Page 40 of Tricked By the Alien Prince

“Oh, dear sweet Maya. I’ve only just begun.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

MAYA

My body is thrumming already; the wash of my climax hasn’t done anything to take the edge off my need. It’s probably got to do with the way that Volan looms over me, pinning me in place. His body is immovable—sharp muscle, chiseled to perfection. Intimidating. Dangerous. Lethal.

A thrill goes through me at the threat that Volan radiates as he stares down at me with hungry eyes. He’s beyond human, beyond anything I have imagined possible. It wouldn’t take much for him to destroy me. With barely any effort, he could take everything from me, he could use me however he saw fit… and of course, my body responds to that image.

I want to be used.

My empty sex clamps down, dripping with my need. I whimper as I claw at my alien lover, whispering pleas.

Volan nips my thighs with sharp teeth. The feeling of them scraping, never breaking the skin but oh so close to sensitive and intimate areas...

“Place your feet over my shoulders,” he tells me, already guiding my legs into position.

His head dips between my thighs again. He doesn’t give me any chance to recover, any chance to prepare myself. His tongue slides through my slick folds, and the noise he makes… it sounds like he’s a starving man, and he’s just tasted food for the first time. Desperate bliss. Each slurp, each moan, is obscene. And it all adds to the growing tension that’s building inside my body. Within moments, he has me writhing on the floor beneath him, begging.

His fingers press into me, spearing me, and I pant as they slide in and out smoothly. I’m so wet for him, my body desperate to be filled. My channel grips him, but it’s not enough.

Volan chuckles, eyes flaring as he watches my hips buck beneath his attention.

“I could keep this up all day, my little halvi.”

I whimper. I want him to. But I also wouldn’t survive it. Already I’m coiling, a pit growing in my stomach desperately as every muscle grows tighter and tighter.

He shifts until his body’s hovering over mine, his fingers still pumping and stroking and touching that place. His mouth descends, latching onto my nipple.

I’m close. I’m so close.

And then the bastard pulls away.

I could sob. I could scream and hit him and beg.

Before I get the chance though, he’s lining up his cock to my entrance and pressing forward. There’s a moment of tension as my body tries to adjust to his size—that moment when the air stands still and neither of us breathes.

Then he breaks through, pushing deep. He spears into me with a harsh growl on his lips.

I don’t even get a chance to breathe as he pulls back, what little oxygen in my body whooshing out of me as he slams back home. Deep, touching places that shouldn’t possibly be reached.

Again.

And again.

He’s got no restraint as his hips grind against mine, and I have no control as I cling to him, gasping and crying out.

And all the while, he stares down at me, eyes brightly searing into me with a heat I’ve never seen before. He looks at me like I am the very air that he breathes, that our shouts don’t deplete the oxygen in our bodies. He looks at me as if…

As if I’m loved.

I explode.

A part of me knows that I’m screaming, but it sounds so far away. His own guttural roar echoing and mixing with mine.

Wave after wave of pure lightning flows through my body. My body seizes, arching, gyrating. All to get more, more of him.

I can’t get enough of him.

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