Page 72 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

Zoey’s breath quickened. He shifted his lower hands to her backside and wrapped an upper arm around her waist, releasing a slow, shaky exhalation as overwhelming pleasure rippled through his body.

“Ren,” she rasped against his mouth, pressing her breasts to his chest.

“Zoey,” he growled as he sat down on the edge of the bed, and the change of position forced his cock deeper inside her. “Ineedyou. Need to take you.”

She tugged on his crest and kissed him. “Yes. Now.Please.”

Instinct collided with his conscious thought, threatening to take control, but he didn’t allow it to yet. He wasn’t sure what she could endure; humans were smaller and weaker than aligarii. It stood to reason that they were also more delicate. If he hurt her, he’d never forgive himself.

Zoey shifted, lifting her hips, and her sex caressed his aching shaft with delicious, maddening insistence.

Rendash’s control shattered. He grasped her hips and slammed her down onto him. Her sex suddenly clamped around him, fluttering, and coated him with liquid heat.

Zoey cried out, gasping against his shoulder, and shuddered in his embrace.

Pressing his fingers into her yielding flesh, Rendash finally gave over to instinct.

Mind-numbing bliss filled Zoey as a second orgasm roared through her, triggered and prolonged by Ren’s thrusting cock. It filled her, stretched her to the brink and beyond, sank deeper and deeper each time they moved. And she took him, all of him. The scales and ridges on the top of his shaft rubbed every spot inside and out to make her reel with pleasure.

She lifted her head and forced her eyes open. Rendash met her gaze fully, his slit pupils contracting and dilating, lips pulled back to bare his fangs. He was so alien, soother, but she didn’t care. This was Ren,herRen. And right now, he was a beast, pounding into her without relent, releasing feral, guttural sounds that made her wetter.

He left no room for self-consciousness, no place for her to worry about how she looked, if she was jiggling too much, or if she was too loud. All he allowed was for a massive wave of passion to sweep her away; she let go of everything else.

Ren growled a warning when she pulled back, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She moved her hands to his shoulders, digging her nails into his scales, and let him use her as he willed. He lifted and slammed her back down on his rock-hard cock. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh and their heavy breathing mingled with their grunts and cries of pleasure.

Her head fell back, and her lashes fluttered closed. Her inner thighs scraped against his sides; in her lust, her skin’s sensitivity was heightened, and the brush of his scales was a thrill all its own.

He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple between his fingers. Another bolt of sensation flashed through her, triggering another release, another cry. Zoey was awash in pleasure, paralyzed but for the ravenous pulsing of her sex as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.

Rendash growled. He tightened the grip of his lower hands and slammed her down upon his cock, holding her there firmly. His upper arms encircled her, cocooning her in his strength, and his muscles tensed.

He released a roar that reverberated to Zoey’s core, an animalistic declaration that he’d reached his peak. She felt his shaft grow impossibly larger, then strangely unfurl as something pressed even deeper inside her. She gasped and clutched him as a spike of pleasure-pain pierced her. A gush of heat followed.

Ren grasped a fistful of her hair and stared at her; his eyes seemed more reflective, almost supernatural in the gloom. He took her in a claiming kiss, nipping her lip with his fangs, while his cock pulsed inside her, flooding her with more of that heat. He ground his hips, stroking her clit, but kept her pinned in place.

His movements, combined with the fire he’d set inside her, pushed Zoey into another frenzy. She bit and clawed at him and writhed on his lap, unable to move from where he held her. She craved more, needed more, but it was too much, too powerful, not enough. She screamed, throwing her head back in bliss as her sex clenched around his cock, but it felt different than before. Something inside her…fluttered.

Body trembling, Zoey went limp, sagging against Ren as she floated down from the heights to which he’d carried her. He remained upright but his muscles eased, his broad chest heaving with ragged breaths. He ran one hand down her spine to possessively cup her ass cheek.

“Tell me again why I waited to do this?” Zoey mumbled against his chest.

“Because you are stubborn to the point of foolishness,kun’ia.”

Zoey chuckled. He hadn’t released her, and she still felt that strange fluttering inside her. She attempted to rise, but his fingers flexed on her hip, and he held her in place.

“No,” he said. “Not yet.”

Zoey tilted her head back to look up at him questioningly.

“I need…time to relax,” he said. “Let me hold you for a while longer.”

She turned her head to rest her cheek on his shoulder and smiled. Running a hand over his chest, she marveled at the feel of his scales as she traced their tiny seams with the tip of her finger, wishing there were enough light to see their color.

The quivering continued inside her, accompanied by that faint pinch of pleasure-pain. Zoey furrowed her brow and swiveled her hips. The sensation intensified. Though it didn’t hurt, the feeling was strange. She moved to rise, but the pinch sharpened into something more pain than pleasure.

Ren hissed and tightened his grip on her, pressing her sex back down upon him. “Be still, Zoey.”

She stilled, but now her previously languid body thrummed with tension. “Ren… What is going on?”

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