Page 52 of Tempted By the Alien Warrior

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. His breath comes out in ragged puffs against my skin. “I’ll go slow.”

I slide my hands over his shoulders, holding on. “You don’t have to?—”

“I do.” His voice is soft but firm. “I want to feel you, all of you. And I want you to feel me.”

Then he shifts over me with one strong hand sliding between our bodies to guide the thick, ridged length of his cock to my entrance. The swollen tip nudges against my slick folds, and then, inch by careful inch, he begins to press inside.

He goes slow. Excruciatingly slow. Like he’s savoring every second, drawing it out as some kind of sweet, maddening torture.

The stretch is intense, deliciously so. Every ridge, every textured nub drags along my inner walls, sending sparks through me like a live wire. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he eases in deeper, filling me with a fullness I’ve never known. He groans above me, a low, primal sound that vibrates straight through my chest.

When he finally bottoms out, he stills. His forehead drops to rest against mine, our breath mingling in the small space between us. The weight of him, thick and heavy, inside me and all around me, feels like I’m being claimed and cradled at the same time.

“You’re so tight. So wet. You feel like fire,” he rasps out. His voice is tight with the need he’s trying so hard to leash.

It’s so good, but it’s still not enough. My whole body is shaking with the need to move, clenching around him, desperate for more. For the pleasure I know he can give me.

“Move, Vrok. Fuck me, now,” I plead, my nails digging into his arms.

Something flashes in his eyes. It’s a wild possessive expression that I’ve never seen before.

He pulls out almost to the tip, then slams back in with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. I cry out as pleasure streaks through me, sharp and overwhelming. The nubs and ridges along his cock drag against my inner walls. It feels likehe’s stroking every nerve ending inside me all at once. And with each deep thrust, the ridge at the base grinds against my clit, sending shockwaves up my spine.

He sets a relentless rhythm, deep and fast. Each stroke feels like he’s claiming me, ruining me for anyone else. My back arches off the moss as heat builds low in my belly, rising fast.

“Vrok,” I sob, gripping him tighter, my voice breaking. “Don’t stop.”

His answering growl rumbles deep in his chest as he pounds into me harder and fast, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. My breath comes in ragged gasps and my vision blurs at the edges.

And then everything snaps and I shatter into a million pieces as my orgasm crashes over me. A scream tears from my throat, and my body clamps down around him. My whole world is plunged into a white-hot storm of pleasure. I lose myself completely, swallowed whole by the intensity.

Vrok groans above me. His thrusts become erratic and desperate. His head is thrown back, the cords in his neck standing out in stark relief as a fierce snarl escapes him. With one final punishing thrust, he stills, roaring as he comes inside me, his release flooding me with heat.

With a groan Vrok buries his face in my neck, and his breath is ragged and hot against my skin. His cock is still pulsing inside me as I slowly come down from the pleasure still tingling through my body.

The only sounds are our mingled breaths and the quiet crackle of the fire. It feels like the world has gone quiet. Like all of Laedirissae is holding its breath for us.

Eventually, he shifts, easing his weight onto one forearm as he lifts his head to meet my gaze. “You…” His voice is hoarse, like he’s just been through a battle. He swallows hard as his golden eyes roam over my face. “Are… incredible.”

A slow smile curves my lips. “You sound surprised.”

He huffs a breath. “I’m not. I just don’t have the right words.”

“Well, you managed a few good ones,” I murmur, lifting my hand to brush his sweat-dampened hair back from his brow. “Tight, wet, fire. All very poetic.”

He groans again and buries his face against my neck. “Don’t tease me. My brain still isn’t working.”

“Your hips were doing just fine,” I quip, laughing softly when his fangs graze my shoulder in playful punishment.

When he lifts his head again, something has changed.

His eyes are still golden, but the intensity has eased into something calmer, gentler. The hard lines of his usually stern features soften, and his mouth relaxes. It smooths every sharp angle, transforming him in a way that feels vulnerable. Like I’m glimpsing a side of him no one has ever seen.

It makes my heart flutter in my chest.

I’m not sure what I expected from Vrok, but this tender, almost reverent look is a surprise.

He strokes a hand down my cheek, and when he speaks, his voice is low and careful. “Did I hurt you? I tried to hold back.”

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