Page 41 of The Alien's Unwilling Bride

“I love you too,” she whispered ardently. “Make love to me. I need to feel you inside me.”

Slowly, reverently, he pushed forward, his thick shaft stretching her inch by delicious inch. Mila’s breath hitched at the exquisite sensation of being filled so completely. When he was seated to the hilt, Roq stilled, letting her adjust to his substantial size.

He began to move, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm. Each measured thrust sent sparks of pleasure racing through her veins. Mila lifted her hips to meet his, their bodies moving as one. She lost herself in his eyes, drowning in the depths of love and desire she saw reflected there.

Their pace gradually increased, the slow burn building to an inferno of passion. Roq pulled back until just the tip remained, then surged forward, impaling her on his rigid flesh.

“Yes, harder!” Mila urged, digging her nails into his shoulders. “I won’t break.”

Roq obliged, snapping his hips forcefully, driving into her welcoming heat again and again. The change in angle allowedhim to hit that magic spot inside her with each plunge. Mila’s cries of ecstasy echoed off the lab walls as he pounded into her, claiming her, possessing her.

TWENTY-SEVEN

The war room hummed with a tense energy, the air thick with disappointment and frustration. Mila leaned against the holographic table, her fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on its smooth surface. The council’s rejection of their field trip proposal hung over them like a storm cloud, dark and foreboding.

Roqron stood beside her, his usually composed features marred by a frown. Across the room, Garek, Vex, and Dravek huddled together, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. The king sat at the head of the table, his silver eyes surveying the room with quiet authority.

Mila’s gaze met Roqron’s, and she saw her own frustration mirrored in his eyes. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. “We’ll have to do this on our own,” she said, her voice steady but firm.

A ripple of surprise went through the room. Vex raised an eyebrow. “You mean, go behind the council’s back? My, my, Earth girl. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Mila rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto her face. “Please. I once snuck into a restrictedbiodome in the Amazon just to study a rare species of orchid. This is nothing.”

Roqron chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Why am I not surprised?” He turned to address the room, his deep voice carrying a note of resolve. “We’ll act with the king’s approval. The council may be hesitant, but we don’t have the luxury of time.”

The king nodded slowly, his gaze moving between Mila and Roqron. “You have my support,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “Do what you must to save our planet.”

As they left the war room, Mila felt the weight of their mission settle on her shoulders. But there was something else too – a flutter of excitement in her chest at the thought of being alone with Roqron again. She pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. There would be time for... whatever this was between them later.

The journey to the secluded part of Tharvis was quiet, filled with tension that was part anticipation, part anxiety. As their transport touched down, Mila gasped at the alien beauty that surrounded them.

Towering rock formations stretched toward the sky, their surfaces glittering with embedded crystals that caught the light of Tharvis’s twin suns. Bioluminescent plants dotted the landscape, their soft glow creating pools of ethereal light.

“It’s beautiful,” Mila breathed, her scientific mind already categorizing and analyzing the unique ecosystem around them.

Roqron nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. “And largely untouched by the environmental crisis,” he added. “The perfect place for our research.”

They set up their equipment with practiced efficiency, falling into the rhythm they’d established during their previous expeditions. Mila’s portable environmental scannerscomplemented Roqron’s high-tech analysis tools, creating a seamless blend of Earth and Tharvisian technology.

As the hours passed, Mila marveled not just at the alien world around them, but at how in sync she and Roqron had become. They moved around each other with an easy familiarity, anticipating each other’s needs and building on each other’s ideas. It was a far cry from their initial clashes, and Mila couldn’t help but feel a warmth in her chest at how far they’d come.

“Hand me that sensor array, would you?” Roqron asked, not looking up from his calculations.

Mila reached for the device, their fingers brushing as she passed it to him. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she quickly pulled her hand back, hoping Roqron hadn’t noticed the slight tremor in her fingers.

“Thanks,” he said, finally glancing up. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken tension. Mila felt her cheeks warm, and she quickly turned back to her own work, her heart racing.

The breakthrough, when it came, was almost anticlimactic. Mila was bent over her scanner, frowning at a series of readings, when Roqron’s excited voice cut through her concentration.

“Mila! Look at this!”

She hurried over, peering at the holographic display hovering above Roqron’s wrist device. A complex series of equations and 3D models rotated slowly, and as Mila’s eyes darted over the data, she felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Is that...”

Roqron nodded, his eyes bright with excitement. “The key to stabilizing Tharvis’s core. It’s a delicate balance between the mineral resources and the natural energy flow of the planet.”

Mila’s mind raced, connecting the dots between Roqron’s findings and her own environmental data. “And if we can maintain that balance...”

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