Page 72 of Owned By the Hvrok

She stared blankly into the darkened cockpit, watching snow swirl like ash against glass, her heart thudding so hard she thought he might feel it.

She was terrified of what this meant.

Of what she might be giving up if she let herself enjoy this.

Herautonomy. Her power. Her refusal.

It was dangerous—terrifying—to imagine surrendering that.

Letting him claim that last inch of her.

But it was also…

God help her.

Seductive.

Because he wasn’t just touching her.

He waslearningher.

His hand passed over her belly, slowly, his fingers grazing the slight dips of her waist. She tensed again, but not in resistance. It wasreactive.

He slid lower, over the curve of her hip, thumb dragging along the edge of her pelvis. Each movement was precise and intentional, like he wanted to feel everything.Memoriseher.

And then…

His hand reached the swell of her thigh.

A breath hitched in her throat.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t grope.

Hecaressed.

Fingers trailed over the sensitive skin where fabric met flesh, his touch skating the border of something forbidden and intimate.

She clutched the fur coat tighter around her shoulders, the gesture not protective, but anchoring.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

And for the first time, she didn’t think about escape.

Didn’t think about Earth.

She thought only ofthis.

And somehow—before she even realised what she was doing—her legs parted.

It was only slightly—just a subtle shift of her knees.

But he noticed.

The moment she moved, his fingers followed.

They slid between her thighs, firm and hot—sohot she swore he must be made of molten metal under that skin. The fabric of her strange, alien dress stretched around his touch, pliant and accommodating, as if the materialwantedthis just as much as her body did.

And hefoundher.

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