Abducted to Love: The Intergalactic Prince Series (SciFi Alien Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jill L. Sterling
he had obtained for her clung to her curves. Her hips were an hourglass just waiting for him to pass hours and days moving down between them, finding her sweet, hot core. Tonguing her wetness before burying himself inside of her.
His mind was getting ahead of him.
She was tired, confused and overwhelmed. Fucking her now would be a gross imposition and surely would not be a good thing in hindsight.
The drop of pre-cum that hit his thigh begged to differ. A tingling chill ran up and down his leg.
"Thank you, Tristan. I never got to thank you properly for saving me" Andrea said in a sleepy but wholeheartedly honest voice that was full of gratitude and admiration.
"I wouldn't have had it any other way" he kissed the top of her head and smelled the strawberries and crème hair gel she used to sculpt those spirals that danced down her back as she walked.
The hall was metal and had a completely different feel to it. The comfort and home-like feel was left behind the door and they entered into the beyond modern corridor.
His chamber was further down the hall and Andrea's eyes drooped a little despite wanting to take everything in and keep a picture of it locked up in her mind.
Another door appeared from within the wall. It was like the building knew where Tristan was and arranged itself to suit his needs. Andrea was too tired to be shocked anymore. It was all starting to be normal to her. Nothing was going to stun her until after she had a few more hours of sleep and maybe some life-saving coffee. Black. With a ton of sugar. And vanilla.
His bed was huge which made sense because it had to fit his 7 foot tall build. The bedroom of her apartment could have probably fit on this bed. It reminded her of a water balloon. The bed was clear and the blanket was a two inch thick water mattress that held it's shape and had a small heater in the end that adjusted the temperature based on need.
She could have lived in that bed.
"Will you lay down with me for a little bit?" Andrea asked looking up at him.
The lights were dim and he pulled his sunglasses off and tossed them on the table in the corner. "Of course" he picked her up and carried her into bed with him putting his body underneath her to cushion her as they landed.
She giggled as the bed sloshed around and adjusted to their weight. The weight of his arm around her made her feel secure. She didn't care if the Gargoyles...Gordons... Gorillas... whatever they were, she didn't care if they came or even if they really existed. She just wanted to stay here in bed with Tristan, feel his chest rise and fall until she fell asleep and woke in the same position.
She drifted off wondering what it would be like to be kissed by him. He looked so rugged and sure of himself and she wanted him to give her that. She wanted to be kissed, claimed and owned by a man who had no doubts and no fears.
When she woke up she was clinging to Tristan's chest with her arm wrapped around him and his arms wrapped around her. Shifting her arm she looked down and saw something that made her jaw drop.
Tristan was sleeping peacefully, his breathing was level and rhythmic but he had the biggest hard on she had ever seen. His cock had to be well over a foot long.
"Oh. My. God" she mouthed in astonished silence.
It felt like she was sneaking a peek at something she shouldn't be seeing but damned if she didn't want to see more and it wasn't just her eyes that wanted to explore that thick hard cock that pressed against his pants.
Sliding her hand down his broad chest and over his hard stomach she waited with baited breath for him to wake up and say something to her. When he remained silent and his breathing didn't change she moves her hand down a little further down his body until she reached the little dip between his hip bones.
She wanted to wrap her hand around his cock and stroke him. His shaft was so thick she wasn't convinced that her hand would be able to wrap fully around it.
Andrea wondered what it
His mind was getting ahead of him.
She was tired, confused and overwhelmed. Fucking her now would be a gross imposition and surely would not be a good thing in hindsight.
The drop of pre-cum that hit his thigh begged to differ. A tingling chill ran up and down his leg.
"Thank you, Tristan. I never got to thank you properly for saving me" Andrea said in a sleepy but wholeheartedly honest voice that was full of gratitude and admiration.
"I wouldn't have had it any other way" he kissed the top of her head and smelled the strawberries and crème hair gel she used to sculpt those spirals that danced down her back as she walked.
The hall was metal and had a completely different feel to it. The comfort and home-like feel was left behind the door and they entered into the beyond modern corridor.
His chamber was further down the hall and Andrea's eyes drooped a little despite wanting to take everything in and keep a picture of it locked up in her mind.
Another door appeared from within the wall. It was like the building knew where Tristan was and arranged itself to suit his needs. Andrea was too tired to be shocked anymore. It was all starting to be normal to her. Nothing was going to stun her until after she had a few more hours of sleep and maybe some life-saving coffee. Black. With a ton of sugar. And vanilla.
His bed was huge which made sense because it had to fit his 7 foot tall build. The bedroom of her apartment could have probably fit on this bed. It reminded her of a water balloon. The bed was clear and the blanket was a two inch thick water mattress that held it's shape and had a small heater in the end that adjusted the temperature based on need.
She could have lived in that bed.
"Will you lay down with me for a little bit?" Andrea asked looking up at him.
The lights were dim and he pulled his sunglasses off and tossed them on the table in the corner. "Of course" he picked her up and carried her into bed with him putting his body underneath her to cushion her as they landed.
She giggled as the bed sloshed around and adjusted to their weight. The weight of his arm around her made her feel secure. She didn't care if the Gargoyles...Gordons... Gorillas... whatever they were, she didn't care if they came or even if they really existed. She just wanted to stay here in bed with Tristan, feel his chest rise and fall until she fell asleep and woke in the same position.
She drifted off wondering what it would be like to be kissed by him. He looked so rugged and sure of himself and she wanted him to give her that. She wanted to be kissed, claimed and owned by a man who had no doubts and no fears.
When she woke up she was clinging to Tristan's chest with her arm wrapped around him and his arms wrapped around her. Shifting her arm she looked down and saw something that made her jaw drop.
Tristan was sleeping peacefully, his breathing was level and rhythmic but he had the biggest hard on she had ever seen. His cock had to be well over a foot long.
"Oh. My. God" she mouthed in astonished silence.
It felt like she was sneaking a peek at something she shouldn't be seeing but damned if she didn't want to see more and it wasn't just her eyes that wanted to explore that thick hard cock that pressed against his pants.
Sliding her hand down his broad chest and over his hard stomach she waited with baited breath for him to wake up and say something to her. When he remained silent and his breathing didn't change she moves her hand down a little further down his body until she reached the little dip between his hip bones.
She wanted to wrap her hand around his cock and stroke him. His shaft was so thick she wasn't convinced that her hand would be able to wrap fully around it.
Andrea wondered what it
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