Page 63 of Tempted By the Alien Warrior

Vrok growls, low and rough, as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. The kiss turns wild with hunger like we’ve both been starving for each other. His arms lock around me, crushing me to his chest, and when our bodies are finally pressed together, skin to skin, I can’t stop the desperate whimper that slips from me.

His cock is hot and hard where it’s trapped against the curve of my belly, and just the feeling of it there makes my pussy clench like it’s begging for attention. His hands slide up and cup my breasts. The rasp of his rough palms over my nipples is almost too much. Almost. He rolls them between his fingers, teasing and tugging just enough to make me squirm, but not enough to ease the ache building inside me.

I can feel how much he wants me, and it only stokes the fire already blazing hot inside me. That fire rushes through my veins, setting every nerve ending alight, until my whole body feels like it’s glowing just beneath the surface.

And somehow, I know he feels it, too.

“I need to taste you,” he growls against my lips.

That’s all the warning I get before everything happens at once.

In one fluid motion, he pulls back, grabs me by the hips, and lifts me like I weigh nothing. I gasp, and suddenly, I’m flat on my back on the smooth stone edge of the pool with my legs spread and my body bared to him as his gaze drags over every inch of me.

The stone floor is cool against my overheated skin, making goosebumps rise instantly. Then, his mouth is on me and the world around me shatters.

He dives in like a male possessed, his mouth moving over me with a hunger that borders on worship. His tongue and lips explore every inch of me like I’m his last meal. Like he’s been dreaming about this all day, and now that he’s got me, he’s not wasting a second.

My hands scramble for something to hold onto and finally my fingers find the edge of the pool. A moan tears from my throat when he swipes along me from my entrance to the swollen nub of my clit, sending pleasure shooting through me like an arrow.

When his rough tongue circles my clit, relentlessly teasing it, it sends pleasure through me so sharp it makes my legs shake. My hips buck, nearly dislodging him, but he pins me down, holding me wide open for him as he devours me.

I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping the thick strands. He groans when I tug, and the sound vibrates through my core.

Then he flattens his tongue and flicks it back and forth across my clit, before drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucking hard.

My whole body jerks. For a moment, I forget how to breathe and my back arches clear off the floor.

Then I feel it. It’s just the barest graze of his fangs, not enough to hurt but enough to send a bolt of sensation throughme so intense, I cry out. The scrape of them against my clit is like a lightning strike of pleasure along my nerve endings.

I’m close. So close, now, that I can feel my orgasm approaching like a runaway train, but I want him inside me when I come. I need to feel his cock filling me again.

“Vrok,” I pant. “I—I can’t...”

He doesn’t pause. Doesn’t let up. The growl he lets out is rough, and I swear I can feel it everywhere, vibrating through me.

“Please. I—I need you inside me. I need you now.” I tug hard at his hair, and that finally gets his attention.

When he lifts his head, his face glistens with my arousal, and there’s a wild gleam in his eyes like I’ve never seen before. It sends a fresh wave of heat searing through me that is so intense it feels like every cell in my body is on fire.

His hands grip my hips, and with one quick motion, he pulls me back into the water with him. I gasp at the sudden heat. He spins me effortlessly, pulling my back to his chest. His hands are everywhere on me, gliding over my breasts, my belly, my thighs, like he’s trying to memorize me by touch alone.

“Hands on the edge,” he says. His words come out in a low, commanding voice, and I do it without question, bracing myself against the stone lip of the pool.

Then I feel the thick, pulsing heat of his cock nudging between my cheeks. He slides lower, nudging his cock against my entrance. But he doesn’t push inside me immediately. Instead, he teases and torments me, dragging his cock through the slick folds of my pussy until I’m trembling with need and aching for him to finally take me.

“Vrok. Please.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold out before I shatter from the need alone.

A low, feral groan rumbles through his chest just before he thrusts into me in one smooth, devastating motion, buryinghimself to the hilt. My mouth falls open in a silent scream and my eyes squeeze shut as I clench around him. He’s so deep, so thick, filling me so completely, and it feels better than anything has ever felt before.

His hands slide up to cup my breasts, his fingers plucking at my nipples until they’re hard, aching points. I whimper, arching into his touch.

And then he starts to move.

He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him. Every ridge and every nub as he drags them against my inner walls before he slams back in, hard enough to jolt me forward. The water sloshes around us.

The rough stone edge of the pool digs into my palms, but I don’t care. All I care about right now is the feel of him inside me and the way his hips drive into me, again and again. My pussy grips him greedily, and I can feel every throb of his cock inside me as he fills me.

“Sard, Emily, you take me so well. So wet. So tight. It’s like your body was made for me,” he grits out between clenched fangs.

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