Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

trailed hot kisses along her neck, traveling lower, flicking and teasing first one breast, then the other, alternately nipping and tugging on the hard peaks, then soothing them with his tongue.
She imagined him doing the same to her clit. Her hips jerked in response, silently begging. She wanted to scream when Falden chuckled, then nipped at her again. His hands and mouth explored her body, stroked every curve, memorized every sensitive spot, then started all over again.
Only then, when her body was tingling and at fever pitch once again, did he remove her panties, pull her bottom to the edge of the mattress, and spread her knees, exposing her feminine lips. She’d never felt so naked. Vulnerable. Needy.
Kneeling at the edge of the bed between her legs, he took his time, fanning her heated flesh with his breath as he demanded in a deep tone that brooked no argument, “Use your hands to keep your knees open.”
Nodding, she wrapped her hands around her knees, pulling them up and open, nerves and anticipation making her movements jerky. Wet heat trickled from her center. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, certain he’d seen. She’d never been told to hold herself open, never had a man stare at her as he was doing, never been inspected. Her heart tripped over her breastbone, her lips suddenly dry as she choked out, “Please.”
Falden’s brows flashed up, but his feasting eyes never left her. “Please what?”
She groaned, partly in embarrassment, partly with need. “Falden, please.”
Hungry blue eyes met brown. Held. Seconds passed, perhaps minutes, she didn’t know. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t break contact. In his eyes she saw hunger and determination. Possession. Her pulse quickened. Sandalwood, spice and Falden’s own unique scent mingled with the scent of her arousal. She wanted, needed him to fill her. “Falden,” she begged.
“Try not to let go,” he said, winking.
“Falden!”
Faster than her eyes could track, he was there. His mouth locked on to her clit. His tongue devouring, teasing the sensitive bud, flicking, sucking, rolling. At the same time two fingers plunged inside her. Thrusting deep, he found the spot she loved. Oh God. The spot. Pushed, stroked. Teased. Higher and higher he drove her. The sensations were too much. Her toes tingled. Her feet. Legs. Orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. Huge, crashing waves. Thunder. Lightning. She heard a loud, keening sound, then realized it came from her. Her eyes rolled back, and everything went dark.
She regained awareness slowly. Falden had moved them away from the edge of the bed. They were in the center this time. He was lying next to her, propped up on one arm so that he could lean over her and draw lazy circles around her breasts, shoulders, stomach. She was still so sensitive, even the smallest touch sent sparks straight to her feminine core. She’d had two of the most intense orgasms of her life, and still she wanted more. Needed him to finish what he’d started. Needed him to fill her.
Turning slightly, she lifted one hand to his shoulders, delicately tracing the glowing blue whirls.
Falden’s look was full of smug male satisfaction, said he knew exactly what he’d done to her and took full credit.
Laughing, she smacked him playfully. In an instant his smile faded, his eyes flashed with heat. Leaning down, he gave her a long, soul-searching kiss. She lost all sense of time and place.
Finally, her lips swollen, head spinning, juices flowing, she pulled back, moaning. Gazing deeply into his eyes, she had to ask. Had to know the answer. “I am serious. Why did you come to the bar? Who are you?”
Falden stared at Isabella. His cock was so hard he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. He’d played with her, teased her body, focused entirely on her. Would his answer be the end of their time together? Would she run from him? He would tell her what he could. It would have to be enough for now.
“My name is Falden Corshival. I came to the bar because I knew you had been in contact with Sevron. I wanted to talk to you…find out who you were going to meet. You’re mixed up with some very unsavory people,” he said, growling the last. “I need to know who you’re working with, Isabella. That’s all I can tell you.”
She weighed his words. Looked deeply into earnest blue eyes. In their depths she saw commitment. Determination. And secrets. This man had a lot of secrets. Pulling his head down to hers, she took advantage and nipped at his bottom lip. “I think we’re both a little short on trust.” She nipped his lip again. “I’m not sure that matters right now.”
Falden growled, then rolled them so that she was beneath him, her legs cradling his hips. His cock was hard. Ready. Precum leaked from the tip as he lined himself up, eager to drive deep. “Say you’re sure, my Bella. I’m not human. Take a good look at my cock. I’ve made you as ready to take me as I can, but I’m big. Bigger than any human man you may have been with, and I set a hard pace. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’ll stop if that’s what you want. You have to be sure.”
Isabella wrapped her hands around his cock. He hadn’t been lying. He was massive. Long and incredibly thick. She thrilled at the sight of him, her nipples tight, her pussy wet and throbbing. He was so strong. Big. A warrior with single-minded intent. She shivered. His goal was to take her. Master her body. Claim her. Guiding him to her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wet heat, she nodded. “Yes. I’m sure.”
With one slow, smooth stroke Falden drove deep, burying himself to the hilt. He pulled most of the way out, then slammed home. Again. And again. Each time a little harder. Faster. He was so long and thick, every stroke hit just