~Book 2 from the series's 'Sentinel of light' ~
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A serial killer is spreading fear and terror throughout the city ... or so the police say, but I know they are hiding it, the killer is one of them.
I am a journalist and soon I will unmask the culp...
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After all these hours of taking you… you're still so tight and inviting, my mate," Vor growled, his deep voice sending a delicious shiver down my spine as he thrust into me once more.
"Vor… please… stop! I'm exhausted, I can't—ahhh!" My words melted into a cry of pleasure as another wave of ecstasy crashed over me.
How the hell does this alien have so much stamina?
I know for a fact that another night has passed.
We had been tangled together since the shower, our bodies locked in a relentless rhythm of pleasure. Hours turned into an endless haze of moans, touches, and feverish need. We only stopped for moments—to catch our breath, to eat—but every time, the hunger reignited, pulling us back together.
I must have fallen asleep at some point, because when I woke, Vor was behind me, his body flush against mine, his heat unmistakable.
I barely had time to register the way my leg had been lifted before I felt him pressing against my entrance, thick and ready for me again. Then, suddenly, I was straddling him, my back to his chest.
How the hell did I even end up in this position?
I was drained, barely able to move, but Vor guided me over him, his strong hands making up for my exhaustion. And despite my body’s limits, the pleasure was just as intense—every deep thrust setting me on fire.
When my release finally subsided, I collapsed onto the bed, breathless, my body trembling with exhaustion. Sleep—yes, sleep. I needed it. But Vor, as always, had other plans.
His hands found my hips, gripping them firmly before pulling me up onto my knees.
Oh, for God's sake— enough!
"I swear, if you don’t stop, I—" I started, desperate to make a threat, any threat, but my words faltered when he cut me off with a dark, sultry whisper.
"My mate, if you keep resisting me, I will take what is mine. Your struggle only excites me more, dear one…"
His voice was a low, seductive purr against my ear. It sent electric shivers racing down my spine, making my body betray me.
I trembled in his grasp, heat pooling deep inside me. My breath hitched.
No, no—this wasn't fair. My mind screamed that I needed rest, that I was too exhausted to handle another round. But my body? My body arched toward him, desperate for more, craving the pleasure only he could give.
