It’s the most smuttiest daaay of the weeeeeek! Happy Hump Day Smexy guys and gals! With all the holiday planning and strategic Black Friday Christmas shopping planning, it was soo nice to escape a little and indulge in a little (drum roll) alieeeeeen Sci-Fi smut! Lucky for me, the planets aligned and Angela was at the ready with what turned out to be a super fun and sexy rec, Toxic Desire by Robin Lovett.

Nemona can’t believe she’s crash landed on the planet Fyrian with the brooding, golden-skinned alien who destroyed her ship and scattered her crew. She should want to kill him. But everything on Fyrian is an aphrodisiac. So she just wants to have him. Now.

Revenge. That’s all commander Oten has wanted against humans for more than a century, ever since they tried to destroy his kind. He never thought he’d end up in bed with one. But the desire the sex planet stokes for this human female is eating him alive. Keeping his hands, his mouth, and his vampiric fangs to himself proves impossible—especially when she’s begging him to touch her.

Nemona has no idea what endless sex with a Ssedez will do to her. But Oten knows all too well. They need to get off this planet. Before their coupling stirs an alien mating bond that neither of their hearts can withstand.

Toxic Desire was so scorching that this week, I couldn’t resist sharing a sultry double dose, that’s right, you’ve guessed it- this week is allll about the booty!

The Fire

I fall to my knees. I’m urged backward against a strong chest, and masculine hands come around to replace mine. The broad fingers massage and caress my nipples. “Harder.” I arch into his touch. He obeys, squeezing and twisting the points of my breasts. It doesn’t ease me though. My clit throbs, and I tear one of his hands from my breasts and put it there. “Help me.” His long fingers press me, and I cry out. I have no patience for waiting—I’m in too much pain. I grasp his wrist and use his hand, circling his fingers the way I want them to. But it’s not enough; it still hurts. It blurs my thoughts, and I moan nonsensical things, unable to think except for what I need. He gropes to find the hidden zipper in my suit, opens it, and sneaks his hand inside. His hot hand slips between my soaked thighs, and a loud groan vibrates from his chest into my back. I don’t care about his reaction though; all I care is that he makes me come. I collapse back against him and spread my knees, opening, letting him deeper. He strokes through my folds, and his fingers slip inside me like butter. My inner walls cling to him, squeezing him, desperate to wring the orgasm from his hand.

From this pose, I can watch, so I stare at his ethereally gold, shining hand, his palm so broad, his wrist so thick, the muscles of his knuckles flexing and tightening as he works me. “Faster, faster,” I breathe between shuddering breaths, and he obeys. I grip his forearms, digging my fingers as hard as I can into his corded muscle. I start to come, my hips pumping shamelessly onto his hand. The climax sets off in me like a bomb, wringing harsh shouts from my lungs and seizing my body. I lose it all—the battles, the will for control, the fight to stay alive. I don’t care. I am sex. And pleasure. The fire that was raging through my veins lessens, and I surrender against his chest. I lie back wasted, lungs heaving, and notice his breathing. It gusts against my ear, and he is as rigid as a statue behind me, his cock a steely, unmistakable force against my back.

Molten Desire! 

When she fell to her knees in sexual agony, I was helpless not to satisfy her. Feeling her coming around my fingers—her wetness—I have never felt that before. Ssedez females do not secrete. Perhaps it is only a symptom of this place, but it is utterly erotic. It made me ache to know what it would be like to slip my cock inside her—and slide in and out, hard and fast. The friction would be a divine pleasure. “You think to make amends for the human crimes against the Ssedez?” There is no other reason why she would do this. “No. You killed my crew. I make no amends.” “Then why?” The flames lick hot inside me. I do not know where I have found this restraint to ask her. Mischief streams hot from her eyes. “I want to know what a gold cock tastes like.” My brows go up. Surprise, the general has a sense of humor. “Then open and find out.” I run a finger down her jaw. She places me on her tongue, and the warmth of that small touch is stronger than any of the fire raging in me. Her lips wrap me, and a loud groan escapes me. I am gone. A chuckle from her throat vibrates into me, and she takes more of me into her mouth.

Ahh! Good ole sci-fi raunch-mance! Always there when I need you!

Toxic Desire is available now, $.99 on Kindle!