Page 95 of The Alien's Vicious Starflash Manor

She remains motionless, a delicate bird caught in a predatory grip.

Waiting. Wanting.

She doesn’t resist. Not truly.

She wants me to break her, one devastating touch at a time.

Finally, Lara gives a soft sigh—part acquiescence, part yearning.

The sound is delicate, almost imperceptible, but to me, it’s a thunderclap of submission. Her lips part, surrendering to the violent hunger between us, sending electricity crackling through my veins.

I plunder her mouth.

There is no gentleness in my kiss. I take her fully, my tongue claiming every hidden corner of her warmth. She tastes like rebellion and surrender, a contradiction that sets my blood burning—a complex flavor that ignites something primal within me. My hand catches the back of her neck, fingers spread like a brand of possession, holding her exactly where I want her.

My magic whispers along my skin, frost crystallizing at the edges of our connection. Cold and burning, I consume her.

My cock hardens, pressing urgently against her, the memory of her mouth taking the length of me—surrounding me, wet, warm, obedient—flooding my senses. I remember how she looked that night in the gallery, looking up in perfect submission.

My hand slides beneath her dress, rough fingers trailing up her silken inner thigh. The fabric bunches under my touch.

Her breath catches—a sharp, desperate sound that tells me exactly how much she wants this. Wants me.

My fingers continue their ascent, skating closer to the heat between her thighs. She quivers, caught between resistance and raw, primal desire.

I know her better than she knows herself—every subtle shift, every unconscious response.

The ice walls around us seem to pulse with our shared heat, a stark contrast of frozen crystal and burning need.

A soft moan escapes her lips, vibrating against my chest. The sound undoes something inside me—what little is left of mycontrol fractures, desire surging through my veins. Her response is exquisite, her body arching involuntarily into mine.

When I kiss her again, she tastes like starlight and storms. Her warmth seeps into me as my fingers continue to tease along her thigh, fluttering across her heated sex. The contrast of temperatures makes us both shiver—her heat against my cold, her softness against my sharp edges.

The kiss deepens, and my magic responds to her nearness, sending frost fractals spiraling across the walls around us. I should pull away. Should remember my purpose, my plans, my duty.

Instead, I lose myself in her warmth for one more stolen moment.

Until a distant call shatters our intimate moment.

“Lara?” Izzy’s voice echoes through the crystalline corridors. “Lara, where are you?”

The interruption is sharp, sudden—like a blade cutting through our moment. I can feel Lara stiffen against me, her breath catching, the spell of our intimacy fracturing with her sister’s approaching footsteps.

My hand remains under her dress, fingers pressed against her heated skin. We’re frozen—not by the ice surrounding us, but by the electric tension of potential discovery.

Her eyes meet mine. Wide. Desperate. Conflicted.

With a growl that is more restrained command than disappointment, I release her.

My body protests—every instinct screams to claim her, to press her against these frost-slick walls and finish what we’ve started. But discipline, my oldest companion, wins.

I step back, my hand sliding from beneath her dress, trailing against her skin. She stumbles—not from weakness, but from the sudden loss of my supporting strength.

Her breath comes in quick, ragged gasps. Strands of hair have escaped her careful binding, framing her flushed cheeks. Her dress is askew, evidence of our interrupted encounter. She looks deliciously disheveled, marked by my touch even as I release her.

“You should catch up with the others,” I force myself to say, each word an icicle through my chest.

She studies my face for a long moment before nodding. She turns, her body moving with a mix of desperation and confusion. Half wanting to stay, half needing to escape.

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