Page 62 of Tempted By the Alien Warrior

Vrok doesn't move. He doesn’t even blink. He just stares, his eyes locked on my bare breasts.

But I’m not through. Not by a long shot.

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and push it down my hips in a soft rustle. It pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but the scrap of cloth that passes for underwear on this world.

And still, Vrok doesn’t move an inch. He’s so still, I’m starting to second-guess myself, but then my gaze lands on the twitching bulge beneath his loincloth. Heat flares low in my belly, remembering how thick and full he felt inside me. Confidence surges through me, and I smile as I shimmy out of my underwear.

Warm air kisses my bare skin, but the way Vrok is staring at me sends a shiver through me.

His fiery golden eyes rake over every inch of me in a slow, reverent perusal that steals the breath right out of my lungs.

It’s not just the way he’s looking at me, but how it feels. Like his gaze is a touch, hot and feather-light, gliding over my throat, my breasts, the curve of my hips. My nipples tighten into aching peaks beneath the weight of it. That warmth that’s been building in my chest flares hot and wild, pulsing through my veins.

When his eyes finally drop to my pussy, I squeeze my thighs together. I’m already slick with arousal, and my clit is throbbing, practically begging for him to touch me. To claim me again.

And still, he doesn’t move or speak. He just looks at me like I’m the most desirable woman in the universe. And under the heat of his gaze, I feel like it.

I turn slowly, giving him one last glance over my shoulder, then step into the water.

Warm, silky heat envelops me as it slides over my skin, rising past my thighs, over my hips, my waist. I shiver. Not from the temperature, but from the awareness of his eyes on me. I canfeelit. That hungry, burning stare moving over me, making my skin tingle everywhere it touches.

I glance back and find him still frozen in place. A muscle in his jaw twitches, and his fists are clenched at his sides like he’s barely holding himself back.

Turning toward him, I let a slow, wicked smile tilt up the corners of my lips. “You coming in, or are you going to stand there and stare at me all night?”

His nostrils flare, and it’s like something inside him snaps. The simmering heat in his eyes ignites into something feral, and he starts stripping. The weapons belt he wears like a second skin hits the ground first with a heavythunk. Then his boots and his sword. Each item is shed with swift, almost savage purpose, as if he’s peeling away everything that stands between us. Everything that keeps him from me.

Until there’s nothing left but his loincloth.

My breath catches, and my heart stutters as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband. For a second, he pauses, watching me, like he’s waiting for a sign. Like if I show even a flicker of hesitation, he’ll stop. But I don’t.

With one swift flick of his wrists, he yanks it down and tosses it aside, and just like that, he’s standing before me completely bare and breathtaking.

I’ve seen him before. I’ve even felt him, tasted him, and had him inside me, but I’ve never seen him like this.

Never with the glow of algae illuminating every hard, sculpted inch of his body, shimmering off the ridges of his teal skin. His cock stands thick and proud against his abdomen, and I swear my mouth waters just looking at him.

My pussy clenches in anticipation, already remembering what it feels like to be stretched around him and how he filled me so completely it stole the breath from my lungs. He hit places inside me I didn’t even know could ache like that, and he made me come so hard I saw stars.

But this is different, somehow. We’re not tucked away beneath the dark canopy of a tree with a small fire flickering nearby, casting shadows over us. There’s no cover here. Nothing between us but water, air, and heat.

He starts toward me with a slow, prowling grace. His eyes stay locked on mine, burning with that same molten hunger, and when he reaches the edge of the pool, he stops. Like he’s giving me one last chance to run before he pounces.

Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.

I want this, and I want him with a hunger that feels like it might devour me from the inside out.

I want him to claim me. Again. I want to feel his thick cock stretching me and filling me so full until everything else is blotted from my mind and the only thing left in the world is his body against mine and his name on my lips.

Because this isn’t just lust. I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s more.

If this is the last time, then I want to be his. Even if it’s only for tonight.

He steps into the pool, and moves determinedly through the water until finally he stops a foot away, his chest heaving with every breath. He’s so close I can feel the heat pouring off him, and somehow, I can feel the need vibrating through his body like a live wire.

Vrok swallows hard before his hand lifts and he brushes a knuckle along my jaw. The touch is featherlight, but it burns straight through me. “You are so beautiful and beyond anything I dreamed you could be.” His gaze burns into mine.

The words hit me somewhere deep in my chest, and before I can think about it, I rise up on my toes and press my mouth to his. That’s all it takes to snap the last thread of his restraint.

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