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His eyes drink in the sight of my naked breasts, and the raw hunger in his gaze makes my breath catch in my throat. With a feral sound, he crushes me to him again, his lips and tongue blazing a trail of fire down my neck and across my collarbone.

I throw my head back, giving him better access, my fingers tangling in his short, bristly hair. My entire body feels electrified, every nerve ending alight with sensation. His kisses, his licks, the occasional nip of his teeth—each touch sends me spiraling higher and higher.

My hands, driven by a desperate need to feel his skin against mine, go to work on his belt. The buckle resists my fumbling attempts to unfasten it, and a frustrated sound escapes my throat.

Varnok chuckles against my skin, the vibrations making me squirm. With one hand, he effortlessly undoes the belt and opens the fly of his trousers, freeing himself. I gasp at the feel of his hard length against my palm—impossibly big, just like the rest of him.

I stroke him slowly, delighting in the way his breath catches and his eyes darken with desire. The power dynamics between us—the predator and the diplomat, the bodyguard and the ambassador—seem to blur and shift until they're almost unrecognizable.

With a swift motion, Varnok lifts me off his lap and sets me down on the plush rug in front of the sofa. He looms over me, the dim lighting casting shadows across his ridged brow and chiseled jaw. He looks like some ancient war god, fierce and unstoppable.

I reach for him, wanting to bring him back down to me, but he captures my wrists in one large hand and pins them above my head. With his other hand, he tugs at my ruined top, pulling it off me completely and tossing it aside.

"Let me worship you, Quinn," he murmurs, his voice a low, guttural rumble that makes my heart race and my pulse pound in my ears.

He kisses his way down my body, lavishing attention on my breasts before moving lower, mapping out every curve and hollow with his lips and tongue. I writhe beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations he's evoking, by the sheer ferocity of his desire.

When he finally reaches the apex of my thighs, I'm practically trembling with anticipation. He hooks his fingers under thewaistband of my silk pants and pulls them off, exposing me to his hungry gaze.

The first touch of his tongue against my most sensitive spot sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. I cry out, my hips bucking reflexively, but he holds me firmly in place, continuing his relentless exploration with a skill that leaves me breathless and shaking.

My climax builds quickly, fueled by the pent-up tension between us and the skillful ministrations of his mouth. It crashes over me like a tidal wave, dragging me under in a maelstrom of ecstasy. My body arches off the floor, and I'm vaguely aware of Varnok's triumphant growl as he drinks in my pleasure.

As the aftershocks subside, he releases my wrists and crawls up my body to claim my lips in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, an intimate reminder of the pleasure he's just given me.

"You're mine, Quinn Gellar," he whispers against my lips, his voice full of possessive pride. "And I am yours."

And in that moment, surrounded by his strength and warmth, I can't find it in me to argue.

CHAPTER 11

QUINN

Irise from the floor, my body still humming with the afterglow of my release, and take Varnok's hand. His grip is firm, yet gentle, and I marvel at the contrast between his strength and his tenderness. I lead him toward the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation, but before we can make it, he sweeps me off my feet—literally.

With a playful growl, Varnok hoists me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, just as he did back on the derelict fueling station. The sudden change in position sends a thrill of excitement coursing through me, and I can't help but let out a surprised yelp followed by a fit of giggles.

He adds a couple of playful spanks to my upturned backside, each one a little harder than the last, and I squirm with a mix of shock and delight. The sensation is new, exhilarating, and it ignites a fresh wave of desire within me.

Var doesn't give me a chance to catch my breath. He plops me down on the bed with a grin, his purple eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. I look up at him, my breath hitching as he begins to peel out of his Alliance uniform.

The armor-like material falls away, revealing the hard, muscular planes of his body. His scales glisten in the soft light,their crimson hue reminiscent of a sunset on some far-off world. Every inch of him is a testament to his warrior heritage, from the broad expanse of his chest to the powerful muscles of his arms and legs.

I take a moment to drink in the sight of him, my gaze lingering on the sharp angles of his face and the fierce pride in his eyes. I've never been with an alien man before, and certainly never with anyone who possessed the raw physicality that Varnok does.

And yet, despite his size and strength, I do not fear him. I trust him implicitly, knowing he would never intentionally harm me. There's a connection between us that transcends the brief time we've known each other. It's as if some part of me has always known him, always recognized the warrior spirit that resides within his chest.

Varnok hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his undergarments and tugs them down, freeing his vakutan cock. The initial shock of its alien nature quickly fades, replaced by a deep sense of rightness. The heart-shaped head, the undulating ridges of scales, the raised ridge along the top of the shaft—it's all so perfectly Var, so perfectly designed to pleasure a woman.

I find myself anticipating the feel of him inside me, imagining the way those ridges will move and flex, increasing my pleasure tenfold. My core clenches at the thought, and a fresh wave of wetness floods my already drenched folds.

"You say nothing, but your gaze speaks volumes, Ms. Ambassador," Varnok rumbles, his voice a low, vibrating purr that makes my toes curl. "It pleases me that we are of a like mind."

I meet his gaze, my lips curling into a sly smile. "For a change," I tease, my voice husky with desire.

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound deep and rich and full of life. "Yes," he agrees, his eyes growing narrow with lust. "For a change."

Then, without warning, he pounces, his body covering mine in an instant. His weight is a welcome presence, pinning me to the bed with an ease that speaks to his strength. His lips crash into mine, stealing my breath away with the intensity of his kiss.

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