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E mily

“I want you to touch me.”

I can’t believe I just said that to Vrok.

But I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, let alone a massive alien warrior with teal skin and more muscles than any bodybuilder back on Earth. I can’t deny the connection that’s formed between us, and I don’t want to ignore it anymore.

And I don’t regret it.

A muscle in his jaw tics and his whole body goes rigid. The golden flecks in his irises spread like wildfire, devouring the silver until his gaze turns molten. He stares at me like I’ve just handed him something sacred. Something he never thought he’d be allowed to want.

“Are you sure, Emily?” His voice is a quiet rumble laced with hunger. “Because once I start, I don’t know if I can control myself.”

I swallow hard, my heart hammering in my chest. “I mean it, Vrok. I want you.”

Vrok reaches out, his rough fingers tracing the line of my jaw. A shiver zips down my spine, shooting straight to my core. His touch is gentle, almost hesitant. Like he’s afraid I’ll pull away if he makes the wrong move.

But I don’t pull away. Instead, I lean into his palm. My breath hitches when his thumb drags over my lower lip. I press a kiss to the pad of it, then nip it gently between my teeth.

His breath shudders out of him. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs.

But I’m pretty sure I do, because he’s doing the same thing to me.

My skin feels too tight, and it feels like I’m burning from the inside out. Like my blood has turned motlen as it flows through my veins. Weirdly, somehow I know the same thing is happening to him. Like we’re caught in the same current, pulled under by the same heat, unable to look away or let go.

My heart is pounding so loud in my ears, I can barely hear over it. I can’t remember the last time I felt this alive. This seen. This wanted. And it’s all because of the male in front of me.

Vrok leans in, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss so gentle it steals my breath.

I can taste his control, feel the tension vibrating in him like a live wire, and it makes me want him even more.

To push him further just to see what happens when he finally lets go of the control he carries around like armor.

I deepen the kiss and thread my fingers through his thick silver hair. He groans into my mouth. The sound is deep and rough like thunder rolling through my chest, and I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me as close as I can possibly get. My core is pressed against the hard length of him, and I gasp into his mouth as the sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me.

He’s big—so much bigger than any man I’ve ever been with—and the thought of him inside me, fucking me, has my breath coming in short gasps.

Vrok rocks against me, once, then again. The friction is exquisite and each shift of his hips winds me tighter. My hands move lower, coasting over the solid muscles of his broad back. His skin is thicker than mine, but it’s somehow still unbelievably soft.

I pull back slightly, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I lock gazes with him.

He inhales deeply like he’s savoring my scent.

His eyes flutter closed for half a second, and when they open, they’re burning.

The sight of this big, strong warrior coming undone because of me sends a thrill through me.

“Emily, you’re driving me wild,” he rasps.

A wicked smile curves my lips. “Good,” I whisper, leaning in to nip at his lower lip. “Because I want you to lose control.”

His grip on my hips tightens and a growl vibrates deep in his chest. “Emily, I?—”

But I cut off his words with another kiss, pouring every bit of my pent-up desire and need into the kiss. I want him to feel it, all of it, without words getting in the way. His breath hitches, and everything else fades until there’s nothing but the heat between us.

Vrok kisses me like he’s starving. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan into his mouth, pressing closer until my breasts are crushed against his chest. His cock is hard and insistent against my pussy, and I rock against it, needing more friction.

More of him.

His hands slide down to grip my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me harder against him. The angle shifts, and with every roll of my hips, my clit hits him just right. Fuck, I’m so close to the edge already, and he’s barely even touched me.

My head tips back, and a moan spills from my lips as his mouth moves lower. His tongue, rough and hot, trails downward, the textured nubs dragging along my skin. His fangs graze me, sending another shiver through me.

By the time he reaches my breast, I’m panting. He doesn’t hesitate, just draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. I arch with a gasp, my fingers clutching at his shoulders.

He takes his time, teasing me with his lips and tongue until my thighs are shaking. I can feel my orgasm approaching and the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and getting closer to breaking. And I know it won’t be long before I fall apart.

Vrok releases my tortured nipple with a wet plop , then presses one broad hand to my chest, guiding me gently onto my back. My legs fall open as he kneels between them, his eyes raking over me.

He swallows hard, the muscles in his neck flexing, before he slowly pushes my dress higher until it pools around my hips.

His gaze lingers on the juncture of my thighs where I can feel the wetness of my arousal seeping through my loincloth panties.

His whole body is tense, like he’s holding on by a rapidly fraying thread.

“I want to taste you.” His voice is a rough, gravelly rumble, like the words have been scraped raw from the depths of his throat.

My breath catches as he eases my panties to the side. The cool air hits my bare pussy, and I shiver under his gaze. I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin, and I squirm, anticipation burning through every nerve ending.

“Vrok, please,” I whisper.

His golden eyes meet mine. They’re a barely banked fire, blazing hot with need. “Patience, little female. I want to savor this.”

And then his tongue touches my wet core, and I forget how to breathe.

His tongue is rough and the tiny nubs send jolts of pleasure sparking through me with each stroke. He licks me from my entrance upward, and when the tip of his tongue swipes over my clit, my whole body jerks like I’ve been shocked.

Vrok stills, and his hands tighten on my thighs.

Then, slowly, deliberately, his tongue circles back to that same spot.

I moan again, louder this time. My hips rise off the mossy ground beneath me, and he answers with a low sound deep in his throat, like he’s savoring my reaction.

It’s like he’s studying me, cataloging every gasp, every shudder, every way I come undone.

He’s relentless, adapting to the sounds I make and the way my body bucks and writhes under his tongue.

He lingers over my clit, swirling his amazingly skilled tongue over it, before finally he draws the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks. The pleasure rips through me like a lightning strike shooting through my veins.

I cry out, bucking up beneath him. Vrok’s hands hold me in place as he devours me like a starving man.

His tongue works in firm, delicious strokes—licking, sucking, fucking me—with a ferocity that leaves me gasping. I can feel the tension winding tighter and tighter inside me, drawn taut by every calculated move of his mouth on me.

“Vrok,” I pant. My hands tunnel through his hair, holding him against me. “I’m going to come.”

He growls in response and the sound vibrates through my throbbing clit, sending me hurtling towards the edge.

My orgasm hits like a tidal wave, crashing over me so hard spots appear at the edges of my vision. My body convulses, and I cry out, the sound echoing around us as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.

Vrok doesn’t stop.

His hands grip my hips, as he continues to lap at my pussy, working me through it, pulling every last tremor from my body, every twitch, every whimper that spills from my lips.

His tongue is merciless, his mouth wet and hot and demanding as he wrings every drop of pleasure from me until I’m squirming and breathless.

“Vrok,” I gasp out, my hands still tangled in his hair. “That was…” I trail off, unable to find the words to describe what just happened. There’s no word in the human language, or any other, for what he just did to me.

My body is still trembling when he finally lifts his head. His lips are swollen and glistening from my arousal and the expression on his face is one of smug male satisfaction.

“You taste like sweet nectar.” His voice is low and rough, as if it’s been scraped raw.

My cheeks flame, and I watch as his long tongue swipes out to collect every last drop of my arousal from his lips. The sight of this usually reserved man, so uninhibited, sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me, and I know I won’t be satisfied until I’ve seen him lose control completely.

I push myself up on shaky arms. “Your turn. Lie back.”

He tilts his head in question, but he obeys, lowering himself onto the thick moss beside me with the grace of a predator at rest.

“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” I murmur.

His chest rises and falls in deep, uneven breaths. “Emily?—”

But I hush him with a quick kiss as my hands roam across the firm planes of his chest. His skin is hot under my palms, and the muscles beneath are hard and trembling. He’s holding himself back, but just barely.

“Let me,” I insist. My voice is steady despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

He searches my face for a heartbeat, then nods. “If you insist.”

My lips tip up in a grin. “Oh, I do.”