Romance: Alien Romance: Having The Kings Baby (A Paranormal Science Fiction Shifter Romance ) (Sci-fi Alien Invasion Abduction Romance)

by Riley Forrest

  Ian smiled at the beauty in front of him and tugged her towards the bed, after making sure that the door was locked. Ian started kissing her while gently laying her on the bed. Lizzy groaned with contentment and pushed even further against him. The gentle feeling of his lips against hers was adding to the excitement of being so close to him.

  After a while, Ian used both of his hands to open her dress, slowly moving the piece of cloth down, stopping when the skirt was on her hips. Now, Lizzy’s movements were even more restricted with her skirt trapping her legs and Ian’s body filling the space around her. Lizzy was feeling well hidden and completely exposed at the same time, while Ian had all he wanted and not enough, all the same.

  Their combined moans filled the room, and Lizzy had to bite hard on her lips to stop herself from crying even louder. The man over her was now tugging her skirt further down and helping her to free at least one of her feet from the restraint. Lizzy felt ridiculous standing like that, half undressed, but then Ian wormed his hand between her legs and everything was forgotten. The angle wasn’t great, but the sensation was worth it all.

  When he started, Lizzy felt his world coming apart with the sheer force of it. Ian was good at it. Lizzy was more than happy with the turn of events and was enjoying every minute of it, up to the point to be ready to come just from this wonderful stimulation. But, Ian had other plans for her.

  Ian’s breath was hot against her neck and she could almost see how the man over her lowered his head some more so that his lips can rest on Lizzy’s pulse point. Ian started to suck there gently at first, but then he used his sharp teeth to almost break the skin. And Lizzy liked it, she simply liked it all.

  Damn, Ian’s shoulders were wide. Lizzy couldn’t help but notice, especially now that they were half naked, with the skin of Ian’s inner arms was sliding freely across her shoulder, when he leaned back a few inches. Ian moved them a little to the right and Lizzy had to catch her breath, as she felt the man’s clothed erection slide against her. They were basically straddling each other’s thighs now, with Ian draped over Lizzy, breathing heavily into her ear.

  Lizzy froze.

  Outside, someone was moving in the hallway, completely unaware of the two people inside the room. They could hear them talk and walk up and down and then go back downstairs. Both of them let go of the breath they were holding and relaxed a little against each other.

  Ian was, once again, panting and pushing his really muscular chest against Lizzy’s with every inhale, the interruption already forgotten. His thigh was wedged pretty tightly against Lizzy’s inner thighs and was hard not to notice. She surreptitiously tried to slide her left leg out a little, but the man was holding her down, not willing to let her move.

  Ian gasped, his thighs tensing against Lizzy and then sighed, leaning in even closer, resting his chin on the shoulder in front of him. “We are going to make it work, aren’t we?” He asked with amusement and moved his thigh a little further up. The only thing stopping Lizzy from crying out loud was Ian’s thigh wedged between her legs and holding her up.

  It was almost impossible for her to move in any direction, as Ian’s weight was pushing her down. Ian used his own advantage to move a little back and open his trousers. She couldn’t hold on anymore and groaned when Ian basically hauled her up, sliding his hard length over her thigh. She grabbed at him, her hands slipping on the sweat, gathered on his bare arms and ending up as helpless as before her attempt to take some control.

  Ian laughed at her and gently lapped at her ear, silently reassuring her that everything would be okay. Lizzy’s moan broke at the end as Ian pulled her tighter and leaned them both harder against the bed. “Ian,” Lizzy warned him, rolling her hips against Ian.

  Ian pulled his head back and Lizzy could swear she heard him moan with need. “God, Lizzy,” he said and slipped his hands around. The moment they were breathing again, they launched into a long kiss that left them panting and without breath for a long time after it finished. The duel between their tongues wasn’t about power, but pleasure and they both used it to their best advantage. Lizzy tried to get more friction, but found herself pressed back against the bed, her hands sliding around Ian’s heaving back, as she tried to pull him closer.

  “Let me…” Ian spoke against the soft wet skin of her neck and shoved his head over to the side so that he could kiss, suck and bite at the delicious place there. He used both of his hands to pick up Lizzy to the point when her legs were circling his waist. With a sharp movement, Ian embedded himself inside Lizzy and by using all his strength stayed still, giving her the time to adjust to the intrusion.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He asked breathlessly into Lizzy’s ear, biting the soft earlobe and then flickering his tongue against the wet skin. The bastard, he knew the answer only too well, but it gave him some kind of perverted power to ask Lizzy in such a moment if she wanted him to stop.

  “Stop now and I would kill you.” Lizzy spoke and used her position to raise herself a little and come back down with force. The truth was, two can play this game. Ian felt his hands sliding down Lizzy’s back, but he wasn’t going to let her down. With a huffed breath, half laugh, half moan he started to move up and down, up and down.

  With every stroke, he was penetrating a little deeper until he could feel the whole of Lizzy’s body tremble with pleasure. Lizzy was completely at his mercy, holding for dear life on his shoulders and moaning deeply in her throat. In the confined space it was difficult to move, but with both hands under Lizzy, Ian had her lifted completely off the bed, so there was enough space for both of them. The air in the room was consumed and smelt just like them – of sweat and sex.

  Lizzy was enthusiastically riding him and was really close to coming from it. Lizzy didn’t really need the extra stimulation. It was too much as it was already.

  Ian could feel the grip on him tightened and knew that everything would be soon over. He bit on Lizzy’ throat, crushing his fingers into her. “Come on, come on, baby, come for me…” Lizzy tensed at those words and Ian tried to look her in the eye. The dark room wasn’t the perfect place for an eye communication, so finally Ian opted for the most obvious one – pulled her in for a kiss. Wet and deep, a kiss that had Lizzy growling and panting, pushing harder against Ian. Ian held on for the ride, standing his ground as much as he could until all rational thought flew out of the window and they both were coming with their lips still locked in a passionate kiss.

  It took them a moment to gather their thoughts and Ian grudgingly lowered Lizzy on the bed, sliding out of her. Now that he straightened out and her head was almost even with Ian’s, Lizzy mouthed along the side of his neck, sucking and biting, generously giving back.

  Their heaving chests were pushed against each other, as the air in the confined room threatened to burst into flames from the heavy heat. Ian slid his hands away, after a while, letting go of her and gently caressing Lizzy, as if to assure her that there would be more and soon.

  Lizzy panted, licking into his mouth, tasting their combined sweat and heat and biting at Ian’s lips, to soothe them after that with her tongue. It was time for them to get out of here before they start something anew, but the closeness and protection, provided by the room were still too alluring.

  Ian used his right hand to slowly rise on the bed, looking around to see if they were still alone, before urging Lizzy to do the same out. The cool air of the room, washed over them as a reminder of the fact that there were things existing outside their own little world.

  Lizzy, however, with a quick movement tracked Ian back on the bed, catching herself on her hands and knees before completely squashing him. They were lying there, almost naked, with their skin wet from perspiration and lungs fighting for breath.

  “I love you,” Ian stated, looking up at Lizzy, the image of what just happened still vivid in his mind. Lizzy’s smile was full of love, heat and passion as she moved down for another kiss, softly exploring the lips under hers. Ian tangles his hands in Liz
zy’s hair and wrapped his legs around her, pulling her in as tight as he could, making sure not to hurt the baby.

  Downstairs their guests were celebrating their wedding, completely unaware of what just happened above their heads. They untangled their limbs and prepared to redress and go back downstairs, the man making sure to take the gold watch, which he intended to give his wife as a wedding present.

  One Hot Night

  Introduction

  I want to thank you for downloading the book,“A Night of Passion”.

  This book is a short story about an unlucky-in-love 27 year old female who meets a handsome, dark, but not very tall stranger, while out for dinner with some girl friends. What happens next will leave you gasping, squealing, and eagerly flipping the pages on your eReader. Perfect for fans of “50 Shades” and romantic-erotica.

  Thanks again for downloading this book, I hope you enjoy it!

  Chapter 1

  Ellen was sitting down to a reunion dinner on a Friday with two of her best friends from College. They'd been coming to the "Little Italy" restaurant for years, as it was cheap, served decent Mediterranean food, and a bottle of the house white cost just £8. Given the week Ellen had just had at work, she was in serious need of at least one bottle of wine this evening, and so quickly gestured a waitress to come take her, Michelle, and Sandra's drink order.

  The pretty young waitress caught Ellen's eye, smiled politely and started to head over to the table. But before she could, a middle-aged man in a suit rudely grabbed her by the arm and started to bark orders at her, saying that his wine was corked and his steak was underdone. Ellen cringed for the waitress who looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up. Ellen was about to get up and go give the middle-aged idiot a piece of her mind, when a waiter she'd never seen before swooped in and stood in between the young waitress and the now immensely aggravated customer.

  "Sorry mate, but that's not how you treat staff in here" he said in a polite but firm, North London drawl. The kind of tone that said "Don't mess with me, if you want to walk out of here with all of your limbs in tact, but I'll let you off with a warning... This time." The customer looked like he was going to protest, but then quickly thought the better of it, huffed and turned back to his table. The young waitress beamed with relief, thanked the male waiter, and scurried back to the kitchen, possibly to down a quick shot before moving on to the next table.

  She'd clearly forgotten about Ellen's table, but Ellen didn't mind. She was too busy taking in the absolute dreaminess of the waiter, and the incredibly sexy and impressive way he had just shut down a nasty customer, without any hint of making the situation worse or uncomfortable for the other patrons.

  While the waiter was dark haired, olive-skinned and dark-eyed, he wasn't particularly tall, and had a rather large Roman nose which looked like it may have been broken a few times. He was dressed in all black, with his shirt tucked in, form-fitting slacks tight around his solid body, and firm butt, which Ellen couldn't help but notice. He wore trendy black trainers, and a silver watch that from a distance looked expensive. Before Ellen knew it, the watch started coming closer to her, and she snapped out of her reverie just in time to hear the waiter approach her and her girl friends' table, and ask what they wanted to drink.

  "Er, um, ahem..." Ellen stammered, like she always did when a gorgeous guy approached her. 'I'll, uh.. I mean, we'll, uhhh, have a bottle of the house plonk please... I mean white, house white please, sorry it's been a really long day... a long week in fact, I mean, god.. you know how it is, Oh god, I'm rambling aren't I... and I haven't even had a drink yet! ha ha ha'... Ellen finally stopped herself, and looked over to her friends who were giving her the look that said "Stop embarrassing yourself, Love, we can see exactly what you're thinking..."

  But the waiter didn't pick up get on joke, in fact, he studied his little white pad, and calmly said, 'Very good, Madam, a bottle of our finest house plonk for you...And would you and the rest of the table like to order some hors d'oeuvres? Mussels in plonk, I mean white wine perhaps?' Ellen looked up, and could see now that he was smiling down on her, and that he had a rather mischievous glint in his warm, brown eyes.

  She went to say something, but couldn't get the words out, so this resulted in her plump lips parting slightly, while giving him her best innocent girl look with her big green doe eyes. The moment lasted for what felt like forever, until Michelle cut in (typical, Michelle), and asked for a G&T because she was positively dying of thirst.

  The waiter strode off, leaving Ellen no choice but to steal another glance of his gorgeous pert bottom, while the other girls gave each other knowing looks and tried to snap Ellen back to reality.

  "Corr, he's a bit of alright isn't he, Els?"' gushed Sandra.

  "Definitely your type, Hon'." stated Michelle matter of factly.

  "Oh Babes, please get his number before we leave - you have to!" demanded Sandra. "It's been far too long since you've had a shag!"

  "Sandra!" Ellen chirped in mock disgust, "Please refrain from discussing my sex life - or lack thereof - at the dinner table. It's depressing enough going home to an empty bed every night without you reminding me on my one night of freedom! And anyway, I'm not so desperate as to chat up the waiter now am I... Even a particularly gorgeous waiter who knows how to stand up for a lady..."

  But even as she said it, Ellen felt her heart doing butterflies, and when she unwittingly stole a look back toward the bar, she saw the dark, mysterious waiter staring right back at her, with his warm, gorgeous, brown eyes.

  Chapter 2

  Two bottles of Chablis and lots of giggles later, the girls were ready for the bill. Ellen bit her lip nervously, almost too shy to beckon over the heroic waiter's attention. But as soon as he saw her look around, he locked eyes with her, almost as if he'd been waiting for a chance to service her again. Fortunately (or unfortunately), the young waitress also caught Ellen's eye, gave a bright smile and hurried over to the table before the waiter could make his way over. Ellen felt her heart sink, and thought to herself "Great, now I'm not going to have a chance to talk to him again," and ridiculously felt tears prick her eyes, before she pulled herself together. "Must have drunk too much white wine again!" she said inwardly. Sandra and Michelle were still talking and giggling amongst themselves and didn't notice her inner turmoil, having given up on making fun of her for the night. Ellen wasn't sure why it always seemed to be her who was the butt of their jokes, probably because she was the bumbling romantic, still waiting to meet the right guy and find her way in life, whereas Sandra and Michelle were already in long term relationships with their childhood sweethearts, were successful in their careers, both beautiful, and extremely confident within themselves as a result. Ellen was equally beautiful as her friends if not more, but she didn't see it in herself, and blushed whenever anyone tried to pay her a compliment, normally answering "No, I'm not" if someone were to tell her she was pretty or beautiful. She was also accident prone, and a bit clumsy, always tripping over, spraining her ankles, or even getting her clothes trapped in tube doors. Not surprising then that the two more confident friends liked to tease her. They didn't mean any harm by it, but sometimes Ellen wished they would lay off. She knew she was a bit of a mess, but didn't necessarily need constant reminding. My time will come, she reassured herself lying by herself in the dark, unable to sleep, nearly every night.

  "Come on, Els - you ready to go?" Michelle chirped, interrupting her reverie. She'd been deliberately taking a long time to pay the tab, add an over generous tip, put her wallet in her purse, and slowly pull her denim jacket on over her shoulders. All the while she'd been hoping the waiter would make an excuse to stop by the table; but he didn't. In fact he had barely looked over even though it was clear they would be leaving. And now she couldn't see him as she covertly surveyed the restaurant. Again, she felt an inordinate sense of disappointment as she reluctantly followed Michelle and Sandra toward the exit.

  "Typical" she thought again, "Just my friggin
' luck!" But tried to hold it together and push down the upset that was welling up inside her. She tried desperately to think of an excuse to prolong the girls' stay in the restaurant, but she couldn't think of anything, and now it was too late as MIchelle and Sandra were already out of the door -

  "Oh, hey, excuse me, Miss?" Ellen heard a voice behind her just as she felt the first hint of night air on her pretty pale face. She whipped around to see the waiter standing there, with a quizzical look on his face, almost as if he wasn't quite sure what to make of her. "Er, um, yes?" she stammered, feeling her heart race a million miles per second.

  "You forgot your scarf..." he said, holding up a sequined, silver piece of fabric that Ellen liked to accessorize with. The very same one that had been caught in a tube door not too long ago, but had somehow managed to survive.

  "Oh, my goodness, thank you" she said, not quite able to meet the waiter's eye. She quickly took it from him, and felt something hard in her hand along with it, but just assumed it was the label she'd forgot to cut off. "Right, then, um, bye!" she chirped, unable to think of anything else to say. He didn't say anything back, but instead continued to stand there looking at her with an expression on his face that she couldn't quite make out. This time, she made it out of the door without tripping, or hitting something, a small miracle given the amount she'd had to drink, and by how tipsy she now suddenly felt after standing up. Plus the rush of having grazed fingertips with the waiter as he handed her her scarf...."My scarf", she thought and looked down at the silver mass, "so glad I didn't leave it behind". Sandra and Michelle were standing at the corner waiting to hail a cab. She walked over to them, while attempting to wrap it around her neck. But as she did, a small business card fluttered to the ground out of nowhere. It must have been balled up in scarf, and she now realised that this was the hard thing she'd felt, and not the label at all.