Page 55 of The Alien Warrior's Mate

He tried to contain himself while his mind was somewhat functioning, but he was losing that battle by the minute. Very few parts of him were convinced that waiting to mate was the best course of action.

“Sah-ah,” he warned, sensing that she was on the verge of her own release, “this is not just the meeting of flesh. When my heat thrusts into yours, I will brand you as my own.” His hands slid up her thighs as he spoke and Sara threw her head back, her chest heaving in the moonlight.

She did not understand.

She just felt.

She justdesired.

Denizi.

It meant more.

This had to mean more.

He reached up, gripped her chin and gently forced her head down so she could meet his eyes. The growing hunger in him reflected in her deep black gaze.

She was a seren. A mythical creature more beautiful than any he’d seen.

Her dark brown skin caught the moonlight. Yellow shards of light splintered against her soft cheek and long delicate neck. Her slender hands lay flat on his stomach, pressing down. Blunt nails lightly scraped against his abdomen.

Heat spiraled between them.

Pulsing.

Swirling.

Throbbing.

Her touch was intoxicating. Like the most expensive spirits sold in the Haja camps.His body ached to devour her, but he forced his eyes on her face, searching in the darkness for some form of comprehension that what they were about to do was more than pleasure. It was a commitment. A binding act.

He needed her to consent to that.

Toallof that.

The moment he laid claim to her, he was never letting her go.

Never.

Sah-ah returned his gaze with a bold one of her own. Reaching for the hem of her tunic, she wrenched it off and hurled it over her head. As she revealed her body to him, Korben found himself pushing out a prayer of gratitude.

Denizi.

His eyes fell on her chest.

So heavy. So soft.

His gaze travelled down the length of her stomach.

Continued lower.

Lower.

Denizi.

She rolled her hips against him and, this time, she bit heavily on her bottom lip. Her fingers traced the seams of his pants, searching for a way to strip him. When she found none, Sah-ah huffed under her breath. Impatient.

“Sah-ah,” his voice escaped breathlessly, “I take you as my mate. Do you take me as yours?”

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