Page 51 of Sold to the Alien Smugglers

But this looming warrior is over two feet taller than me – not to mention three times as wide. He’s built like a mountain – all snow white, marble-hued muscle without an ounce of fat across his towering physique.

My eyes survey his incredible body. The warrior’s biceps strain against his shirt and I justknowthat if he lifted the hem of that tight workout shirt, he’d reveal a rack of perfectly chiseled abs that looked like they’d been carved from stone itself.

My mind races as I imagine what that solid bulk would feel like – how rock-like he’d feel as he pressed against me. I’d be helpless beneath his huge bulk – and yet my thighs are quivering at the delicious thought of exactly that.

As if amused by my show of defiance, the Aurelian purrs:

“I’ve learned you don’t need to beg for everything you want. Sometimes, you just have to ask nicely.”

Then, slowly, he extends his hand – the one with the ripe fruit in it. The huge gouge his teeth sheared from the ripe flesh is dripping almost as much as I am – and that succulent juice trickles down his fingers, inviting my tongue to lick it from them.

My mouth waters.

I know I’ve lost track of time – but whether it’s been six hours since my last meal, or sixteen, the ravenous hunger would remain the same. For months, my only meals have been the measly, standard rations on board the transport ship Elnor. They’ve only ever beenjustenough to quiet the rumblings in my belly – without ever truly soothing or satiating my appetite.

I’ve never even tasted honey-fruit before, but the scent of it is intoxicating.

I can’t help myself.

“M-may I have a bite?” I stammer – and the moment I ask, my eyes drop down submissively.

“Asknicely,” the Aurelian asks again, his voice dripping with need and his lips curling with sardonic amusement.

I realize he wants me even more than I want him – even more than I want that honey-fruit! The tension in his body builds visibly – his muscles straining, and his veins popping. It’s as if this mountainous man is really a volcano – ready to spew hotly at the slightly provocation.

“P-please,” I stammer out, and the sick thing is that my shame is actually pleasurable. My humiliating surrender turns me on.

The Aurelian raises his eyebrows ever-so-slightly.

“Please,sir,” I whisper, responding to his unspoken demand – the words turning me on so much, I’m worried he’ll see the wetness glistening on my thighs.

For a moment, we stand there and stare at each other, as if seeing who’ll break first…

…except we both know the answer. He broke me the moment he offered me that succulent, dripping fruit.

Finally, the Aurelian nods – and then murmurs: “Come and get it, then.”

I gulp.

I’m so ravenous, it takes every ounce of willpower not to snatch the food from him like a hungry bird. Yet, I obey – and each step I take towards him makes me feel smaller and smaller.

He towers over me as I approach, and it’s not just the height of the man that daunts me. It’s his width – his silent, unspoken strength. The Aurelian radiates with masculine power and utter assurance. If you stacked two human men side-to-side beside him, they’d both disappear in his shadow. The honey-fruit looks like a grape in his enormous palm.

I reach out to take the fruit…

…and then his left hand snatches with inhuman speed – wrapping those steel-like fingers around my wrist and rendering me instantly immobile.

“Use yourmouth,” he growls – and for all the man’s towering strength and brooding dominance, I can see he’s the one on the verge of losing complete control.

Yet, so am I.

The Aurelian’s huge cock is straining against his shorts – almost like it has a mind of its own, and it’s raging against the Aurelian’s hesitation. It’s like it’s trying to break free to get to me – and I want to let it.

My mouth waters and my fingers twitch as I imagine pulling the Aurelian’s shorts down – just toseethat thing.

But we both know I wouldn’t just look. The time for that has long since passed.

He knows it, and I hate him for it in the most delicious way possible. The warrior is agonizingly arrogant – just so confident and in control. He’s so self-assured it makes me squirm with desire. He’s triggering something dark and instinctual, deep inside of me.

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