Page 59 of Alien Assassin's Heir

She touches my jaw with her small hand, thumb brushing the edge of my mouth. “Rough day?”

“You have no idea,” I murmur.

Her lips curve, sad and knowing, and she tugs me down into a kiss. No words, no demands. Just warmth, just surrender.

I follow her into the bedroom, the lamplight flickering across the walls, our shadows stretching long. She pulls me down onto the bed, her body curling into mine.

This time it isn’t hunger driving us—it’s reverence. My claws skim her skin like she’s breakable, like if I press too hard she’ll shatter into light. Every kiss is an apology. Every touch is a vow.

Her mouth is soft, parted, inviting me deeper. I taste her moan before I hear it, sweet and raw against my tongue. My scales rasp lightly over her thighs as I settle between them, careful, reverent, heat pooling low in my gut. Her skin smells like lavender and fear and something aching.

“You’re shaking,” I whisper.

“I know.” Her voice cracks, and still she presses closer.

I run a claw down the center of her chest, not to harm, just to feel the stutter of her breath as her nipples harden under the brush of my touch. “Say what you want.”

“You.” Her eyes meet mine. “I want you.”

Gods, she doesn’t know what that does to me.

I kiss down her throat, my tongue flicking over the flutter of her pulse. She whimpers and arches, hips rising to meet mine. Her legs open wider, cradling my mass as if our bodies remember what our hearts are terrified to accept.

I tease the slick heat of her pussy with one slow stroke of my fingers. She’s already wet. My cock throbs against her thigh, hard and aching.

“Luna,” I growl into her neck, “You’re so soft. So wet for me.”

She pants, twisting under my hand. “Don’t stop. Please—don’t make me beg.”

I slide a thick finger into her, feel her tighten around me like she’s starved. She gasps, back arching, and I groan, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“More,” she whispers. “Give me more.”

Two fingers. Then three. Her body quakes, hips rolling to meet every slow curl of my hand. Her pussy is hot and soaked, clenching around me like it never forgot how to want me.

“You feel that?” I murmur. “That’s mine.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Gods, yes.”

I kiss down her belly, sharp canines grazing, tongue tasting every inch of her until I reach her core. My claws pin her thighs open gently as I bury my mouth against her. She cries out, fingers grabbing at my horns, her whole body trembling.

I suck her clit between my lips, tease it with flicks of my tongue. Her legs tighten around my head and she writhes, sobbing my name. I feel her come undone against my mouth, spasms rolling through her as she bucks.

“Stars, Kraj,” she gasps. “I—I can’t?—”

But I don’t stop.

Not until she’s begging again.

Only then do I rise over her, lining my cock to her entrance. It’s thick, ridged, the head flaring with heat. Her eyes widen, breath hitching.

“You sure?” I rasp.

She nods, lips parted. “I want to feel all of you. Please.”

I press into her slowly, every inch a stretch that makes her gasp and claw at my shoulders. Her pussy wraps around me, tight and perfect, pulling me deeper until I’m fully inside her.

“Gods,” I choke out, “you feel like heaven.”