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position caused her brief skirt to rise, revealing her naked pussy to his lustful gaze.
He stepped up behind her—huge, warm, hers—and cupped her already swollen folds.
“You are very wet. Have you been a bad girl?” His finger slid through her wetness, then circled the hot little bud of her clit.
“N-no, Master.”
“Then why are my fingers drenched in your sweet liquid?” He circled the swollen nub lightly, using just enough pressure to keep her on edge. Even though he wasn’t touching her anywhere else, she could come like this, she realized, her hips lifting almost involuntarily into his touch. Just from his body behind her, his dark, demanding tone, and that skillful finger.
She almost moaned as he left her clit, sliding back through her slippery folds to tease gently at her bottom hole. She loved it when he played with her there, although taking him could be challenging. He didn’t tease her for long before sliding his finger slowly but firmly inside her dark channel. As always, the slight stretch made her gasp.
“Breathe, pet.”
He stroked her back with his other hand as he waited for her to loosen her muscles. As soon as her body relaxed, he began a steady in and out motion, building her excitement. A second finger, then a third, and a wordless cry escaped. He shifted his other hand under her, pressing firmly against her clit to counteract the increasing pressure. Shivers skated up her spine.
“You’re ready, pet.” He didn’t ask permission as he withdrew his fingers and pressed his cockhead to her sensitive flesh, sending another shiver of excitement over her even though she knew he would stop immediately if she protested. But she didn’t cry out, and he continued the pressure until at last he breached the tight ring.
She gasped, hovering on the knife edge between pain and pleasure, and he strummed a finger across her clit as he pushed deeper.
“So tight,” he groaned when he finally buried himself completely.
She couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by the sensations battering her body, and he resumed his assault on her clit, still lodged deep inside her.
“Come for me,” he ordered, clamping down on the sensitive bud, and she was helpless to do anything but obey. The fullness inside her only increased the pleasure as she shook in his arms.
As the last ripples of her climax began to fade, he started to move in a slow, steady rhythm that sent fiery waves of heat over her body with each dragging withdrawal and faster thrust. He abandoned her clit, reaching under her to cup her breasts and tease her sensitive nipples. The tingling pressure of her milk-laden breasts added a new layer of sensation, and she felt her body climbing toward another climax.
He groaned as milk dampened his fingers and moved faster, no longer as steady as his urgency increased. Bending down over her, his hips began a pounding rhythm that sent shock waves through her body with each thrust. He pinched a distended nipple, and white lights danced in her vision as her body rushed headlong into another climax. He didn’t stop, continuing to claim her quivering body as she shuddered beneath him. His hands tightened as he pulled her closer to him, pressing frantic kisses to her neck.
As he made one final, impossibly deep thrust, his mouth closed over the claiming mark, and she felt him explode deep inside her, the rush of heated liquid sending a final climax shivering through her. Her knees shook, and if not for his arm beneath her, she would have fallen. As his own shudders ceased, he carefully slipped free, then cleansed them both before collapsing to the ground and pulling her into his arms.
They lay in contented silence, watching the stars through the leaves overhead. Her body felt limp and heavy, slightly sore but completely satisfied.
“Do I get to be the mistress next time?” she asked lazily.
“If you want.”
She laughed, rolling over to look at his face. “I suspect you’d last for exactly one command before you took over.”
“It would depend on the command.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “But I admit, I’m better at commanding than obeying. Does that bother you?”
“Since your commands just made me come three times in a row, apparently not.”
“My perfect mate.”
He bent his head and kissed her, and even though she would have sworn she was completely drained, she found herself responding. They were both breathless when he finally lifted his head.
“As much as I would like to continue our little adventure, our son will need you soon.” He lifted her to her feet and wrapped her sarong around her. “Are you ready to go home?”
“I’m ready to go anywhere with you. I love you, Aidon.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you for freeing me.”
“You freed me in return. I love you, Hanna.”
Together, they went to rejoin their family.
Author’s Note
Thank you so much for reading Hanna and the Hitman! I love being back in the Alien Abduction universe – it feels like coming home. It’s not always an easy place to be but there is always a happy ending waiting. And I think many of us can relate to Hanna as someone who doesn’t feel brave but still manages to find the courage and strength to do what needs to be done.
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As always, I have to thank my readers for exploring this universe with me! Your support and encouragement make it possible for me to keep writing these books. As always, a special thanks to my beta team – Janet S, Nancy V, and Kitty S. Your thoughts and comments are incredibly helpful!
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Other Titles
The Alien Abduction Series
Anna and the Alien
Beth and the Barbarian
Cam and the Conqueror
Deb and the Demon
Ella and the Emperor
Faith and the Fighter
Greta and the Gargoyle
Hanna and the Hitman
Izzie and the Icebeast
The Alien Invasion Series
Alien Selection
Alien Conquest
Alien Prisoner
Alien Breeder
Alien Alliance
Alien Hope
Cosmic Fairy Tales
Jackie and the Giant
Cyborgs on Mars
High Plains Cyborg
The Good, the Bad, and the Cyborg
A Fistful of Cyborg
A Few Cyborgs More
The Magnificent Cyborg
Treasured by the Alien
Mama and the Alien Warrior
A Son for the Alien Warrior
Daughter of the Alien Warrior
About the Author
Honey Phillips writes steamy science fiction stories about hot alien warriors and the human women they can’t resist. From abductions to invasions, the ride might be rough, but the end always satisfies.
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