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Mated To The Vikens
Interstellar Brides® Program: Book 8
Grace Goodwin
Mated to the Vikens:
Copyright © 2016 by Grace Goodwin
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Published by KSA Publishers
Goodwin, Grace
Mated to thee Vikens, Interstellar Brides® Book 8
Cover design copyright © 2020 by Grace Goodwin
Images/Photo Credit: Deposit Photos: magann; Period Images
Publisher’s Note:
This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
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1
Sophia, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Earth
His hands were so skilled, stroking over me. I was on a soft bed, the man beside me. I felt every hard inch of him press along my side as he learned me with the soft touch of his fingertips. They ran expertly over my bare flesh, making me shiver, making me gasp, making me eager for more. But his hand didn’t stop.
My eyes were closed and I just reveled in the feel of him, and when I wanted more, he began to touch me with his other hand. One on my breast, the other sliding over the curls between my thighs.
“Open for me.”
I didn’t hesitate to comply with his husky order, parting my legs eagerly. Fingers slipped over my wet folds and taunted the eager bud.
The sound that escaped my lips was part moan, part gasp. My arousal, which had been keen before, flared to life like a match on the driest of tinder. And when one digit slid deep inside me, I arched my back and cried out.
“Yes!”
