Page 85 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

He surrounded her, his hand touching every inch of her body. Every strain of her heart. Going deeper and wading through all her crazed emotions until there was only one.

Desire.

She needed him to quiet the noise in her head.

She needed him to make her forget that they were still at an impasse. That no solution had been found regarding kids.

He was thrusting too hard. Too angrily. Too much. She could no longer hold on to him and returned her palms to the wall to keep upright. Heat skittered over her neck and down to her core. Pressing her hands flat for balance, she used the wall to push against his force, her body coiling and tightening as he filled her to the hilt. Her mouth opened in a delirious gasp when his tail slipped under her tunic and went to work on her chest.

Emma fell into a tailspin of pleasure and need.

So good.

So good.

The alien’s lips suckled her ear as she whimpered, unravelling so violently this time that she felt like her skin was peeling off.

Lans kept pumping through it all. “Promise me you will never ask me to give you up again.”

She moaned, unable to speak since she was too busy screaming his name and begging for mercy.

“Promise, Eema,” he growled, taking his tail away.

“I-I promise,” she panted.

He went still inside her but did not back off. His fingers glided around her hip, to her stomach and between her legs. “Now I will punish you because I cannot hold back.”

The alien was threatening her and all she could do was bob her head like a dog.

“Would you like me to hurt you, Eema?” Lans whispered.

“Yes. Oh, yes.” Adrenaline pounded through her veins, spiking her pulse up to a hundred. She thought about asking for details—how much hurt was he talking about here? Shouldn’t there be a safe word? But she was too drunk on lust to turn this alien brute away and, deep down, Emma knew that Lans would give her more pleasure than pain no matter what.

She was ready.

Lans slipped his fingers lower.

Lower.

Then he touched her.

Teased her.

And his hips began to move in slow, deliberate circles.

The alien claimed her completely.

He broke her down until she was nothing but moans and cries and desperate whimpers that didn’t even sound human or alien or like anything she’d ever heard.

She forgot about babies and her past and the Ungazi.

There were no thoughts.

No anger.

No fear.

Beneath her alien warrior’s hands, she became liquid fire.