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“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice tinged with a desire he had held back for far too long.

“Very,” I purred.

Releasing me, he wasted no time taking off his shirt. I caressed his freshly bared chest, running my fingers and then my tongue over his skin. He growled. I smiled, enjoying that my touch excited him. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, leaving only his heavy bracers and an amulet around his neck.

His massive cock stood proud, engorged and stiff with lust. I bit my bottom lip with anticipation. He stood back, and his eyes slid over my breasts hungrily when I stripped off the borrowed tunic and moved toward him.

He growled, encircling me in his arms before pressing his lips against mine. I opened my mouth, exploring it with my tongue. He groaned, granting permission for a deep exploration. His hand caressed my face and tangled in my curly hair as he pushed back into the intensity of our kiss. It was fervent and filled with hunger.

We broke apart, panting heavily.

“Come,” he commanded, taking my hand, leading me over to the bedroll.

He settled me onto my back, and I hungrily eyed his thick cock standing against my belly. He explored me feverishly, all four hands sliding over me, stroking, gripping, kneading. Soft and slow, then faster, firmer as he found the places that made me gasp. A firm grip on my hips. A thumb sliding over each nipple. His mouth, velvet lips over sharp teeth, exploring my neck and shoulder.

My stomach tightened with excitement when I saw his fangs flash, but all I felt when his lips closed on my nipple was wet, hot suction and the eager lash of his tongue. I moaned and whimpered, burying my fingers in his hair while my legs wrapped around him. My pussy nuzzled up against his hot shaft.

There was something almost reverent in every way he touched me, even when he kneaded my ass cheeks.

“I want to touch you,” I said, nudging him back gently before taking his cock in hand. He froze for a split second, then let out a deep groan as I stroked my fingers over his hard dick. It was velvet, and the ridges were soft and full of heat.

He was so big that I didn’t think I could take all of his cock in the missionary position.

“Do you trust me?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

“Lie down,” I said, smiling when he eagerly complied. His eyes widened when I squatted over his cock with my feet flat on the ground. His hips arched up toward me, offering, and I slowly inched his cock inside me. It took a while for my body to adjust to his width, and I gasped as his thick, ridged cock stretched me. Pushing off his chest, I bounced up and down for deeper penetration. By being dominant in this sex position, I could delay our climax and intensify mine.

He panted shallowly, eyes wide, his muscles so taut it felt like he was lifting a boulder.

Time for some encouragement…

“You feel good,” I purred, widening my knees.

That was all he needed. He grasped me and thrust up into me, catching my rhythm and then quickening it. I adjusted, rocking against him, feeling every ridge of his cock as it slid in and out. The slap of his hips against mine sent pleasant jolts through my clit, but what really aroused me was the enraptured, almost tormented look on his face.

I leaned forward slightly so our chests were closer together.

“Amara,” he groaned, voice musical with lust and pleasure, full of rapture and relief. He increased his pace.

I whimpered as the rising pleasure swept me up, threatening to overwhelm me. I fought it, wanting to savor him. Sweat misted our skin. He gleamed like blue marble, head tossed back, breath coming out in low, hoarse grunts. The mix of joy, desire, and amazement in his eyes grew with each stroke of his cock.

I moved more roughly, and his moans turned to hoarse shouts that became louder even as I started shaking uncontrollably. My muscles tightened around his surging cock until my cries mixed with his, growing as we neared the edge of climaxing.

His back arched, and I felt his cock throb harder inside me as I ground against him faster and rougher. My climax was seconds away. The buildup of tension arched my back and curled my toes, almost like a clenching feeling. He thrust up into me deep, roaring with pleasure. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, my body released all the tension. Hot gushes of his seed filled me. I wasn’t worried about having unprotected sex with him because I had taken the birth control shot to treat my irregular periods right before I was abducted. My scream was almost lost behind the pounding in my head. When my senses came back, we were tangled up with each other, his big, warm body misted with sweat and me limp in my arms. When he finally lifted his head, he had a dazed and entranced expression.

He looked… hooked.

I’ve really done it now,I thought, but I felt too good in his arms to worry about the consequences of having sex with him.

Our next kiss was gentle, warm, and almost lazy as we came down from our climax. In all of my previous sexual encounters, no male had made me want more of us… of him. Naxer was the first. But now he was looking at me like I was his erotic goddess who had given him a miracle.

Holy shit.The intensity of his expression almost overwhelmed me. I’d never had a man look at me like that before. This fierce hunk of alien warrior had an expression that was almost worshipful.

I smiled at him before nestling my cheek against his heaving chest. “You know, suddenly I’m not anywhere near as sleepy anymore.” It was time for round two of passionate sex with my alien.

CHAPTER19

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