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The soft, imperfect realities of Earth felt more distant than ever.

Then…she looked down, and her breath caught—again.

She saw him.Allof him.

He was huge. Hard.

And… his cock was covered with small, writhing, tentacle-like protrusions that moved with a strange grace: flexing, waiting.

Oh, god.

Heat surged through her cheeks as she imagined him—his alienhardness—inside her.

She was certain she was beet-red right now. And her mind was white-hot with lust.

With a large, trembling hand, he reached for her face. Brushed his six fingers through her hair, slow and reverent.

Breathed her in.

Once. Twice.

Then, he pressed his forehead to hers.

Whispered something fierce and low in his language.

And then?—

"Sylvia."

Just her name.

A promise, wrapped in reverence and hunger.

And she knew—she was his.

This creature intended to possess her completely.

He always had.

There was no point in fighting it. She couldinfluencehim, perhaps, change his mind on small things, gradually convince him that he should treat her the wayshewanted to be treated…

But for him to let her go?

To return her to Earth?

That wouldneverhappen.

And now, with him standing before her likethis…

She wasn’t sure she wanted him to.

CHAPTER 40

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in, and she melted into his heat. He was warmer than a human—blazing almost, she knew that already—but not unpleasant. His muscles were granite-hard beneath his smooth, scarred skin, and she could feel the hum of restrained strength beneath her palms. A dangerous, deadly living weapon, and yet he held her like she was something precious.

She didn’t resist as he lifted her again, cradling her effortlessly in his arms. She was small beside him. Fragile.

And yet she had never felt more claimed.

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