To Challenge a Warrior: An Alien Rogue Romance (Starflight Academy Graduates Book 1)
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The partially translucent bubble that surrounded Liam’s dream shimmered. It was golden today.
Hannah inched toward it. You agreed not to go back. What are you doing?
“I tried to stay away,” she argued with herself.
You can still walk away now.
But she didn’t. She strode forward and entered the dream.
It was an unfamiliar one. A beach with maroon sand and purple waters stretched out before her. The sky overhead was a soft gray, rain clouds blocking out some of the sunlight, casting the day in cool shadows.
On the beach, partway in the waters, Liam lay. One arm was behind his head, the other covered his eyes. She moved closer. His golden body was naked and exposed to her greedy gaze. The purple waves swept over his lower half, teasing the cock that she wanted so desperately to touch.
The sand beneath her feet was warm from the sun, until her toes curled into the damp, solidness of the sand near the naked Keltair. Kneeling down beside him, she ran a hand slowly up his inner thigh.
“I wondered when you’d arrive.” His deep voice, slightly accented by an Irish twang, warmed her insides.
Remember, be the Hannah he knew in the academy, or he might suspect something.
She watched as his manhood rose, and she felt heat pooling at her core as she curled her hand around him.
“I missed you last night.”
He missed me? This wasn’t supposed to involve their emotions, just their bodies. If he got too attached, she’d have to figure out a way to stop visiting his dreams.
She briefly thought of leaving.
But then his cock grew harder in her hand. “That feels… oh gods, so good…”
All rational thought fled at the need in his voice. Her inner muscles tightened as she gazed at the sheen of wetness on his mushroom shaped head.
“I’ve been waiting to taste you all day.“
Climbing on top of him, she wrapped her lips around him, glorying in the sweet and familiar taste. Her mouth stretched to accommodate his thickness, and slowly she took him deeper, fighting the instinct to gag.
He groaned and, as the waves rushed over her, she felt her blood racing faster through her veins. Using her hands, she cupped his balls as she drew him in and out. Closing her eyes, she gloried in the feeling of power that touching him brought.
“Enough!” he shouted, his voice filled with desire.
Looking up at him, her gaze met his. Inch by inch she released him, while his gaze darkened.
“Come here!” he ordered.
Leaning on her hands, she dragged her naked breasts up his body.
He reached down and cupped her breasts, slipping his cock between them.
She gasped as his fingers teased her nipples. Moving back and forth, she slid his manhood between the valley of her breasts. He arched into her, squeezing her nipples harder. A shot of pleasure tinged with pain raced through her blood, and she felt her core growing hotter and wetter.
Suddenly, he sat up, grasping her ass and pulling her up to straddle him. His cock brushed the outside of her core and she cried out, longing to have him inside her. Instead, his mouth descended on her lips. He pressed against her, and she parted her lips, eager to feel his magical tongue.
He obliged, his hot tongue sweeping into her mouth.
Then, his lips left her mouth, sucking one of the hardened pearls of her nipples softly. His mouth opened wider, taking more of her breast. She rocked against his cock, wanting him inside her more than she wanted her next breath.
His manhood slowly slid inside her. Pleasure sparked from her core. Shivers racked her body. She dug her nails into his back, crying out his name as he filled her completely.
Her heartbeat filled her ears. Her back arched, and his seeking lips closed around her other breast.
She moaned, shifting her hips.
He growled against her breast, licked her nipple, and leaned back. “I’m going to take you now. And you’re going to scream my name as you come.”
They moved as one, faster and faster. The torturous friction between them had every muscle in her body clenching around him as she built toward her climax. And then all at once, she came, shouting his name just as he’d commanded. Her vision went from black to white. Her body spasmed.
And then he came. His hot seed shooting into her. The sound of her own name on his lips sent her over the edge again.
When she came back to herself, she was lying on top of him on the beach, the warm waves washing over the lower halves of their bodies. He held her loosely. She rested her head on his chest.
This was perfect. This man and this moment.
Except that as much as you love him, he still feels nothing for you.
“I should go,” she whispered.
He kissed the top of her head. “Just a little longer.”
And so, even though all logic told her to step out of the dream, she stayed. Knowing it was wrong, but also not being strong enough to walk away.