Page 85 of Alien Prince

He leads me onto the floor, and the other dancers part slightly, making room for us. My pulse races as I glance around, feeling the weight of every gaze in the room.

“Relax,” Kael says softly, his voice low enough that only I can hear.

“Easy for you to say,” I mutter, my voice shaky.

The music shifts, the tempo slowing, and Kael places a hand lightly on my waist, guiding me into position. His touch is warm and firm, and it sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the cool air of the hall.

“Follow my lead,” he says, his tone steady but softer now.

I nod, swallowing hard, and let him guide me.

The first step is awkward, my movements stiff and hesitant, but Kael’s patience is surprising. He moves with a precision that feels effortless, his grip steady as he pulls me closer. I stumble slightly, but he catches me, his hand tightening on my waist.

“Focus,” he murmurs, his breath brushing against my ear.

I do, trying to match his movements, and soon, I find myself falling into the rhythm. The music flows around us, weaving a spell that seems to draw us closer with every step.

His body is warm against mine, his strength evident in the way he holds me, firm but not overbearing. The space between us grows smaller, and I’m acutely aware of every point of contact—the press of his hand on my back, the light touch of his fingers against mine.

It’s… intimate. Too intimate.

Especially because I can feel his hardness against me.

He might be an alien, but he’s merely a different kind of human.

He has a cock.

From the feel of it, a very hard and very long one.

I glance up at him, and my breath catches at the intensity in his gaze. His violet eyes seem to burn, their usual coldness replaced by something I can’t quite name.

The music slows further, the melody deepening, and Kael moves closer, his hand sliding just slightly lower, no longer on my back but cupping me ass. My heart pounds so loudly I’m certain he can hear it, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

This isn’t just a dance. It’s something else entirely.

And I’m getting turned on almost despite myself, pressing against him.

And then, just as the tension becomes unbearable, he stops and steps back, his hands falling away from me like I’ve burned him.

The sudden distance feels like a slap, and I stare at him, confused and breathless. “What—”

“Enough,” he says sharply, his tone colder than I’ve ever heard it. His expression is carefully blank, but his eyes betray something raw and conflicted.

He turns and walks away, leaving me standing in the middle of the dance floor, my chest heaving and my mind spinning.

I don’t know what just happened, but I do know one thing.

Whatever this is between us, it’s not something either of us can ignore.

Chapter Ten

Kael

After that sexually frustrating dance, I pace the length of my private chamber, the echo of the music from the dance still ringing in my ears. My hands are clenched into fists at my sides, and my heart pounds harder than it should—harder than it ever has.

Emily.

Her name alone stirs something in me, something I’ve spent my entire life suppressing. Desire. Longing. A pull so fierce it feels like it could tear me apart.

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