Page 55 of Alien Mercenary's Wife
"Better," she whispered against his ear, deliberately clenching around him, and he was lost.
He shifted his weight, sitting up to wrap his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. The new position brought them even closer, and she gasped his name, her pussy fluttering around him as he hit places that made her eyes roll back.
"Come for me," he growled against her ear, one hand sliding between them to find her clit, rubbing in tight circles. "Let me feel you come on my cock. Let go for me."
She shattered in his arms, tightening around him as she came, crying out his name. Her fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to bruise as pleasure transformed her face in a way he knew he'd never forget.
The sight of her coming undone pushed him past his limit. His rhythm faltered, control abandoned as he chased his own release. Heat coiled at the base of his spine, pressure buildingwith each thrust until it exploded outward in waves that left him blind and deaf to everything but sensation.
He came with a guttural roar, burying his cock to the hilt inside her as his release crashed through him, filling her completely. For endless moments, nothing existed but this—their joined bodies, shared breath, the thundering of his heart against his ribs.
Reality returned slowly. The dampness of sweat cooling on their skin. Her fingers tracing idle patterns across his shoulders.
T'Raal eased them both to the side, unwilling to crush her, but kept her tucked against him. Her head found the hollow of his shoulder as if it had been designed for precisely that purpose. He traced the curve of her spine, feeling the subtle ridge of the neural stimulator beneath his fingertips.
"You're trembling," he observed, hearing the roughness in his own voice.
She pressed closer, her body fitting perfectly against his. "So are you."
He couldn't deny it. His hand wasn't entirely steady as he brushed a strand of dark hair from her face. Everything had changed. For the first time in his life, he'd revealed everything and been accepted completely.
"You're not running," he said quietly.
She smiled against his chest, tired but content. "Didn't I say that already?"
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Reese woke to the sound of running water and rapidly cooling sheets beside her. She tested her leg as she sat up—no nerve fire, no spasms. The neural stimulator hummed against her spine, but that wasn't what caught her attention. His scent on the pillow was.
Unacceptable. Or it should've been.
She'd been a tank commander for fifteen years. Discipline was everything. Control was survival. You didn't let yourself get distracted by a man's smell on bedding, no matter how good the night had been. And it had been good. Better than good. The pleasant ache between her thighs proved as much.
Latharian stamina wasn't the myth she'd thought it was.
Steam drifted through the open doorway. She could make out his silhouette through the frosted shower panel—broad shoulders, narrow waist, the kind of build which came from real combat, not working out in a gym. A warrior's body. Analienwarrior’s body.
And she'd let him into her bed.
Smart, Payne. Real smart.
Shaking her head at herself, she couldn't bring herself to regret it. There were worse ways to spend the last months before paralysis than in the arms of a man who knew what he was doing. And T'Raaldefinitelyknew what he was doing.
The water shut off. She should have looked away. There were a thousand other things she should have been doing… reviewing her notes, or her next move for the lawsuit to get around the issue that the authorities thought she was dead. Instead, she waited like some academy cadet with her first crush.
The shower door slid open.
T'Raal stepped out in a cloud of steam, water running down his chest. A towel hung low on his hips. Water traced paths down skin her hands had mapped in the dark—every scar, every ridge of muscle…
He was beautiful. Dangerously so. The kind of beautiful that made smart women do stupid things.
He turned toward the bed and caught her staring. His mouth curved into a smile which should have been illegal.
"Morning," he rumbled. "Sleep well?"
"Well enough." She managed to keep her voice level. No point letting him know how much he'd affected her.
"Good." His smile widened, showing white teeth. "You could've joined me in the shower, you know?"
