Page 34 of The Alien Warrior's Heart

He could smell her desire. Could feel it smearing against his pants.

Si-Moon tugged on his hair again and made his body jerk. Her lips inched up in a dark, knowing smile.

The seren…

She wished to tease him and, by the looks of his pants, she was succeeding.

Zar growled low in his throat. Did Si-Moon think she would out-give him when it came to pleasure?

Drunk on her kiss, he threw his female to the grass, keeping his mouth on hers. His hand left her waist and he explored the rest of her body. The soft planes. The dips. The swells. The smoothness.

He pushed her flimsy tunic to her waist and let his exploration slow. Deepen. Harden. Si-Moon arched against his chest. Zar moved his mouth to far more dangerous places and her lips remained open in a wild and yet silent gasp. He thrust his fingers into dripping heat and dived deep, willing to drown. Willing to fall.

Dizziness spun his head. Made him crave more and more.

More to the point of death.

He would die here. Teasing the moans out of Si-Moon’s raw throat. Listening to her whimper and beg in the language of earth.

He would spend his days here, dying over and over again.

Si-Moon began to shake.

Too much.

It was too much.

He could hear it as she screamed.

He saw it as her toes curled into the grass.

Wickedly, he did not stop his onslaught. Grabbing her quivering thighs, he continued until she bucked tightly. Zar felt the tremor of satisfaction rip through her body. Saw the tears leaking down her face.

He licked his lips, tasting her heat on his tongue and shaking his shoulders out in satisfaction. Si-Moon’s hands fell limply in the grass and Zar folded her tunic back in place for her. Next, he gathered her in his arms and held her close.

“Si-Moon,” he growled, “I will mate you.” Zar pressed a kiss to her head. “But we must get on our way now while it is still light. It is not safe here.”

She did not respond.

Zar shook her softly, concern leaking into his tone. “Si-Moon?”

Still nothing.

Denizi.

Had he broken her?

Thirteen

Simone

Zar looked into her eyes.His damp fingers gripped her shoulder and shook it urgently. “Si-Moon.”

She wanted to respond.

She did.

But Simone couldn’t feel her legs right now. She was limp as a noodle. Like a rag that had been soaked and then squeezed to within an inch of its life.

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