Page 67 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

The skin between his brows wrinkled even further.

She hoped last night hadn’t changed the dynamic of their relationship. She kind of liked getting under his skin and hearing him growl at her. She didn’t want that to change just because he’d pounded into her like a hammer on a nail.

“I did not mean to hurt you, my heras,” he grumbled.

“It’s okay.”

And it was.

She thought he’d been gentle.

And he’d tried to be.

She could see it in his eyes. The concentration on her pleasure. On her comfort. On her safety.

And it touched her. The last thing she’d expected was a strong, scary-looking alien warrior to be so sensitive.

But the problem wasn’t Lans’sintentions.

It was pure human-alien logistics.

The pleasure had ripped through her, totally eclipsing the pain. But adjusting to an invasion of that size and width wasn’t easy.

Even if she’d suffer for it, Emma didn’t care. She enjoyed every minute of their mating. And all the others that followed after the first time. As Sara, Kia and Simone had hinted, Plutonian stamina was…something.

But it also meant that her most sensitive places had taken a beating.

Lans pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I will carry you everywhere. Your feet will never touch the floor.”

“Did you learn those lines from the elders?” She snorted.

“You find my sincerity amusing?” His lips twitched.

“Just a little.” She held her fingers a centimeter apart. “I’m not used to you being sweet.”

“That surprises me. I am the definition of romance.”

She laughed. “If this warrior thing doesn’t work out, consider comedy.”

Lans smirked and pulled her closer. “My heras feels at peace for the first time, Eema.” He glanced down at her, the sheets rustling as he moved. “Thank you.”

She tucked her head into his shoulder, letting the silence rush over them.

Broods?

The voice resurrected from the back of her mind.

She’d managed to drown it out while Lans had kissed and undressed her.

She’d shoved it into a corner while Lans teased her with his tongue.

She’d silenced it when Lans burned her with the brunt of him.

But now?

In the quiet?

When her pulse had returned to normal and her clothes were back on?