Page 13 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
Soon, the gentle pecks were gone, replaced with urgent touches. Their lips melded together as Alissia licked the tip of his fangs. Rynar’s fingers twisted in the back of her shirt, feeling the soft ridges of her spine.
Alissia arched her back, pushing her chest against him. Rynar’s right hand glided up, tangling in the ends of her luxurious hair. The strands felt like water between her fingers.
Alissia moaned–then gasped in surprise.
She leaned back, eyes wide.
They stared at each other, caught off guard. Both were breathing heavily. They were still embracing.
This hadn’t gone as expected.
This wasn’t logical and calculated.
It was passionate and unrestrained.
Dangerous.
Alissia shook her head, stepping back from Rynar’s embrace. He instantly missed her body pressed against his, but all he could do was stare at her.
The flush on her neck had crawled up to her cheeks.
He wasn’t quite sure what to say. How was it that he could twist words into submission around others, but struggled to even form them around Alissia?
“Are you alright?” he found himself asking.
Alissia licked her lips. Her chest rose and fell with erratic breaths.
“Sure,” she said with a smile that seemed too wide. “Some people have rehearsal dinners. We had a rehearsal kiss. Makes pretending on the wedding day so much easier.”
A hurried emotion pierced Rynar’s chest. It felt too much like hope. “Isthata yes?”
Alissia blinked her stupor away, eyes darting anywhere but at him. “I–”
With each second that passed, Rynar became more tense.
If they kept this up, his wings were bound to spring out of his back. And if that didn’t ruin the mood, nothing would.
Finally, just when he felt like he couldn’t take it anymore, Alissia speared him with her unwavering gaze. “I need time to think about it.”
7
RYNAR
How much time?
That was the question which had plagued Rynar throughout the curious human concept of aweek-end. Deruzians didn’t take time off from work. Unless there was an urgency which prevented them to. Like losing an arm. Or an invasion.
Rynar had done his best to work during these days when he was forced out of the office, but he kept thinking about Alissia and her answer.
And her soft lips moving against his.
And the sweet moan which had vibrated from her chest into his.
She’d been haunting his mind.
Each time he thought about the kiss they’d shared in his office, his hands tensed. He pictured running them all over her body, tangling his long fingers in her luscious hair.
Each time his thoughts drifted in that direction, Rynar used all his self-control to bring himself back to reality and logic.
