Page 81 of The Alien Warrior's Mate

No. She wasn’t going to swoon. She wouldn’t be distracted by her own need. This wasn’t about how much she wanted Korben or how much his touch drove her crazy. This was about her own peace.

Tugging her fury close like a cloak, she rested a palm against his chest and drove Korben back. Pushing him onto the small cot in the corner of the room, Sara climbed over him with slow, deliberate movements.

He watched her, his eyes going completely black and his pants stretching to accommodate his excitement. She kept her eyes on his hips. Her body pulsing, she pressed her palms flat over his tattoos. Her fingers dragged slowly, torturously over his abs.

Korben’s hand settled on her hips and he looked up at her with irritation and desire. It was a heady combination and one she felt swirling in her own mind, driving her to the brink already.

Sara tossed her curls over her shoulders and struggled to remain in control. “I’m hungry, Korben.”

“You wish to tease me?”

She flicked one finger into his pants. “Make it easy.”

“And if my answer is no?”

She sat up and Korben smirked as if he’d gotten one over her, but she wasn’t done. Oh no. Sara was just getting started. She slid her hands over her body in a slow caress. Korben’s eyes fastened on her exploring fingers. He watched her every move and dug his hands harder into her hips.

A newfound confidence seized Sara. It was rooted in her anger and in Korben’s trembling response. It made her angrier, dirtier and bolder. She let the tension stretch and pull at her arms, let his heavy, lust-filled gaze guide her movements. She opened her mouth so he could hear her, so he could take what she was willing to give, so he could grow envious of the fact that it wasn’t his hands that made her moan.

Korben pushed at her hips as if to get her away from him, but his touch seared her skin and yanked her closer instead. Sara pulled her hands away and touched Korben’s mouth. She traced a line over his parted lips to coat herself on him. “I want you.”

“Do I…” he swallowed hard, “look that weak to you?”

“You look like you want me too.” Her voice was raspy and heavy, unrecognizable to her own ears. “My body. My lips on you.”

He sucked her finger into his mouth and curled his long, skillful tongue around it. “Speak the truth, my heras. It is my lips that you want on your skin.”

“Korben…” Sara closed her eyes because, staring directly at the way his tongue moved would make her break first. And that wasn’t the way she would win this game.

“Say what I want to hear, Sah-ah.” He narrowed his eyes, but his voice was shaking, betraying his weakness.

“I won’t.”

“Then—”

“Take me or don’t. It really doesn’t matter.”

She kept her eyes on him and noticed the way his veins bulged in his neck. He was so beautiful. So, so beautiful. Even if he was a lying jerk.

“You don’t want me to stop, Korben.”

The alien growled at her, his eyes flashing violet and then black again. “I will not be gentle, Sah-ah.”

It was the sweat in the air. The scent of his desire. His musk. The stardust. The rage. The need. It made her go insane. “Take off your pants.”

“Female…”

“Now.”

He bared his teeth. His jaw clenched hard enough to break something. Korben shed his clothes in a blink. The moment the fabric fell away, he grabbed her and roughly dragged her down, punishing her for disobeying his orders.

She gasped, her eyes filling with tears. Pain shafted through her body, twisting into pleasure as it hit her veins. The bed creaked loudly, smashing against the wall in rhythmic strokes. Her thighs pushed up and down, burning from the pace Korben set for her. The pace he was fully in control of even though she was on top.

Her bouncing matched the crazed beat of Korben’s heart. She felt his pulse speed up as she pressed her palm against his chest to keep her balance. Sara pushed harder. Faster. She’d punish him too. She’d drive him out of his skin too.

But no. Korben was too much. Too hard. Too intense. Her cries snapped through the air before his did. Pleasure dragged her by the heels and slammed her into his chest.

She’d won.

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