Page 10 of Protected By the Alien Knight

I know the exact moment when she reaches the same conclusion. Her hips shift restlessly against me, seeking friction, and a spark of feminine power ignites in those amber eyes.I’m undone before she even moves, utterly at the mercy of this passionate woman.

In a flurry of motion that leaves me dizzy, Annie grabs fistfuls of my shirt and drags it up and over my head. I toss it carelessly aside. Then we’re pressed together again in a frenzied clash of desire and need.

I ride my hand up her dress, the scalding glide of her bare skin against mine is enough to whiten out my vision for a dizzying heartbeat. All too soon, she’s tugging me down onto the narrow cot, our limbs tangling in a rhythm as old as the stars themselves.

I lave hot, open-mouthed kisses along the elegant column of her throat, savoring her breathy cries of pleasure. “I can’t get enough of you,” I rasp against her thundering pulse, scraping my stubble over the sensitive hollow in a way that makes her whole body arc.

“Then don’t stop, my star knight,” she whispers fiercely, her nails scoring delicious lines down my back. “I’m yours.”

Those three words are the sweetest benediction, the permission I hadn’t realized I was waiting for. With a low, rumbling growl, I surge over her, pinning her deliciously beneath my weight.

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Annie

Crux’s weight presses medeliciously into the thin mattress, the hard planes of his body searing my bare skin everywhere I’m touched. The heat of Crux’s body is a furnace, enveloping me in a cocoon of intoxicating pleasure. I’ve never felt more desired, more wanted, in my life. His kisses are an all-consuming storm, demanding everything from me and giving everything in return.

“I’ve thought about this moment since we met,” he rasps against the thundering pulse at my throat. His teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh in a way that has me arching shamelessly into him with a keen need. “Every night, I’ve imagined you here, underneath me.”

Never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine anything could feel this sublime. His calloused palms brand exquisite paths over my curves, igniting sparks of liquid rapture everywhere they roam. When those sinful fingers finally find my aching peaks beneathmy dress, stroking and rolling with maddening expertise, I almost come apart on the spot.

“Yes!” I cry out, unable to suppress the needy noise that spills from my lips. “Crux, please...” My voice is a broken whimper against the heated crush of our mouths fusing once more.

His low, rumbling chuckle reverberates through my very core. “Such impatience for one so dignified, Ambassador.”

“I swear to god, if you don’t touch me right now—”

Crux swallows my threat with a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth in a silken thrust that leaves me reeling. “What do you want, my starlight?”

My throat works around a dry swallow. “To feel you... inside me. Please, Crux.”

There’s a moment of tension, the air around us practically crackling with anticipation, before he reaches around my neck to pull away the single string holding the top of my silver dress together. His deft movements leave my breasts bare before him, and a rush of heat flares in my core as his burning gaze rakes over my exposed form.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs reverently, as I move my arms to cover myself instinctively.

“Don’t hide from me,” he commands as he captures my wrists in a firm but gentle grip, pinning them above my head with one hand. I moan helplessly as his free palm resumes its torment, palming their weight and kneading the tender globes of my breasts.

“But I have unsightly stretch marks and—”

“You are perfect,” Crux growls, his eyes blazing. “Don’t insult the divine beauty that you possess.”

“But I’m—” I protest, shame flushing my cheeks.

“Perfect to me, just as you are. And I’m going to worship every inch of your gorgeous body until you believe it.” Crux seizes theopportunity to trail molten kisses along the column of my throat. My head falls back, and a throaty moan of pleasure escapes me.

I pant as his free hand skims lower, ghosting over my inner thigh. With an impatient tug, he strips away the flimsy material of my favorite silver dress, but I don’t care as I’m laid bare before his ravenous gaze. I don’t resist when he presses my knees further apart, giving him complete access to my slick heat.

“I need to taste you,” he growls.

Before I can protest, he dips his head, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive flesh between my legs. I fist his hair, unable to control myself as he drags the flat of his tongue along my folds. My back bows off the cot, a strangled cry of ecstasy wrenched from my throat.

Crux makes a sound that’s half growl, half purr as he teases and explores. He alternates between slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue and quick flicks that have me clawing at the sheets.

“So sweet,” he murmurs against me, his words sending vibrations through me that make my toes curl.

He laps at me, drinking me in, and I’ve never felt more cherished or desired in my life. The pressure builds, a delicious tightness coiling low in my belly. Every muscle in my body is tense, quivering on the edge of release.

“I’m so close,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.”

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