Page 31 of Alien Soldier's Heir

“Kaz,” I murmur again, more breath this time than protest.

His voice is rough, low. “I just want to feel you.”

And he does.

His hand slips lower, under the hem of my robe, finding the slick between my legs with an ease that makes me gasp. His fingers are thicker than a human’s, ridged with slight grooves like molten gold carved into his skin. When he presses one against my pussy, I shudder and spread my thighs without thinking.

“You’re already wet for me,” he says, tone reverent. “Fuck, Nova…”

He shifts behind me, cock fully hard now, pressing insistently against my ass. I can feel the weight of it, thick and pulsing. He grinds slowly against me, one hand stroking my clit in lazy, knowing circles while the other anchors me against his chest.

I arch into him.

His mouth finds my shoulder. Then my neck. He bites, just enough to make me moan.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my skin. “And I will.”

I don’t say a word.

Because I don’t want him to stop.

Instead, I reach behind me and grab his hip, pulling him closer.

“Please,” I whisper. “Kaz…”

He growls low, the sound rumbling through his chest like thunder. Then he’s moving, rolling me onto my back, covering me with that massive, golden body. His scales shimmer in the dim light, blue eyes dark with heat and something else—something dangerously close to devotion.

“You’re so small,” he breathes, eyes drinking me in. “So fucking perfect.”

I open for him, letting his hand slide between us again. He strokes me slowly, fingers slick with my arousal.

Then one thick finger presses inside.

I gasp, grabbing his shoulders. He watches me, eyes locked to mine as he slides deeper.

“You’re tight,” he groans. “So fucking tight around me.”

I bite my lip, hips lifting to meet his rhythm. He adds a second finger, curling inside until I cry out.

“Fuck—Kaz?—”

His mouth is on my breast in an instant, tongue laving over the nipple before he sucks gently, then bites. I arch, nails digginginto the hard planes of his back. He’s so big, so solid above me, and I feel both small and indestructible at once.

“I need you,” I pant. “Now.”

He growls again, pulling back just enough to line up. His cock is thick—thicker than I remembered—and glistening at the tip. The head brushes my entrance, and we both groan.

“Look at me,” he says, voice rough.

I do.

He pushes in.

The stretch is unreal. My body clenches around him, trembling with the effort to take him all. Inch by inch, he sinks into me, watching every second like it’s sacred.

“Fuck,” I gasp, gripping his arms. “You’re huge.”

“You’re taking me,” he whispers. “So fucking good, Nova.”