Page 25 of Alien Prince Fake Fiancé

“What doyouwant?” For once, her voice held no anger. Her gaze held his and he doubted she was aware of the vulnerability he saw shining there. She needed him, needed his protection and strength. Even if she wasn’t ready to admit such things to him, he saw it in the blue depths of her eyes.

He watched her breathe deeply; her cheeks still flushed with desire. What did he want? He wantedeverything. “We can start with you admitting this is what you want.”

His lips brushed hers, alternately coaxing and demanding entrance.

She opened like a flower in the sun, passionate, warm and welcoming. Her hands crept up over his shoulders, encouraging him. He wanted to shout in victory. He took what she offered, demanded more. Finally, both breathless, he lifted his head. “Say it.”

“Yes.”

He nuzzled her neck. “More.”

Lips swollen from his drugging kiss, she gave in. “Yes, I want this.”

“I am Caldorian. More than that, I am Saltrec,” he warned. “I am all the things you named me. I am primitive. Dominant. Territorial. Possessive. You chose another. My instinct now, my need, is to make sure you, and everyone else, knows you belong to me.”

She swallowed. Hadn’t he said she should choose the warrior most capable of convincing everyone, including her, that she had been truly claimed? He’d asked her if this felt fake. She couldn’t tell anymore. Her body insisted the connection between them was real, but she wasn’t stupid. Perhaps Antonelius wasn’t the only Caldorian prince willing to lie or manipulate her to obtain the power of a Council seat. She didn’t know what to believe. Did he want her for herself? Or for the power he’d gain on the Intergalactic Council?

Was he truly interested in her? Or was he seducing her for what being with her would mean to his people? For power? She couldn’t tell. When he kissed her again, she decided it didn’t matter. What was done was done. She would steal this time with him, have some amazing orgasms, and lock her heartinside a steel vault because when the challenge was over and the Caldorians had their precious Council seat, she would leave Cappra, leave her new husband, leavehim.Now was all she had; all she would ever have with him.

Zade unerringly found her feminine channel and pushed two fingers deep inside, seeking the hard ridges he had already discovered drove her wild. At her cry, he ordered huskily, “Hold your legs open,shenga, the way I did when my tongue was inside you.”

Breathing heavily, she did as instructed, pulled her knees up toward her chest and pushed them wide. She shivered, suddenly vulnerable and very aware of the fingers pulling out of her.

He stood and stared down at her, devoured her with lust-filled eyes.

What was he doing? Why had he stopped? Why was he just staring? Doubt assailed her. When he held her open, she knew he was in charge, confident he was taking what he wanted. This? This was very different. Realization hit her hard. This was an offering. Hers.And he wants me to know it.

She gave in to the moment, surrendered. Gave him complete control. Waited.

Zade removed his uniform with little finesse, his impatience to be rid of the confining material no greater than her own. She was ready for him, throbbing and wet. He positioned himself over her, eased the head of his cock through her slick folds, pre-cum dripping from the tip, and stopped.

Oh fuck. So big.She looked down between their bodies, so close to getting what she wanted. He was big, much bigger than a human man, his cock more than a match for the rest of him. Her eyes rounded in disbelief. “Holy mother of...that is..that is...not normal.”

“It is normal for me,” he assured her with a gleam in his eye. His chest swelled with male pride as her gaze remained glued tohis shaft, doubt written all over her face. “Do you not trust that I will make this enjoyable for you? Do you think I will not protect you?”

She shrugged, the tip of her tongue darting out. “I do trust you, but even if I didn't, I trust myself. But..umm..”

Zade searched her face. “You are still worried.”

At her nod, he moved them without breaking contact and sat up, swung his feet to the floor and shifted her to sit on him, her legs straddling his. “Better?”

“Mmm.”

He didn't think it was possible to get any harder, yet that is exactly what he did when she reached between them and took his shaft firmly in both hands. He groaned in ecstasy. In sweet agony. She was going to be the death of him. She stroked him from root to tip, her thumb gently wiping pre-cum off the end to lubricate the rest of his shaft on the way back down. Then she cupped him.

His chest heaved with the effort to remain still, to let her play. His hands gripped her hips and squeezed with every stroke she made. He ached with the desire to touch her, taste her, fill her. He wanted, needed her to take all of him, yet he would not rush her. Not this time. When she was truly his, understood the pleasure he offered, then he would be wild, risk losing control. But not yet. Not…yet…

Scooting off his lap, she knelt down. Her tongue flicked out, tasting him. He let out a strangled curse. She was too small to take even the tip inside her mouth, but her tongue...her tongue was going to end him. Hot and wet, she circled the head before diving for the slit. He could swear in that moment every drop of blood in his body squeezed itself into his cock, it was so painfully hard. “Woman, please!” he bellowed.

Laughing, Ashlyn took her time, relishing the power she held over him in that moment, her own desire soaring along withhis. She still tingled from him taking her with his hands and mouth. She wanted to drive him equally crazy. Drive him to the edge, just as he'd done to her. She didn't need sweet and gentle. She was not an inexperienced virgin, too timid to take what she wanted. Her earlier weakness had guaranteed they had no future together. This could be the only real time they had. She wanted raw passion. Intense. Out of control. Unforgettable.

Good enough to last a lifetime.

Almost as if responding to her innermost thoughts, he fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back. “I can take no more,shenga.I want my cock buried deep. Are you ready for that? Ready to take what I give you? You do not believe it yet, but you are mine.”

She looked up. His stare was direct. Focused. Hungry. Her nipples pebbled harder as the hairs rose on the back of her neck and arms. “Then make me believe it.”

He growled, a guttural sound from deep in his chest. She barely registered the low bass, yet the vibration struck deep in her core, making her gasp. Her whole body tingled with awareness; she had just challenged a strong, possessive alpha, and he was answering her call.

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