Page 21 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
She didn’t.
Two more seconds.
Two more seconds of these sweet sensations coursing through her.
She closed her eyes, intent on feeling every single one of them.
“Alissia?” Rynar’s voice vibrated from behind her.
Alissia bit her lower lip, trying so very hard not to tilt her hips back. “Yes?”
When he didn’t reply, she opened her eyes and turned. He was so close. Their lips almost touched.
“I’d very much like to kiss you again,” he whispered.
All Alissia could do was nod and close her eyes as his lips captured hers.
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She was exquisite.
In every small breath.
Every hesitant touch of her hands on his shoulders.
Each sharp inhale as his tongue danced against hers.
It was impossible for Rynar to stop his fangs from extending fully the second he tasted Alissia again. This wasn’t the chaste kiss back at the office, when he thought he had something to prove in order to convince her to marry him.
This was pure lust, raging through his every cell. It was unstoppable, this deep hunger he had for her.
It caught him off guard enough to make him reign back all those instincts he’d never known he had.
Instead of coiling around Alissia’s waist and drawing her into him, Rynar’s palms settled on her hips, spreading across her lower back as gently as his spiraling mind allowed. The fact that she flexed her hips against his did not help.
At all.
What sorcery was this?
Some ancient Earthen spell that only Alissia could wield on him. There was no other explanation.
His twin hearts seemed to ignite the moment her small human hands wrapped around his neck, pulling herself up. Her movements were soft, almost hesitant at first. But then she found her courage.
Next thing he knew, her long nails were digging into the back of his neck. Rynar was powerless to stop the groan that erupted from the back of his throat, vibrating straight into Alissia.
It only spurred her on. Her touches became more urgent, the kiss more frantic, as their tongues twisted together in a maddening crescendo.
Rynar didn’t know how much more of this sacred torture he could take.
A need pulsed inside him that told him Alissia was his and his alone. Even the thought of her with another–male, human, Deruzian, Nines, even Quillon–was impossible.
He should not have these thoughts. But he did, and they were deep and primal and sunk their claws into his mind and didn’t let go.
They only deepened along with the kiss.
His right hand wandered to the nape of her neck, tilting her head so he could taste more of her.
