Page 22 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
Yes, more.Everything, a depraved voice slithered into his brain. It sounded like him, but almost manic in his need for her.
It was humbling, to be so debilitatingly close to losing his control, especially for a being who was renowned for his cold restraint. There was a reason Rynar used his words as his preferred weapon–he kept his distance from enemies and allies alike. And when those didn’t work, his fierceness in battle was renowned. It had been honed at the best academy in all the Nines, after all.
But Alissia drew him away from that restraint. Something inside her called out to him like the early spring winds that brought life into Deruzia’s deserts each year.
And Rynar seemed to draw out her basic instincts as well.
The little moan she’d graced his ears with back in his office was nothing compared to the sharp inhales and exhales that warmed his cheek. Her fingers set blazing trails across his back as her own blood pumped faster through her veins.
Rynar could hear it.
He wanted to taste it.
He couldn’t, of course. But he could pretend. For one moment. One breath.
Just like they were pretending right now that whatever this minute of passion was fit into their plan. Or maybe they weren’t. It was hard to tell anymore.
All Rynar knew was that he wanted to kiss her neck.
So he did. As reluctant as he was to leave the sweetness of her lips, tasting the soft skin on her neck aroused him even more. She smelled luscious and decadent, like his wildest fantasies sprung to life.
He gently cupped her cheek as Alissia threw her head back, exposing more of her neck to his mouth.
That simple gesture almost undid him. Alissia, who was usually so guarded, let herself be vulnerable in his arms. It was maddening.
His tongue drew nonsensical patterns on her neck, trailing down to her clavicle. He nipped gently at the skin. His fangs hurt with the need to plunge them inside her and feel the essence of her spilling onto his lips.
Those were the old Deruzian instincts the elders warned his generation about. The warrior spirit, still not quenched by millenia of progress.
Alissia pushed her chest against him, another sweet moan falling from her reddened lips. Rynar had never heard a more alluring sound. He wanted to bottle it up and listen to it in his loneliest moments.
Who needed words when they had such sweet music as this?
Alissia rubbed her cheek against his palm, like a feline. His thumb grazed the edge of her lips. It was enough to make Rynar groan, but he stifled that urge as soon as it sprung to life. He was too occupied with nipping at Alissia’s clavicle.
But then her lips wrapped around his thumb.
Her tongue swirled around the tip.
And Rynar was lost.
He raised his head in a flash, mesmerized by the way her mouth moved. Their gazes met.
Alissia drew his hand away slowly, not taking her eyes from his. His thumb slid out of her mouth with a loud pop.
There was satisfaction in her deep green gaze. Triumph.
Then her eyes widened to a size Rynar had thought biologically impossible.
“What the hell did I just do?” she whispered, sounding horrified.
She’d almost driven Rynar mad with want, that’s what.
“Whydid I do that?” she went on, talking to herself as her frantic gaze ping-ponged along the floor, as if she could find the answer hidden underneath the rug.
Her body stiffened in his arms as realization slowly seeped into her mind.
Then her gaze flashed back to his. It was no longer satisfied.
