Desired by the Alien Bodyguard (Warrior Mates of Zivon Book 8) by Presley Hall

Author:Presley Hall [Hall, Presley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-28T04:00:00+00:00

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Samantha

When Raza kisses me, it feels as if everything around us fades away.

The animals chasing us, the desperate race to the ship, the fear of what we might or might not find here, even my frustrated helplessness over being blind. It all disappears, and there’s only him.

His firm, hot mouth on mine, eager and urgent. His hands in my hair, tangling, pulling with a need that doesn’t quite tip over into too rough, staying just this side of it, passionate but not painful. His body, pressed against mine so that I can feel how hard he is already.

My blindness was a curse before this, but now it just heightens everything. With one sense gone, the rest rush to compensate. His touch feels magnified, every bit of it, and the scent of him fills my nostrils. Pungent, green, warm and male, it floods over me as my lips part for him, and I feel all the desire that’s been building up in me snap, like the dream I had the other night but a thousand times more intense because it’s real.

I hadn’t thought he would want me, a stubborn, resentful human. I hadn’t dared to think there would be more between us. But even without seeing his face, I can feel the urgency in his touch, the need vibrating off him as his hands roam over me, and mine answer. I want to touch him, all of him, and my hands slide up underneath his shirt without thinking, seeking out his hard smooth flesh.

He groans, the sound lighting my every nerve ending on fire as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth, coaxing me open for him. His hands are on my waist, my hips, squeezing, and then back up, skimming over my ribcage as I tug his shirt up in a quest for more.

I’m torn between a strange sort of pleasure in my magnified senses and the desperate desire to see him. I can feel the ridges of muscle in his abs as I skate my hands upward over his smooth skin, the broad planes of his chest, my fingers curling over muscular shoulders as he helps me strip off his shirt. I can imagine all of it, putting those features in my head onto the man I’ve seen already, but I want more. I want everything, and I can feel that Raza wants it too.

His hands land on my waist again, firm, gripping me in a way that I would have hated from any other man. But with Raza, it somehow feels right. He’s guiding me backward, taking control, and I hate not being the one in control. Usually.

Something in me trusts him, though. Maybe it was him saving me from the spider-thing, maybe it was him not taking advantage of me when I was weak and first blinded, or maybe it was him guiding me through the wilderness as we picked our way to The Oasis, but I trust him. I go where he guides me, and

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