Page 91 of Alien Prince

Instead, I pull her closer, my hands sliding down to her waist then lower, gripping her hips as if she might disappear if I don’t hold her tight enough. She gasps against my mouth, the sound sparking something deep and raw inside me.

“Kael,” she whispers, her voice shaky but filled with need, and it undoes me completely.

I scoop her into my arms effortlessly, her soft body pressing against mine, and carry her to the low couch near the console. Her wide eyes meet mine, anticipation and uncertainty flickering in their depths, but she doesn’t pull away.

I set her down gently, my hands trembling slightly as they move to the edges of her clothes. I pause, searching her face for hesitation, for any sign that she doesn’t want this.

Her nod makes my cock even harder. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing unsteady.

Slowly, reverently, I remove the thin fabric that clings to her body, piece by piece. Each new expanse of bare skin revealed to me is like a revelation, her beauty more than I could have imagined.

My breath catches as I take her in—her curves, her softness, the way her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. She is sheer perfection, and all I can do is stare, awed by her trust, her vulnerability.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, the word slipping out unbidden.

Emily blushes, but she doesn’t look away, her gaze steady as if she’s daring me to see all of her, to accept every part of her.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder then lower, my lips trailing a path across her collarbone and chest. She shivers beneath me, her hands clutching at my arms as if she’s holding on for dear life.

Quickly, I strip off my clothes. I pick her up and carry her through the doors of my study to my chamber.

To my bed.

I lie her down and climb on top of her. My cock slides inside her slick wetness easily, and I nearly lose myself right then and there.

Nothing else exists.

It’s just her—her warmth, her softness, her fire.

I move slowly at first, savoring every moment, every sound she makes, every way her body responds to mine, but the heat between us builds quickly, an unstoppable tide that pulls us both under.

Her hands roam over my back, her nails digging in just enough to send a thrill through me, and I can’t hold back any longer. My movements become more urgent, more desperate, and she meets me every step of the way, her name on my lips.

When the tension finally breaks, it’s like the world shattering and reforming all at once, and I collapse beside her, my chest heaving, my mind spinning.

I glance at her, her flushed face and bright eyes, and I know—no matter what comes next, no matter the dangers we face—this moment has changed everything.

And I don’t regret a single second of it.

An hour later, the warmth of her body still lingers against mine, her soft breaths steadying as she drifts into a light sleep beside me. Her hair fans out across the couch, a mess of curls and silk that I want to reach out and touch again.

But I don’t.

Instead, I sit up, pulling away from her as carefully as I can without waking her. The absence of her warmth feels immediate, a sharp, unwelcome cold that settles over me like a weight.

What have I done?

My chest tightens as I look at her, so open, so trusting in this moment. The walls I’ve built around myself were meant to keep others out, to ensure that nothing—no one—could be used against me. Against my kingdom.

And now, I’ve let her in.

I can still feel the imprint of her hands on my skin, the way she clung to me, as if I was the only thing anchoring her in this strange world. The thought should bring me pride and satisfaction. Instead, it terrifies me.

Because if my enemies find out…

The rebellion is no longer a distant threat. The decrypted transmission confirmed that much. There are those who would seize any opportunity to weaken me and destabilize the throne, most likely because of my father’s illness. And Emily…

She’s a liability now.

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