Page 11 of Protected By the Alien Knight

As if sensing my desperation, he redoubles his efforts, his tongue laving my sensitive clit with a relentless, merciless pace. The first wave hits, and I’m lost, riding the crest of pure euphoria as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from me.

When the shuddering spasms subside, Crux raises his head, his lips glistening and a smug smirk curving them. “Now I will have you.”

I can only nod, boneless and sated from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My eyes widen as he begins stripping off his trousers.

“Maker’s breath...” I breathe. “That’s not going to fit.”

“It will,” he says with utter confidence, “because we were made for each other.”

Crux’s cock is impressive, and not just because of the size. The thick shaft is covered in ridges and bumps with a flared head, and the whole thing glows a bright purple. As I stare, transfixed, I can see him twitching under my gaze.

He moves to hover over me, caging me in with his powerful arms. “I will take it slow, my starlight,” he promises, his voice husky with need.

I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around the hard length of his shaft. Crux groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. Encouraged, I stroke him slowly, reveling in the feel of his velvety skin and the hardness beneath.

“Fuck, Annie,” he grits out, his head thrown back in pleasure.

“You like that?” I purr, continuing my ministrations.

“Yes,” he groans, “but if you keep doing that, this will be over far too soon.”

I reluctantly release him. My core throbs with anticipation, wetness pooling between my thighs, aching to have him fill me.

“I’m ready, Crux,” I whisper, spreading my legs wider in invitation.

He presses into me slowly, and I gasp as the first inch stretches me. It’s an exquisite burn, but I’ve never felt so full, so complete. Crux is panting with the effort of restraint, his muscles tense as he fights the urge to simply thrust into me.

“More,” I moan, needing all of him.

He pushes deeper, and the stretch intensifies, but the pain is soon replaced by a deep, aching pleasure. He fills me perfectly, as if our bodies were made for each other. I’m so full of him, his cock buried to the hilt in my pussy, his muscled chest pressed against mine, and the sheer physical and emotional intimacy overwhelms me.

“You feel incredible,” he growls, beginning to thrust in slow, deep strokes. “You’re so tight, so perfect.”

The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’m quickly reduced to a whimpering, moaning mess as Crux takes me with long, powerful strokes.

“Faster,” I gasp, needing more, harder.

He obliges, picking up the pace, and the friction is delicious, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. My nails dig into his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pounds into me.

“Annie,” he growls, his face contorted with pleasure. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” I agree, the word a choked sob as the pressure inside me builds to unbearable levels.

Crux thrusts into me with a feral intensity, and I’m lost, falling apart around him in a cascade of white-hot ecstasy. He roars out his release, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes, and the sensation is enough to send me spiraling into another, even more intense, orgasm.

And just like that, I’m utterly defenseless beneath him once more, incoherent pleas tumbling from my lips with each dizzying pass of his wicked mouth over my fevered skin. I clutch his powerful shoulders as if he’s the only anchor in a storm of unbearable rapture, powerless to do anything but feel.

In the stillness which follows, my mind gradually clears.What did I just do?I’ve just committed an utterly unforgivable act with my sworn protector.

As the gravity of it settles over me, I feel tears prick my eyes and spill over to trail hotly down my temples.Dear stars, how could I have been so reckless?

Crux stirs against me, realizing my distress. With infinite care, he eases out of me and rolls to pull me into his embrace, cradling me against the broad strength of his chest.

“Shhh, don’t fret, my starlight,” he croons soothingly. “You are safe. I have you,” he murmurs, calloused palms stroking soothingly over my back.

“We shouldn’t have done this,” I whisper brokenly, my heart already aching with the certainty that I will have to let him go, that this stolen moment of passion can never be repeated.

“Peace, Annie.” One of his large hands cups the nape of my neck, allowing zero chance for me to escape his scorching regard. “You have done nothing unforgivable here.”

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