Page 26 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

Hungry blue eyes met brown. Held. Seconds passed, perhaps minutes, she didn’t know. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t break contact. In his eyes she saw hunger and determination. Possession. Her pulse quickened. Sandalwood, spice and Falden’s own unique scent mingled with the scent of her arousal. She wanted, needed him to fill her. “Falden,” she begged.

“Try not to let go,” he said, winking.

“Falden!”

Faster than her eyes could track, he was there. His mouth locked on to her clit. His tongue devouring, teasing the sensitive bud, flicking, sucking, rolling. At the same time two fingers plunged inside her. Thrusting deep, he found the spot she loved. Oh God. The spot. Pushed, stroked. Teased. Higher and higher he drove her. The sensations were too much. Her toes tingled. Her feet. Legs. Orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. Huge, crashing waves. Thunder. Lightning. She heard a loud, keening sound, then realized it came from her. Her eyes rolled back, and everything went dark.

She regained awareness slowly. Falden had moved them away from the edge of the bed. They were in the center this time. He was lying next to her, propped up on one arm so that he could lean over her and draw lazy circles around her breasts, shoulders, stomach. She was still so sensitive, even the smallest touch sent sparks straight to her feminine core. She’d had two of the most intense orgasms of her life, and still she wanted more. Needed him to finish what he’d started. Needed him to fill her.

Turning slightly, she lifted one hand to his shoulders, delicately tracing the glowing blue whirls.

Falden’s look was full of smug male satisfaction, said he knew exactly what he’d done to her and took full credit.

Laughing, she smacked him playfully. In an instant his smile faded, his eyes flashed with heat. Leaning down, he gave her a long, soul-searching kiss. She lost all sense of time and place.

Finally, her lips swollen, head spinning, juices flowing, she pulled back, moaning. Gazing deeply into his eyes, she had to ask. Had to know the answer. “I am serious. Why did you come to the bar? Who are you?”

Falden stared at Isabella. His cock was so hard he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. He’d played with her, teased her body, focused entirely on her. Would his answer be the end of their time together? Would she run from him? He would tell her what he could. It would have to be enough for now.

“My name is Falden Corshival. I came to the bar because I knew you had been in contact with Sevron. I wanted to talk to you…find out who you were going to meet. You’re mixed up with some very unsavory people,” he said, growling the last. “I need to know who you’re working with, Isabella. That’s all I can tell you.”

She weighed his words. Looked deeply into earnest blue eyes. In their depths she saw commitment. Determination. And secrets. This man had a lot of secrets. Pulling his head down to hers, she took advantage and nipped at his bottom lip. “I think we’re both a little short on trust.” She nipped his lip again. “I’m not sure that matters right now.”

Falden growled, then rolled them so that she was beneath him, her legs cradling his hips. His cock was hard. Ready. Precum leaked from the tip as he lined himself up, eager to drive deep. “Say you’re sure, my Bella. I’m not human. Take a good look at my cock. I’ve made you as ready to take me as I can, but I’m big. Bigger than any human man you may have been with, and I set a hard pace. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’ll stop if that’s what you want. You have to be sure.”

Isabella wrapped her hands around his cock. He hadn’t been lying. He was massive. Long and incredibly thick. She thrilled at the sight of him, her nipples tight, her pussy wet and throbbing. He was so strong. Big. A warrior with single-minded intent. She shivered. His goal was to take her. Master her body. Claim her. Guiding him to her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wet heat, she nodded. “Yes. I’m sure.”

With one slow, smooth stroke Falden drove deep, burying himself to the hilt. He pulled most of the way out, then slammed home. Again. And again. Each time a little harder. Faster. He was so long and thick, every stroke hit just the right spot. Every inch of him took her to new heights. Stretched her. In that moment she felt, knew he owned a piece of her. He was so big she could feel the veins of his shaft pulsing inside her. She’d given her consent, and he’d taken control. In. Out. Faster. Harder. She cried out as another orgasm ripped through her, the buildup so rapid she wasn’t prepared for the wave of sensation.

Before she had time to calm down, he flipped her over. “Get on your knees,” he commanded, helping her into the position he wanted. “Now spread your legs as far as you can.”

Isabella did as he directed, her whole body still a tingling, hot mess. Leaning forward, resting her head on her forearms, her bottom raised in the air, she spread her legs as wide as she could. He placed a hand on her lower back and pushed down, forcing her legs to widen even farther. She groaned, the stretch bordering on pain.

“Good. Almost there,” he rumbled. “Now take those pretty hands from under your head, reach back, and pull yourself open. Keep your head down. Eyes closed.”

Panting, she complied. Her hands shook as they pulled at the soft juncture between her bottom and her thighs, exposing her feminine sheath. Liquid heat spilled from her core. She was open, vulnerable to him once again. One minute passed. Two. She trembled in anticipation. What was he waiting for? What was he planning to do now? More liquid spilled from her. While she’d been positioning herself, he’d left the bed. Gone searching for something. She closed her eyes, waiting.

A dip in mattress told her that he’d returned. Without thinking, she opened her eyes. She couldn’t see what he was holding, but it was dark and slender. She wracked her brain, trying to think of what she had in the apartment to fit that description. Turning her head just a little, she tried to get a better look at it, but he was having none of that.Smack. Smack.

She gasped. “Ow! What the hell?” Her ass cheeks were on fire. He’d spanked her. Punished her for looking, she just knew.

Falden massaged the burn away. “I said, keep your eyes closed,” he said, his voice suddenly stern. Commanding.

Isabella shivered, her eyes once again closed. Trust really wasn’t her thing. She had a bad feeling he was going to put something in her untouched, virgin ass. Should she let him? What if it hurt? What if she didn’t like it?

As Falden knelt behind her, she couldn’t help but clench up. His hand massaging her ass didn’t help, either. “Wh-What are you going to do?”

“You’re still wet,” he said appreciatively as something cold and slender was inserted into her sheath, then removed. Her squeak of surprise only made him chuckle.

Isabella moaned. She needed him to fill her, pound into her. Not tease her with gadgets. Clenching her teeth, she ground out, “Well, can we get on with it?”

“Patience,” he murmured. “Before we’re done, I’m going to claim every inch of you. This device will stretch you so that when the time is right, my cock won’t tear you apart.”

She groaned. “Oh my God. A butt plug? Where did you get a butt plug in here?” she asked, her mind racing in confusion. She didn’t have any butt plugs. She would’ve remembered buying a freakin’ butt plug. Before she had time to think about where it may have come from, he’d placed the device at her entrance. Her rear entrance.

“Push out as I push in.” Slowly, slowly he slid the device inside her ass.

Isabella sighed in relief. The plug stretched her, but not to the point of pain. She wiggled. The sensation was strange. Erotic. She could feel it inside her. Still, she needed Falden. Needed him to fill her core. She shifted. Moaned as the plug suddenly pulsed. “Oh! What was that?”

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