Page 22 of Alien Prince's Claim

I had shut the door, wandered over to Yaltah, and stood before him.

And that was how we stood for ten long seconds, just looking each other over.

I met his eyes, forcing myself to not look away (as hard as it might be).

He did the same, running his eyes over me.

I couldn’t help but think a single thought over and over again:

Take me.

Take me.

Take me.

I knew his Steyatt had to be raging within him.

I wouldn’t have complained if he’d simply torn my clothes off right then and there and had his wicked way with me.

He leaned forward as if he were about to do that very thing…

Then he leaned back, something clearly crossing his mind, as he turned and approached a cabinet. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Just water, please,” I said, feeling a little disappointed he hadn’t acted on his baser instincts.

But could I really blame him?

After all, he had just had a female turn and run from him.

No doubt he didn’t want a repeat of that experience and would take his time with me.

But he needn’t have bothered.

I am a dead cert.

He came over with two glasses of water and handed me one.

I took a long, deep chug and handed it back to him before he had even sniffed his!

My throat was so dry I could have emptied a reservoir.

“I’ll… get you a refill,” he said.

I watched his ass as it sashayed across the room in long, powerful strides.

I couldn’t help but think:

Deary, deary me. Just look at that thing.

He clearly worked out a lot to make it look so good.

I couldn’t wait for it to flex as it pumped hard into me…

And for once, I didn’t blush at the image.

I relaxed, knowing that now I was here, now that I was in this room with him, it was only a matter of time before we performed what we were there to do.

I was antsy to get started, but what was the rush?

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