Page 86 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

Twenty-Five

Lans

He wipedthe sheen of Eema’s essence from his chin and pulled his pants back on. His tail would need to be washed, since nearly a quarter of it had been inside her as well, but he had no energy to worry about cleanliness. He was exhausted from the angry coupling and could barely move.

Despite his languid bones, a ball of fire still burned in his stomach.

Quiet.

Simmering.

It blazed like an eternal flame.

Eema.

The seren.

After hurting her, she asked if she could hurt him back.

Then she’d gotten on her knees in the cavern.

Taken his hardness into her slender palms.

She’d done unspeakable things.

With her mouth.

With her tongue.

Even now, he could feel her perfect lips gliding down his length.

Could see the fury in her eyes as she knelt.

And yet, even in that position, she was the one with the power.

She made him growl with her strokes against his hardness. Made him roar with her little nips at his tip. Made him call for mercy in the ancient Plutonian tongue as she made a fist and squeezed him until he was dry.

The urgency in her movements had caught him by surprise.

She wanted to drown in him.

And she nearly had. He had emptied himself far longer than he should have given how much he’d already released into her body before then.

Lans moved with delirious languidness as he stretched his arms.

He had not been prepared for it.

For her.

Eema almost made him forget about her sudden words of anger.

Perhaps that was her intent.

To obliterate every thought in his head.

To shake his focus.

Lans would have to admit that she had succeeded.

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