Page 93 of Alien Assassin's Heir

He hushes me with another kiss, softer this time, reverent. “Forever, Luna. That’s what I want. No more shadows. No more lies. Just this.”

My throat tightens. I let out a shaky laugh, brushing at my tears. “Careful. You’re starting to sound like a romantic.”

His grin is wicked and tender all at once. “Don’t tell anyone. It’d ruin my reputation.”

I swat at his chest, and he catches my hand, presses my palm flat over his heart. His scales are warm beneath my touch, his pulse strong.

“Feel that?” he asks.

I nod, unable to speak.

“That’s yours. Has been since the first time you yelled at me for tracking mud into your office.”

I laugh, sharp and wet, remembering. “You smirked the whole time.”

“You looked beautiful when you were furious,” he admits. “Still do.”

I roll my eyes, but the heat in my cheeks betrays me. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re mine.” He leans down, kisses me slow, deep, until the stars outside blur.

His mouth trails heat down my throat, teeth grazing just enough to make my breath catch. “You smell like moonlight and lavender,” he whispers, dragging his tongue over the pulse hammering in my neck.

His claws skim my waist, slow and teasing. My body arches into him, aching for his touch. “Kraj…”

“You want more?” His voice is a low growl.

“Yes.” I tug at his waistband, fingertips tracing the ridges of muscle down his stomach.

He lifts me into his lap, cock already hard and hot against my core. I rock my hips, grinding my pussy over the thick length of him through our clothes. My panties are soaked. “I need you inside me.”

His golden eyes darken. “Say it again.”

“I need your cock,” I whisper, dragging his hand down my body. “Please.”

He growls and lays me back, fingers tearing at my clothes. His mouth covers my breast, tongue flicking the peak until I’m gasping. One claw traces my thigh, then slides between my legs, spreading me open.

“Fuck, Luna. You’re dripping.”

I moan, spreading wider as he dips a finger into my pussy. Then another. He curls them, watching my face as I cry out.

“Right there,” I gasp. “Kraj?—”

He replaces his fingers with his cock, easing the tip against my entrance. “You ready for all of me?”

I nod, desperate.

He thrusts in, thick and filling, stretching me with every inch. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.”

My legs wrap around his waist, and we move together, each stroke a blend of love and lust and everything we can’t say aloud.

The bed creaks, our bodies slick with sweat and want. “I love you,” I gasp.

His eyes flare. “I’m yours. Forever.”

We come together, a tangle of moans and whispered names, until there’s nothing left but the stars outside and the beat of his heart beneath my cheek.

I believe in forever.