Page 52 of A Cyborg for the Alien Mercenary

“Want you?” The words were almost a snarl as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips as he strode toward the bed, stopping right in front of it. “Oh… I’m never letting you go, little one. You’re mine.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he slid her down the length of his solid form. A soft sound of pleasure escaped her lips as she slid her hands over his wide shoulders and muscular chest. He was all iron muscles and contained strength. She might have been built for war, but he was powerful. Strong enough to actually hurt her should he want to. Rather than scaring her, the thought heated her blood. They were equals. Truly equals.

He pulled her up against him, dark heat in his eyes as he teased her lips with his. His cock, still trapped by his pants, pressed against the softer curve of her belly, and she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. Her body was on fire, every nerve endingscreaming for his touch. For the pleasure she knew only he could bring her.

“Well…” A playful smile curved her lips as she splayed her hand against his flat stomach and then pushed to get a little space between their bodies. “I’d say the feeling is definitely mutual.”

She looked up, holding his gaze as she cupped the front of his crotch. He gasped, jerking beneath her touch.

“You seem a little… trapped there. Let me help you with that,” she breathed, trying for sultry and somehow managing it.

His eyes darkened, locked on to hers as she undid his pants.

“You have no idea what you do to me, little one.” His voice was like gravel, rough and strained with restraint. “Do you?”

Her gasp was echoed by his as he sprang free, thick and hard, to fill her hand. Her eyes widened. He was huge, hard as an iron bar in her hand, the thick veins throbbing beneath silken heat of his skin.

She smiled as she stroked him. “Oh, I think I have some idea.”

“All of this,” he rasped as he lifted a hand to cup the nape of her neck. “It’s all for you. I’m going to make you take every thick inch of this Vorrtan cock.”

His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back as his eyes burned into hers. Then his expression softened slightly.

“Do you like the dirty talk, little one?” he checked, his voice lower.

She nodded, heat and need simmering through her veins.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice husky. “I like it. I want it all… I want you.”

It was the truth; the dirty words in his low, rumble of a voice sent an arrow of need straight to her core.

“Good,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “Because this is just the start.”

With a swift move, he spun her around, his hands both rough and gentle as they tore at the fabric of her pants, yanking them down over her hips. She gasped as the cool air washed over her, every sense she had tight with anticipation. Caught between his hard body and the bed, and trapped by her own clothing, he could do whatever he wanted to her.

She couldn’t wait.

He leaned forward, his large, hard body pressing against her back as he pressed his lips to the side of her throat. He trailed a scorching path of kisses along her shoulder, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there.

At the same time, he reached around her, parting her thighs. She bit her lip, letting him kick her feet wider apart. A soft moan escaped her as he slid clever fingers through her folds. He stroked and teased, driving her arousal higher until she bucked back against him, unable to hold still.

Then she quit breathing as he pushed two thick fingers into her needy pussy. Her hips snapped against this hand, pleasure coiling tightly within her. Shivers washed over her bared skin as she clenched around him.

She felt his breath on her neck along with the way his lips curved into a smile against her skin.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Please,” she begged, her head falling forward as he brought her to the brink again and again, only to deny her release. “I want… I need…fuck, it’s never felt this good before.”

With a low snarl, he ripped her pants and boots away, the fabric tearing easily in his powerful grip, and she found herself airborne. He lifted her as though she weighed nothing, her ass hitting the bed at the same moment he shoved his way between her thighs. He held them open as he knelt between them, and for a moment she frowned in confusion.

“What are yo—ohhh!”

She dropped her head back as his mouth descended on her with fierce possession.

Whimpering, she tried to stay still as his tongue stroked and teased, feasting on her with savage hunger. She had her fingers clenched tightly in his hair, holding him to her like she was never going to let him up.

Her hips bucked against his mouth as she sought the release he’d denied her, her thighs straining against his grip as he held her in place. The sensation of his mouth on her, the feel of his tongue brushing against her clit, was almost too much. Tension coiled tightly within her, almost to the breaking point, but he was ruthless, his hands holding her still and captive to his sensual torment.

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