To Trust a Warrior: An Alien Rogue Romance (Starflight Academy Book 4) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Immortal Angel
“Are you complaining?”
“Always such an attitude,” he whispered, moving closer to her.
Their gazes met and held.
She gasped as he slid the lace aside and slid one finger inside her. Her knees nearly caved, but his other arm wrapped around her and held her as his finger slid tortuously slowly back out, then back inside her again.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, closing her eyes as trembles racked her body.
He is right. I don’t want to be in charge, not if it means feeling like this.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned into her hair, his rhythm increasing.
Her knees did give out then, but he didn’t let her fall. Instead, his magical fingers left her body and he picked her up. She whimpered in frustration, a sound so foreign that it took her a moment to realize it’d come from her own lips.
Instead of taking her to the bed, he set her down in front of his desk. His need-filled gaze met her own. “Take it off.”
She reached for the clasp between her breasts.
“No,” he commanded. “The underwear.”
With trembling fingers, she slid the scrap of lace down her legs, letting it drop to the floor beneath her. Without being told, she placed her hands on the desk behind her and spread her legs, thrusting her breasts toward him.
“Shit,” he groaned, and the curse was music to her ears.
He was on her in an instant, one hand brushing up her spine and the other going to her core. He stroked her once, making her cry out in shock and surprise.
He cursed again, stepping back. He didn’t bother with the buttons on his shirt, but simply tore it off, throwing it over his shoulder.
For a second the sight of him was almost too much. The heat. The power of his movements. Am I really going to orgasm from the view of his spectacular body? She ground her teeth together. No. She had more self-control than that.
Still, she loved to see him like this. His golden-bronzed skin, the hard muscles of his stomach and chest. His desire barely under control. It sent waves of need through her that left her hot and bothered in a way she never had been before in her life.
He undid the buttons on his pants and they fell in one quick motion.
He wore nothing beneath.
She drank in the sight of his large manhood. Before, things had been so quick, so unexpected, she’d really had no more than an impression of how large he was. Now, she knew. He was huge. So large that she wanted nothing more than to take him in her mouth, to taste the thing that left her wet and painfully aroused.
She reached for him.
He took a step back. “No. Turn around.”
She didn’t give a damn about his orders and grabbed him anyway. A groan ripped from his lips as she knelt down and took him in her mouth.
“Hannah, no. No.” But the words were a chant as he rocked back and forth, his expression pained.
She took him in and out, bringing him so deep she had to fight an instinct to gag. But inside of frightening her, it only turned her on more. She hummed against him, reaching out to stroke the sensitive parts of him that didn’t quite fit in her mouth.
He cried out and drew back from her. “Gods, woman. Do you want me to finish right now?”
She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Maybe I want to taste you.”
His hands fisted, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the fire burned her to the core. This is a Keltair male in charge.
Half of her wanted to run, but there was really nowhere to go.
And then, he was on her, spinning her and pushing her facedown on the desk. Her hardened nipples brushed the smooth surface, and she felt the heat of his body as he covered her from behind.
One hand slid around to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra, thumbing the tender nubs. Then, it slid down her spine, making every hair on her body stand on end.
“You want to taste me?” he growled sexily into her ear. “Maybe I want to taste you.”
His large hand ran along her ass, sweeping down, one finger flipping into her from
“Always such an attitude,” he whispered, moving closer to her.
Their gazes met and held.
She gasped as he slid the lace aside and slid one finger inside her. Her knees nearly caved, but his other arm wrapped around her and held her as his finger slid tortuously slowly back out, then back inside her again.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, closing her eyes as trembles racked her body.
He is right. I don’t want to be in charge, not if it means feeling like this.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned into her hair, his rhythm increasing.
Her knees did give out then, but he didn’t let her fall. Instead, his magical fingers left her body and he picked her up. She whimpered in frustration, a sound so foreign that it took her a moment to realize it’d come from her own lips.
Instead of taking her to the bed, he set her down in front of his desk. His need-filled gaze met her own. “Take it off.”
She reached for the clasp between her breasts.
“No,” he commanded. “The underwear.”
With trembling fingers, she slid the scrap of lace down her legs, letting it drop to the floor beneath her. Without being told, she placed her hands on the desk behind her and spread her legs, thrusting her breasts toward him.
“Shit,” he groaned, and the curse was music to her ears.
He was on her in an instant, one hand brushing up her spine and the other going to her core. He stroked her once, making her cry out in shock and surprise.
He cursed again, stepping back. He didn’t bother with the buttons on his shirt, but simply tore it off, throwing it over his shoulder.
For a second the sight of him was almost too much. The heat. The power of his movements. Am I really going to orgasm from the view of his spectacular body? She ground her teeth together. No. She had more self-control than that.
Still, she loved to see him like this. His golden-bronzed skin, the hard muscles of his stomach and chest. His desire barely under control. It sent waves of need through her that left her hot and bothered in a way she never had been before in her life.
He undid the buttons on his pants and they fell in one quick motion.
He wore nothing beneath.
She drank in the sight of his large manhood. Before, things had been so quick, so unexpected, she’d really had no more than an impression of how large he was. Now, she knew. He was huge. So large that she wanted nothing more than to take him in her mouth, to taste the thing that left her wet and painfully aroused.
She reached for him.
He took a step back. “No. Turn around.”
She didn’t give a damn about his orders and grabbed him anyway. A groan ripped from his lips as she knelt down and took him in her mouth.
“Hannah, no. No.” But the words were a chant as he rocked back and forth, his expression pained.
She took him in and out, bringing him so deep she had to fight an instinct to gag. But inside of frightening her, it only turned her on more. She hummed against him, reaching out to stroke the sensitive parts of him that didn’t quite fit in her mouth.
He cried out and drew back from her. “Gods, woman. Do you want me to finish right now?”
She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Maybe I want to taste you.”
His hands fisted, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the fire burned her to the core. This is a Keltair male in charge.
Half of her wanted to run, but there was really nowhere to go.
And then, he was on her, spinning her and pushing her facedown on the desk. Her hardened nipples brushed the smooth surface, and she felt the heat of his body as he covered her from behind.
One hand slid around to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra, thumbing the tender nubs. Then, it slid down her spine, making every hair on her body stand on end.
“You want to taste me?” he growled sexily into her ear. “Maybe I want to taste you.”
His large hand ran along her ass, sweeping down, one finger flipping into her from
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