Untouched Skye
Stranded on an alien planet, carefree, naive Skye Jenkins doesn’t want to be tamed. But when sexy, dominating Hunter Haynes catches her enthusiastically enjoying herself out in the open, the attraction between them is immediate and possessive.
Despite the danger lurking in the shadows, Hunter is determined to repopulate New Earth with his willing submissive, fertile, dark-skinned beauty!
“I haven’t seen a woman in over forty sleeps,” he rasps with a slight Southern accent I immediately find charming. “I was afraid I was the only human being left.” His gaze sweeps over me. “Can I…?” He holds out a hand imploringly. “Can I touch you?”
I frown, and I step forward cautiously. I am vulnerable, afraid, and cold. I find myself longing for his body heat, just inches from me. His hand glides over my shoulder and touches down lightly on my upper arm. He groans with relief.
“You’re real,” he says, as if he can’t believe it.
“Yeah,” I say quietly. I can hardly judge him for his reaction. Before I found Eva and Samson, I thought I was the last woman alive. I had only travelled the alien forests for three days—then Eva found me on one of her daily scouting missions. But to be alone for forty days, thinking you are the last one of your kind, without the touch of another human…
We stand face to face, feet in the warm waters of the lake. His hand is still on my arm.
“Damn,” he says. “You’re wet.”
I’m taken aback, flustered. “Of course I’m wet!”
I step around him and out of the water, ever conscious that my naked body is in his immediate proximity. His gaze follows me with intense interest, and then, he too steps out of the lake.
I should be afraid. I don’t know his intensions.
He caught me pleasuring myself in the lake. And I haven’t yet been satisfied. It’s possible I’ve drowned and have gone to heaven—and this delicious white angel is here to greet me.
His jeans are torn from his hard forty days in the woods, and can barely disguise his boner. I lean against a nearby tree and smile seductively. Knowing he wants me only makes me desire him more. Only my strategically placed hands separate his body from mine. My thighs tremble with anticipation. He could take me right now, in the woods. My eyes flutter at the thought and my finger gently, slowly, starts rubbing my clit.
“I want to see you,” he whispers.
I blink and breathe rapidly. Did he just say what I think he said?
“Let me see you,” he repeats. This time his voice resonates stronger. It’s not a request. It’s a command. “All of you.”