Alien Shield (Fated Mates of the Sea Sand Warlords, #8)

by Ursa Dax

If you let me, I’d move everything else aside for you. You are the very centre of my life. The core of my world.

“I want you to rub your cunt on my face.” He dragged the tip of a claw down the flat bridge of his nose to his lips. “I want you sopping wet and dripping right here.”

My eyes widened. Holy shit. Stoic, quiet, unreadable Xyan was gone.