Page 28 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
I scream.
His cock hits something deep and devastating, and I arch off the couch, clenching around him with a helpless cry. The pleasure is overwhelming, white-hot, crashing through me in waves.
“Yes—yes, don’t stop—please?—”
He fucks me like a promise.
Like a claim.
Like the stars themselves are watching.
When I come again, it’s brutal—wracking through me like a storm tearing down a wall. I sob his name, shaking, lost. Hefollows, thrusting deep one final time, growling low as he comes, spilling into me with hot, thick pulses.
After, he doesn’t move.
Doesn’t pull out.
Just holds me.
Breathing hard, his forehead pressed to mine, red eyes glowing in the dim room.
I blink up at him, dazed and aching and utterly wrecked.
“I think,” I whisper, voice trembling, “you broke me.”
He chuckles—soft and rough, like gravel under silk.
I wakeup cocooned in danger.
Not metaphorically. Not emotionally.
Literally.
Grau’s arm—thick as a hydraulic piston and twice as warm—is slung across my stomach, his claws twitching slightly against my bare skin. One of his legs is hooked over mine, keeping me anchored. Wrapped. Claimed.
His breathing is steady, deeper than sleep and edged with something predatory even at rest. I feel the rise and fall of his chest behind me, the soft brush of his breath against the back of my neck.
And my first thought isn’t panic.
It’scomfort.
A dangerous, inexplicable comfort.
My body hums with it. Withhim.
There’s soreness between my thighs, heat lingering in places I didn’t know could burn, and the faint, delicious ache of being touched—worshipped—by someone whomeant it.
The night was… more than I can explain. Intense. Consuming. Like stepping into a solar flare and not getting burned.
I’ve never felt anything like it.
But the light creeping through the slats of my window blinds? That’s reality. That’s consequence.
And consequence doesn’t give a damn about pheromones or eye contact that makes your stomach drop.
I ease out from under him slowly, carefully, not because I’m scared, but because I don’t want to wake him yet. Not until I’ve had a chance to pull myself together.
The moment my skin leaves his, cold rushes in. The sudden absence of his heat makes me feel… hollow.
