Tamed By the Alien Pirate by Celia Kyle Page 0,39

of his pectorals and the steady beat of his heart. I flatten my palms against him, enjoying the warmth that filters through his shirt, and then press my body against his. Even though we still have layers of clothing between us, the moment I press my breasts against his chest a sudden heat wave takes over my body.

Unable to restrain myself, I bring my hands down to his waist and hook my fingers on his belt. I unbuckle it with quick movements, and then pull it free from its loops. My knuckles brush against the two hard shapes hiding underneath his pants, and my heart immediately tightens inside my chest. I had my suspicions about his size, but only now am I starting to realize the difference between him and a regular human, never mind the fact that he’s a double-wielder.

Holding my breath, I move my hands up, sliding them underneath his shirt. I feel the hard contour of his abs underneath my palms, every single muscle of his so damn perfect it seems like someone carved him out of a block of marble, and then pull his shirt over his head.

“Holy shit,” I mutter under my breath, creating some space between our bodies so I can take in his naked torso. His strong build was already evident, even if I had never seen him naked before, but I didn’t know to expect such perfection. I had only sneaked a peek at his chest in the Queen’s armory, but now that I am this close to him… “Are you even real?”

“As real as it gets,” he says, a lustful grin on his lips, and then pushes me back against the wall. He tears into me as if he can’t control his animalistic urges, and gets rid of my lab coat and shirt with one quick movement. His eyes widen as he sees the swell of my breasts, and one of his hands shoots up my back, his fingers quickly finding the clasp on my bra. The moment he undoes it, my breasts spill out, and he moves in for the kill without missing a beat.

Pressing his mouth on the skin between my breasts, he then runs his tongue up and wraps his lips around one hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth. With one hand cupping my other breast, he allows his other one to dip down, and he flattens his palm between my legs. Pressing down hard, he starts massaging my aching wetness with circular motions, and that sends thunder and lightning up my spine.

I start losing all control then, and I return the favor by pressing one hand down between his legs, the hard shapes of his two cocks throbbing against my fingers. I wrap my fingers around one of them, ignoring the fabric of his pants, and start stroking him as hard as I can. Then, needing more, I hook my fingers on his waistband and pull both his pants and boxers down. His cocks springs free right away, slapping me across the back of my hand, and my breath catches in my throat once I look down at them.

He’s not big, nor is he large—he is absolutely massive.

I’m about to grip one of his cocks when he grabs me by the wrist, peeling my arm back. I look up into his eyes, and the flames of lust burning there make my insides clench. Most men have something similar to that look when they really want you, but I’ve never seen anything like this. He’s looking at me as if he wants to own more than just my body… it’s almost as if he wants to devour both my body and my soul.

“You’re mine,” he says and then yanks my pants down my legs. Suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable, I become as wet as I’ve ever been, my thong so damn drenched it’s already sticking to my skin in an uncomfortable way. Thankfully, he knows exactly how to solve that problem.

Grabbing my thong by the elastic band, he pulls it against my outer thigh with one quick movement, and a moment later I hear the sound of the fabric ripping apart. Now completely naked, I take one deep breath and ready myself for what’s about to happen.

“C’mere,” he growls, picking me up from the floor and carrying me toward the work bench on the side. I sit on the edge of it, my feet dangling, and chomp on my bottom lip. “You have no idea how