The Alien Assassin’s Stolen Bride

by Michele Mills

  She spread her legs for him and propped herself up on her elbows, watching him watch her. He continued to stare at her core for long moments, pensively stroking his hard, red shaft, cum beading on the tip.

  How was that thing going to fit?

  The bed shook as his knees sunk into the large, curved mattress. He lay on top of her, gently, his arms propped near her ribs. He was so hard he notched his crown at her entrance, no help required. She reached her arms up around his neck and pulled him in close for a blistering kiss. He broke off and stared into her eyes. He slid forward and breached her entrance. She groaned at the reality of how full she felt. After a few inches he met resistance.

  “This is going to hurt,” he said, his forehead touching hers. “I am sorry.”

  He flexed his hips and he was all the way in. Long, scorching and hot. They gasped together. She blinked a tear away from her eye, because damn, that hurt. Heriot remained still for her, giving her time to acclimate, great breaths shuddering in and out of his chest.

  “More,” she begged, “more.”

  He pulled out almost to the tip and she could see herself glistening on his wet cock. See her cream and her blood. Then he sank back inside, a little deeper than before.

  It felt incredible, the pain long gone.

  He changed the angle slightly and pumped in and out. He started slow and then his speed increased. His body heat amplified, the flush inflaming his skin. She grabbed onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he began to lose control, fucking her hard, beastly sounds coming out of his mouth. A bead of sweat ran down his stomach and dropped onto her belly. She watched his stomach contract, his hips clench. She’d pay a million dollars to see his ass in action, too.

  He reached down between them, to where they were joined, and began stroking her clit. She sucked in a silent gasp. “Come on my cock,” he ordered.

  “Oh.” Her entire world narrowed down to Heriot’s cock pounding in and out and his fingers on her clit. It kept building, tightening. Each stroke brought her closer.

  This was the best moment of her life. All that she’d imagined as she’d waited, waited for her first time to be special with a man she loved. A man she meant to spend forever with.

  She looked up at his strained face, watching how beautiful he looked as he took her, as he drove her towards…

  His finger circled her nub, then on the side. Then he pinched it.

  “Now,” he said. “Now.”

  And then it hit. Shocking in its intensity. It swept through her in full gale force. She groaned, the pleasure-pain of it sweeping through her body was almost too much. He fucked her through the whole orgasm, driving it higher, longer, stretching out each sensation. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock.

  And then he rested both of his arms next to her ribs and slammed through a few last fierce thrusts, then stilled, his cock throbbing as he came insider of her, wet and warm. She held onto his hips, trying to pull him in, wanting every drop.

  Afterwards, she lay there, completely wrung out, trying to still her ragged breaths.

  And he slid out, turned to his side and pulled her close, her naked back against his naked front, his half-hard penis against her ass. They were both sweaty, the beauty of their joining bringing both lethargy and peace. His lips pressed tenderly against her shoulder and she sighed at the perfection of his mouth on her hot skin.

  “Now you won’t have to worry about pigment transformation ever again?”

  “No,” he answered, wonder tinging his voice. “Never again.”

  “Good. I’m happy you don’t have to deal with that anymore.”

  He moved her hair aside and kissed her neck.

  “When do we meet your brother and his mate?” she asked.

  “Soon.”

  “Do you think he’s going to be okay with me joining your business?”

  “Now that my brother has found his mate, I doubt he will stay in our business. He’s never been as committed as I was.”

  “Really? Are you upset about that?”

  He turned her around so she was on her back and he rested on top, his growing erection between her legs. She gasped at the connection, loving the flare of heat in her belly.

  “No. It is his choice what he wants to do with his lifespan. I will instead go into business with my mate. You and I will work together. I will train you. I will change our license to Heriot & Hannah,” he said, as if it were a given.

  “We’ll work together? Oh my God, I’m going to be an assassin? That’ll be my job, my career on R’Etor? My grandparents would be horrified,” she laughed. Although she wasn’t horrified. It actually sounded like a great idea.

  Except…Hannah frowned, worried he wouldn’t be able to accept her ethics.

  He placed a hand on her hip. “Open wider,” he ordered. She splayed her legs so he could fit against her, his quickly hardening shaft notched at her entrance. “I will let you research our targets and approve my contracts,” he said.

  Her face brightened. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his perfect abs. “Oh, well, that sounds okay then, as long as you understand your approval percentage might slip from fifty percent to forty.”

  He kissed her, his tongue fucking her like he’d fuck her again in just a few minutes. He tore his mouth away. “That is acceptable,” he answered. “It will make us more exclusive and I can charge more.”

  “So, any changes I make, as long as we’re still number one and making money, you’re okay with it?”

  “Exactly,” he answered, “because I love currency.”

  She ran her nails down his back. “My new husband has a head for business and a bod for sin.”

  He smiled and slid his hard cock all the way in—one long, practiced stroke.

  She moaned, loving the feel of that delicious slide. “I love you, Heriot,” she gasped.

  “I know,” he answered softly. “I know.”

  In the Stars Series

  The Alien Assassin’s Stolen Bride

  by Michele Mills

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  By Ruby Dixon

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  About the Author

  Michele Mills lives in California and leads a life of quiet, G rated desperation with her husband and two sons. In an attempt at a fulfilling, R rated inner life that does not include Disney movies and Nickelodeon; Michele reads and writes filthy romance and, well...filthy romance. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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