Page 49 of Her Alien Owner

"Ariana," I groan, my voice low and husky. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent as I spill myself inside her. My body shudders with the force of my release, and I hold her tighter, never wanting to let go.

As our breathing slows, I pull out of her gently, my arms still wrapped around her waist. I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she's lying on top of me. She rests her head on my chest, her hair tickling my skin.

"That was...amazing," she whispers, her voice barely audible. I smile, running my fingers through her hair.

"It was," I agree, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. I can feel her heartbeat slowing, matching mine.

We lie there in silence for a few moments, our bodies entwined. I can feel the tension draining from my muscles, replaced by a sense of contentment I haven't felt in a long time.

I hold Ariana close, her warm body pressed against mine in the afterglow of our lovemaking. My fingers trace lazy patterns on her skin as we bask in the comfortable silence. But I can sense a tension in her, a worry that lingers despite our intimacy.

"What's on your mind?" I ask softly, my lips brushing against her forehead.

Ariana shifts slightly, her hand resting on my chest. "I... I don't feel safe, Valen," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

I tighten my grip on her instinctively. "You're safe here, with me. I won't let anything happen to you."

She shakes her head, her hair tickling my chin. "It's not just that. It's... Kevin."

The name sends a surge of anger through me, but I keep my voice calm. "Your ex? What about him?"

Ariana takes a shaky breath. "He sent me a letter this morning. A threatening one."

I feel her tremble against me, and I pull her even closer. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't want to worry you," she says, her voice small. "But I don't know what to do, Valen. As long as he's out there..."

I cup her face gently, making her look at me. "Listen to me, Ariana. I will not let him hurt you. Do you understand? You're safe here."

She nods, but I can see the fear lingering in her eyes. I press a soft kiss to her lips, trying to convey all the protection and love I feel for her.

"Tell me about the letter," I say, my voice low and steady. "What exactly did it say?"

Ariana hesitates, then begins to recount the contents of the letter. As she speaks, I feel a cold rage building inside me. This bastard thinks he can threaten what's mine? He has no idea who he's dealing with.

But I keep my anger in check, focusing on comforting Ariana. I run my fingers through her hair, murmuring soft reassurances as she speaks. When she finishes, I can feel her relax slightly,as if sharing the burden has lifted some of the weight from her shoulders.

"We need to decide what to do about this," I say, my voice low and controlled.

Ariana shifts in my arms, her eyes meeting mine with a determination that takes me by surprise. "I want to confront him," she says firmly.

I raise an eyebrow. "You sure that's wise?"

She nods, her jaw set. "I need to do this myself, Valen. I want to face him in a secure environment and tell him it's over. He needs to move on."

I can't help but admire her courage, even as concern gnaws at me. "I'd rather have him quietly dispatched," I mutter, only half-joking.

Ariana laughs, the sound lightening the tension in the room. "Oh, Valen, you're terrible," she says, playfully swatting my chest.

If only she knew how serious I am. But I push that thought aside, focusing on her needs. "Alright," I concede. "If this is what you want, I'll support you. But I'm going to be nearby, just in case."

Relief floods her features. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning in to press a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.

As I return the kiss, I silently vow to myself that if that piece of shit so much as looks at her wrong, I'll make him regret the day he was born. But for now, I'll let Ariana have this. She needs to face her fears, and I'll be damned if I don't give her that chance.

I watch Ariana's face as she lays out her plan, my jaw clenching involuntarily. The idea of her facing that bastard alone sets my teeth on edge, but I force myself to listen.

"I'll send him a note," she says, her voice steady despite the fear lingering in her eyes. "Tell him to meet me somewhere secluded at a specific time."