Enticed by the Alien Warrior by Hope Hart (spiritual books to read .TXT) 📕

within moments, cool air hits my chest as he pushes it off my shoulders.

It falls to the floor, and I’m standing in front of him, naked.

His gaze feels like a brand as he stares at me. Then my head spins as I’m suddenly in his arms. He ignores my yelp and strides toward my bed, groaning as he lets me go, and I bounce, my boobs practically hitting me in the face. He’s stripping off his clothes like they’re on fire, and I push up onto my elbows so I can watch the show.

His body should be illegal. I run my eyes over his pecs and huge shoulders—not to mention the eight-pack that makes my fingers itch to touch.

“I don’t get it; don’t you sit around on your throne all day? How the hell do you look like that?”

He steps out of his pants, and then he’s crawling up the bed until he’s leaning over me. “I train with my guards every morning. It is a foolish king who relies on others to protect him.”

His face hardens, and I reach up, stroking away his frown. He looks surprised for a second, and then he’s leaning down, his tongue stroking against mine as I sigh against his mouth.

Within moments, he’s lowering his mouth to my nipples and tonguing them, biting them, driving me crazy with want.

I clamp my mouth shut. Do not beg him.

He meets my eyes, takes my nipple into his mouth, and sucks, running his tongue against it until I want to scream.

Two can play at this game.

I moan, rubbing against him, attempting to convince him to push inside me.

He chuckles, moving away, kissing down my stomach, his hands firm and unyielding as he pushes my thighs apart. He gives me one long stroke of his tongue before plunging it inside while circling my clit with one fingertip.

Holy shit.

He brushes his finger against my wetness, moving it down, beneath my cheeks. I tense, and he moves his tongue to my clit, setting up a smooth rhythm that’s guaranteed to drive me crazy. He strokes with that finger, and I open my mouth to tell him we are definitely not going anywhere near brown town, but he pokes the tip of his finger inside, his teeth scraping at my clit, and I explode from within, groaning as I twist against him, my entire body shaking.

He grins up at me as I blink at him, and then he lowers his head and begins again.

I’m incoherent within moments, too sensitive as I push him away and pull him close at the same time. He waits until I’m on the edge, and then he’s moving his way up my body, positioning himself at my entrance and slowly pushing inside me.

My eyes roll back in my head, and he gives a low laugh, but it’s tight, and his body is shaking as he slowly works his length into me. I raise my legs higher, spreading wide, my hands moving to his butt as I urge him on.

He doesn’t hesitate, plunging into me. He hits my cervix, and I squeak. He freezes, then moves one hand down, strumming my clit as he angles his hips, thrusting again.

Oh my God.

I moan, and it seems to spur him on because he grinds against me, hitting my G-spot. There’s no way I’m going to come again. Once was awesome, but twice? I highly doubt it.

“Ready to beg?”

I shake my head, but I’m already trembling around him, somehow on the edge of another orgasm. This one feels like it could be even better than the last.

He leans down, and his tongue thrusts into my mouth like he’s conquering it, removing the taste of anyone who isn’t him.

He slows down.

“What are you doing?”

“Beg me.”

“Are you kidding?”

He winks at me. “I want to make sure you know exactly who is making you feel this way. Ask me to let you come. And make sure you say my name.”

He spears into me, and I clamp down, about to teeter on the edge. I angle my hips, attempting to grind against him, and he gives me a patronizing look. He’s sweating though, and it’s evident he’s barely holding back himself.

So why play these games?

I almost snort. Because everything between us is a game. We can’t seem to help ourselves.

I won’t let him win.

He smiles, as if reading my mind, and he reaches down, stroking one finger over my clit, making me gasp.

“Damn you!”

“Who is making you feel this way, lovely?”

“You are.”

“Say my name.”

“Arix…”

He tenses against me, growling, and then he’s plunging into me, pushing me over into a climax that rips through me as I throw my head back and moan out his name.

He leans down, nips my ear, and empties himself inside me.

Arix

I’m sprawled in Vivian’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. Vivian is relaxed and warm against me, slumped over my chest, her breathing even.

I have my own spies, who are currently hunting the Dokhalls as we speak. Korzyn has made it known that any Zintas found colluding with the Dokhalls will be considered enemies of my kingdom.

A small part of me wants to find the chip Vivian needs so badly just so I can destroy it in front of her.

Her betrayal hurts more than most.

She nuzzles against my chest, and I raise my hand, stroking her soft, silky hair.

“Tell me about your life,” I order, still staring at the ceiling.

She shifts against me with a groan. “Sleepy.”

I can’t help but smile. “I want to know you.”

She sighs but lifts her head, pushing her hair off her face. “There’s not much to know, really. I’m not exactly close with my parents—”

“Why?” As someone who has no parents, it is difficult to understand why someone would choose not to make the most of any time they have with them.

Vivian studies my face. “You won’t understand.”

“Tell me anyway.”

She sighs and lays her head back on my chest. “My mother is a socialite. When I grew up, she was like one of