Page 38 of Charmed By the Alien Warrior

“Strength isn’t about never feeling weak.” His tone is gentle, but firm. “It’s about pushing forward even when you don’t think you can. Even when you’re frightened or tired or weak.”

A smile tugs at his wide mouth. “And you, delicate human though you are, are as strong and courageous as any warrior I have seen.”

His words take my breath away. I’ve never been good at accepting compliments, but there’s something about the way he says it that makes me believe he truly means it.

I squeeze his hand, grateful for his reassurance and his kindness. I never would have thought the carefree, grinning guy I called the village fool would be someone I’d have a deep conversation with, but here we are.

“Thank you, Sorrin, for listening to me. For being here.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Mara,” he replies softly. “I’m here because I want to be. I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.”

His words settle around me like a warm blanket, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t feel so alone. I don’t feel like I have to take on the world by myself. Maybe, just maybe, I can lean on him a little.

I eye his muscular frame—he’s certainly big enough for me to lean on. My hand is still held in his, but now, the feel of his skin against mine is less comforting and more…something far more energizing. Even seductive.

Our gazes meet again, and heat rises to my cheeks as a tingle of arousal shoots through me and heads straight to my pussy. He takes a deep breath, and his nostrils flare out wide.

Before I can second-guess myself, I shift, closing the distance between us. His breath hitches when I reach my hand up to run it along his wide jaw. His skin is much thicker than my own, but it’s still surprisingly soft.

My fingers glide over his face, up his prominent cheek bone and to the thick ridge where his eyebrows would be if he was human. A groan erupts from his mouth. I’m not sure exactly who makes the first move, but suddenly our mouths are fused together in a kiss.

The kiss starts off soft and tentative, as if we’re both testing the waters, but before long, it’s not enough as we give in to the pull between us.

His hand releases mine and slides up to cradle the back of my head, holding me gently but firmly, as if I’m something precious he never wants to lose. I melt into him, feeling the strength and warmth of his body against mine, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I let myself just be—no walls, no defenses, no voice in the back of my head. It’s just me and Sorrin in this moment.

Another groan rumbles through his chest when my tongue swipes along the seam of his lips. He opens and I sweep in, our tongues tangling together. His is long and rough with little bumps all along the length of it. A shiver goes down my spine as the bumps massage along my tongue.

The spicy scent that is unique to Sorrin surrounds me, and it only makes me want him more. My arms go around his neck, and I shamelessly cling to him. Our kiss continues, taking us higher and higher, and before long, his hands begin to wander. Over my back and down to clutch at my hips, drawing me closer against his body. And that’s when I feel it.

His cock is a hard bar of need pressing against me. A very large, very hard bar.

My pulse picks up speed until it’s pounding in my ears and drowning out everything else. Everything except for the incredible way this man makes me feel. The very heated way he makes me feel.

My chest feels hot and almost itchy as if it’s on fire. The heat spreads outward through my veins, leaving my skin burning with desire and shooting straight down to my throbbing clit.

God, I want him. I want this crazy, goofy, smiley alien who makes wisecracks and fights like he’s playing a game. I want to tear my clothes off and throw myself at him. I want to feel his hard body pressed against me. I want his amazing tongue to lick me from top to bottom, not missing a single spot.

A shudder ripples through me and my pussy clenches in need as I move closer, grinding against his hard cock. Sorrin’s breath comes in harsh pants as he trails his lips down my neck and lower, nipping and licking me through my shirt until he reaches the curve of my breast. He hesitates for just a split second as if waiting to see if I’ll stop him before he covers my hard, beaded nipple with his hot mouth. A moan tears from me as I throw my head back and close my eyes.

His mouth feels so good, his rough tongue swirling around my nipple as his teeth graze against the sensitive flesh through the material of my shirt. The contrast with the night air and the warmth of his mouth heightens every sensation. And it feels like my skin is electrified with sharp tingles of pleasure shooting through every inch of me.

With a wetplop,he releases my nipple and moves to the other, his teeth nipping at the sensitive bud through the fabric before sucking it into his mouth. I gasp and squirm against him. I don’t know how it happens but the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back and Sorrin is leaning over me, his amazing mouth still torturing my nipple.

Meanwhile, his hands continue to roam over me, tracing every curve and dip as if he’s trying to memorize my body. His hands are everywhere, touching me like he can’t get enough. And I don’t want him to stop. I want more. So much more.

Before I can even voice my need, he moves lower. I suck in my stomach as his mouth skates over it, his hands moving myshirt up so he can nip and lick every inch of skin he reveals. He looks up at me with hot eyes filled with desire and I can’t help the low moan that escapes my lips. I want him, want him so badly that it’s a physical ache, a burning need that’s consuming me.

When he finally reaches the waistband of my jeans, he looks up at me as if he’s asking permission before making the next move.Permission absolutely granted.

I reach down and quickly unbutton my jeans, shimmying them down over my hips and tossing them and my panties aside leaving me bare in front of him. Sorrin's eyes heat, turning even more golden, and he groans as his gaze roves over my pussy.

I can feel the wetness between my thighs, and I know I’m dripping for him.

But I don’t have time to think about that because Sorrin’s mouth is on me then, hot and demanding. He swipes his rough tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top, ending with his tongue running over my clit and making me jerk at the sensation.

“Oh, God,” I whimper, my hips bucking against him, desperate for more. “Please.”

He growls, the vibration hitting my clit just right and sending shockwaves through me. And that’s all it takes. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I’m gone, lost in the pleasure that suddenly crashes over me leaving me a quivering, gasping mess.

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