Page 66 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

He would never let her go.

He would never leave her.

No harm would befall her and no enemy would touch her.

Mine.

His.

Fire swept through his venas. His heras bucked against his ribs as he pressed against her body. Her eyes locked on his and he saw them widen in shock and a little pain. He heard and felt her gasp, felt the expansion of her chest and the hiss of her lips even as he tried his best to not invade her fully.

Slowly.

Slowly.

His lips rejoined hers.

Her skin was hot.

Her body welcomed him.

Stretching.

Stretching.

She cried out, her nails digging into his back and her hands clawing for something to hold on to. Her screams of passion rolled out of her in low, quiet waves.

As he began to move his hips, Lans leaned down and whispered, “Mine, Eema. Intera-won means you are mine.”

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Emma

Intera-won means you are mine.

Well… hell.

She could have figured that out from the way Lans claimed her body.

Her fingers dug into the mattress as she struggled to catch her breath after several hours of relentless Plutonian mating. Every inch of her skin felt like it had been licked by the most delicious fire and she was still bathing in that heat. Still drenched in the afterglow.

Soreness throbbed from between her thighs.

Decadent pain.

She tried not to move too much even as the sunlight warned they would have to get going eventually. There was still a mystery to unravel. They had to get back to the others who were, undoubtedly, worried about Lans.

Lans hiked his head up on a fist, staring down at her. His fingers gently rubbed the shape of his tattoos into her shoulder. “Eema, are you alright?”

“Yup.” She paused. “Actually, you may have to carry me around for the next few days. I don’t think I can walk.”

She expected him to laugh.

He didn’t.

Instead, his stare grew more concerned and his touch on her shoulder stopped.

Emma groaned. “Lans, that was a joke.”

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