Page 64 of Alien Prince's Claim

Perhaps I shouldn’t have felt such relief, but I did.

To know it would all be over within the next fourteen hours came as an even greater relief.

I couldn’t wait for it to be over, so I could move on and then get on with my life — get on with my life, apparently, with Yaltah.

We were fated mates — and still, my mind reeled at the thought it was written in the stars that we were meant to be together.

It made sense in a weird kind of way — as I had never felt the same kind of connection as I did with Yaltah.

As surprising as it might seem, it was always clear to me it was true.

I was naked beneath the blanket but didn’t feel vulnerable, not with him.

He slipped the blanket down and kissed me, each like a cool touch of nature, washing away the fear and doubt and terror that the Goblars had inflicted on me earlier with the very same action.

There was something entirely wrong about those creatures, with how they approached me, how they smiled, how they grinned and touched me.

They might have been touching me with searing hot metal, while Yaltah’s touch was cool relief.

He kissed down my body and found my sweet sex, already wet for him.

I melted into the mattress as he lapped at me first softly and then with greater urgency — but never too hard.

He sensed I needed taking care of, that him touching me, pleasuring me softly, was exactly what I needed.

And I loved it.

Each time I thought of the disgusting little beasts anywhere near me, I cringed, before hitching my breath at the touch of Yaltah’s tongue.

Then he added his fingers to the equation, rubbing at me in tandem with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body until I could stand it no longer.

I wrapped my hands in his hair and pushed him deeper into me, and he fulfilled me with all the promises I expected.

As I came down the rise on the other side, gasping lightly, I met his eyes and said:

“Fill me with your Seed. Please.”

I was desperate to have him inside me, desperate to feel it pumping into me, hot and sticky and delicious.

He eased himself up onto his knees and placed himself at my entrance.

He looked at me, watching as he entered me, one glorious inch after another until he was halfway inside.

Then he began making long, deep strokes.

I saw his cock was already wet with me.

Incredible.

I let him go to town, but he didn’t slam hard inside me, didn’t pummel me as he had earlier, but instead with soft sensual movements that promised healing beyond all measure.

I felt myself tighten around him and extended my arms toward him.

He fell into my embrace and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the muscles in his back as he continued that slow, relentless drive with each thrust, bringing me closer and closer to my destination.

I spread my legs a little wider but he didn’t need it and kept up that slow, meandering pace that stimulated more than it should have, until I felt the scream emanate from my lips and travel the length of my throat, down into the core of my being and shook me, shuddering, from within.

I clutched him close, so close that I knew I would never, ever let him go, never allow him to leave me, to be apart from me so long as we lived.

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