Page 8 of Rescued By the Alien Hit Man

Mesmerized, I broke the kiss to trail kisses down Mia’s body, stopping at her breasts to suck both like a man dying of thirst. I loved the way she moaned, a symphony of pleasure that reverberated through my very soul. Moving lower, I pressed tender kisses on her belly, feeling her muscles quiver beneath my touch.

The scent of her arousal filled my senses, an intoxicating perfume I couldn’t get enough of. I slid lower until I reached the dark curls at the apex of her thighs.

“Please, Cikarius,” she said, a note of pleading in her voice.

Settling between her legs, my breath hitched as I beheld the sight before me. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating and irresistible. Gently, I licked her clit, coaxing a gasp from her lips.

She cried out, back bowing off the ground as I dove in with abandon. My tongue swirled and flicked over her clit, delving into her entrance to gather more of her sweet nectar. I could feast on her for hours, addicted to the sounds of her pleasure and the way she writhed beneath my ministrations.

Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place as her hips undulated. I increased the pressure, wrapping my lips around her sensitive bud to suck strongly. She screamed my name, inner walls clenching around nothing as her orgasm crashed over her in waves.

I gentled my touch but didn’t stop, lapping at her entrance through each aftershock. When her grip on my hair loosened, I kissed my way back up her body and claimed her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips.

“You’re not done yet,” I said, cock throbbing almost painfully against her thigh. I needed to bury myself inside her, to feel the pulse of her release around me.

She moaned, nails scoring down my back. “Take me, Cikarius. I’m yours.”

Unable to resist any longer, I positioned myself above her, my painfully hard cock desperate for relief only Mia could provide. Other females had given me pleasure before, but Mia was different—she was the only one who made my entire being ache with longing. Once I plunged into her body, I knew everything would change; there would be no one else for me.

With a growl, I thrust into her welcoming heat and stilled, savoring the sensation of her silken walls enveloping me. Nothing had ever felt so right, as if I was made to be here, joined with her in body and soul.

I gazed down at her, wonder and possessiveness warring within me. She was beauty personified, a vision to inspire poets and bring men to their knees. And she was mine, if only for this moment. I would make it last.

Drawing back slowly, I pushed into her again, setting up a leisurely rhythm designed for maximum pleasure. Her breath caught on every stroke, soft cries urging me on. I leaned down to capture her mouth, swallowing each sweet sound as I made love to her with reverence.

She was my salvation, my light in the darkness. My Mia. I poured all the emotions swirling inside me into each kiss, each caress, each stroke, hoping she understood what I couldn’t say. That she was mine, now and forever.

She arched into me, nails digging deeper. “Harder, Cikarius. I need more.”

I increased my pace, hips snapping forward to bury myself to the hilt again and again. Her moans rose in pitch, inner walls fluttering around my length. I was close, so close, but I wouldn’t find release until she came undone around me.

Reaching between us, I stroked her clit in time with my thrusts. Her back bowed off the ground as she shattered around me, a scream tearing from her throat. I followed after her,growling her name as I emptied myself inside her welcoming heat.

Collapsing beside her, I gathered her close. She curled into my embrace with a contented sigh, tracing idle patterns across my chest. I pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing in her scent.

“You’re mine now. No one will ever take you from me.” My words held the weight of a vow. I would kill anyone who dared try to separate us, Sionagog Syndicate be damned. She was my mate, my heart, my everything.

Mia tilted her head up, lips curving into a soft smile. “And you’re mine. Always.”

Joy and possessiveness warred within me at her declaration. I sealed my claim with a searing kiss, losing myself in her taste. When our lips parted, I gazed into eyes glowing with love and hoped I would never be alone again. She was my light, my salvation, my home.

And I would destroy anything that threatened what was mine.

Before long, Mia’s breathing changed to the soft, even breathing of slumber. As I watched Mia sleep peacefully in my arms, I couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty and resilience. She had faced the horrors of Dufair with courage and determination, a testament to the strength that lay within her. But it was her vulnerability in my embrace that truly captivated me, stirring emotions within me I had never thought possible.

The reality of our situation weighed heavily on my conscience. The truth of my past as a hit man loomed like a dark cloud over our newfound intimacy. Would she still desire me if she knew what I had done? Could she ever forgive me for the lives I’d taken? Could I forgive myself? Until now, I’d thought every target deserved their fate.

With every passing moment, my resolve to protect her only grew stronger. We would face unimaginable dangers in ourquest for to get off Dufair, but I was determined to stand by her side, no matter the cost.

“Sleep well, Mia,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She sighed contentedly in response, burrowing deeper into my arms.

As I held her close, an unfamiliar warmth spread through my chest. Our attraction would be tested in the coming days, but there was nothing we couldn’t overcome together.

“Whatever happens, I’ll protect you,” I said, my words barely audible even to my own ears. “I promise.”

I carefully shifted my weight, trying not to disturb her as I pulled on my clothes. The darkness of the cave closed in around me, reflecting the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Gently, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the mission instructions, along with the photo of Mia that had been provided. My gaze lingered on her image, a reminder of the woman who had stolen my heart and given me something worth fighting for.

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