Page 25 of Alien's Love Child

"Jesse," he murmurs against my lips, his voice barely audible over the pounding rain and throbbing music.

Davin's eyes dart around, checking every shadow, every corner. Satisfied we're alone, he drops to one knee, his hands making quick work of my boots. The rain-soaked laces slip through his fingers, but he's deft, determined. My breath hitches as he tugs them off, one by one, followed by my socks. The alley's cold concrete sends a shiver up my spine.

He looks up, blue skin glistening with rain. There's a question in his eyes, a pause that asks permission. I bite my lip, nodding slightly, heat building in my core despite the cold.

His hands slide up to my waistband, fingers hooking into the belt loops. He tugs, slow and steady, our gazes locked. My pants and underwear slip down, peeling away from my skin, leavingme exposed to the chill, to him. I can't believe I'm doing this. Here. Now. With him.

A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "This isn't exactly how I imagined this happening."

I arch an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Oh, so you've imagined this?"

He chuckles, a low rumble that I feel more than hear. "Maybe once or twice."

"Only twice?" I tease, my voice barely above a whisper. "I must be losing my touch."

He shakes his head, his hands sliding up my bare thighs, sending shivers up my spine. "Not at all, Jesse. Not at all."

His touch is electric, sending jolts of heat through me. I can feel every callous, every rough patch of skin. It's intoxicating. He's intoxicating.

"And how exactly did you imagine this?" I ask, my voice hitching as his hands slip higher.

He leans in, his breath hot on my skin "Certainly not in a rainy alley, against a grimy wall."

I laugh, a soft, breathy sound. "Well, Davin, maybe you should have planned better."

He pulls back, his eyes looking up at mine. There's a fire burning in them, a heat that matches my own. "Maybe," he says, his voice rough. "But I'm not complaining."

I roll my eyes, but a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. "Shut up and keep going."

"Always so demanding." He laughs, a sound that's rough and sexy and sends shivers down my spine. "You run a tight ship, Captain."

"And you talk too much," I reply, my hands tangling in his silver hair. I tug gently, pulling him closer.

He groans, a sound that vibrates through me. "Message received," he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin.

And then he's kissing me, his mouth hot and hungry. I gasp, my hands tightening in his hair. He takes advantage, his tongue sweeping in, claiming me. I can taste the rain on his lips, the heat of him, the desire.

His hands slip higher, his thumbs brushing against my core. I gasp, my hips bucking slightly. He chuckles, a low, sexy sound that sends heat coursing through me.

I gasp, my hands tightening in his hair. He groans, a sound that vibrates through me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

"Davin," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding rain and throbbing music. But he hears me, his hands tightening on my thighs, his mouth moving against me in a rhythm that matches the beat of the rain.

I can feel the pleasure building, the heat coursing through me. I can feel the tension coiling in my core, the desire burning in my veins. I can feel everything, every touch, every lick, every kiss. I can feel him.

And then I'm shattering, the pleasure exploding through me. I cry out, my hands tightening in his hair, my hips bucking against him. He groans, a sound that's rough and sexy and sends shivers down my spine.

He doesn't stop, his mouth moving against me, his hands gripping my thighs. He rides out the wave with me, his touch gentle yet firm, his mouth hot and hungry.

And when I finally come down, when the pleasure finally subsides, he looks up at me, a smirk playing on his lips.

Davin stands, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me like I weigh nothing. My back presses against the cold, slick wall, rainwater trickling down my spine. A gasp escapes my lips, a mix of surprise and anticipation.

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind him. His body is hard against mine, all muscle and intensity. Ican feel him, hot and ready, pressing against my core. A shiver runs through me, despite the warmth radiating from him.

"This is crazy," I murmur. It's soaked, dripping rainwater onto my face.

He pulls back, just enough to look at me. Raindrops cling to his lashes, his blue skin glistening under the distant neon lights. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You strike me as the type who likes a little crazy, Jesse."

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