Page 49 of Tempted By the Alien Warrior

“Keep doing that and this will be over before it begins,” I rasp out.

A wicked grin stretches across her face that makes my cock throb with a painful intensity. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both,” I rasp out, catching her hand and bringing it to my lips. I press a kiss against her knuckles before letting it go. My body is practically trembling with the effort it takes to hold back.

The fire crackles beside us, casting her in a soft glow so beautiful it almost hurts to look at her. The flush of red has spread from her cheeks down her neck and disappears beneath the neckline of her dress. I want to trace the path with my tongue, to see if her skin tastes as sweet as her mouth.

Reaching out, I tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear before letting my hand trail down her neck, savoring the way she shivers at my touch. Her skin is softer than anything I could ever imagine.

Then, she shifts restlessly in my lap.

I bite back a snarl as her hips grind down against my cock. Even through the thin fabric of clothing, I can feel the heat from her cunt, and it nearly unravels me. Her scent wraps around me, sweet and musky, sinking into my scent glands and fogging my thoughts until there’s nothing left but her.

“Vrok,” she whispers. Her voice trembles with desire.

I cradle her face in both hands, trying to hold on to the last thread of my control. “What do you want, Emily?”

She swallows hard, her gaze dipping to my chest, then lower—where I’m hard and straining for her—and then back to myeyes. When she looks at me again, there’s no hesitation in her gaze.

“I want you to touch me.”

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Emily

“I want you to touch me.”

I can’t believe I just said that to Vrok.

But I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, let alone a massive alien warrior with teal skin and more muscles than any bodybuilder back on Earth. I can’t deny the connection that’s formed between us, and I don’t want to ignore it anymore.

And I don’t regret it.

A muscle in his jaw tics and his whole body goes rigid. The golden flecks in his irises spread like wildfire, devouring the silver until his gaze turns molten. He stares at me like I’ve just handed him something sacred. Something he never thought he’d be allowed to want.

“Are you sure, Emily?” His voice is a quiet rumble laced with hunger. “Because once I start, I don’t know if I can control myself.”

I swallow hard, my heart hammering in my chest. “I mean it, Vrok. I want you.”

Vrok reaches out, his rough fingers tracing the line of my jaw. A shiver zips down my spine, shooting straight to my core. His touch is gentle, almost hesitant. Like he’s afraid I’ll pull away if he makes the wrong move.

But I don’t pull away. Instead, I lean into his palm. My breath hitches when his thumb drags over my lower lip. I press a kiss to the pad of it, then nip it gently between my teeth.

His breath shudders out of him. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs.

But I’m pretty sure I do, because he’s doing the same thing to me.

My skin feels too tight, and it feels like I’m burning from the inside out. Like my blood has turned motlen as it flows through my veins. Weirdly, somehow I know the same thing is happening to him. Like we’re caught in the same current, pulled under by the same heat, unable to look away or let go.

My heart is pounding so loud in my ears, I can barely hear over it. I can’t remember the last time I felt this alive. Thisseen.This wanted. And it’s all because of the male in front of me.

Vrok leans in, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss so gentle it steals my breath. I can taste his control, feel the tension vibrating in him like a live wire, and it makes me want him even more. To push him further just to see what happens when he finally lets go of the control he carries around like armor.

I deepen the kiss and thread my fingers through his thick silver hair. He groans into my mouth. The sound is deep and rough like thunder rolling through my chest, and I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me as close as I can possibly get. My core is pressed against the hard length of him, and I gasp into his mouth as the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me.

He’s big—so much bigger than any man I’ve ever been with—and the thought of him inside me, fucking me, has my breath coming in short gasps.

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