Page 35 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“Yes,” she sighed as Rynar claimed her lips once more.
She’d never felt so alive.
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RYNAR
As soon as Rynar's arms wrapped around Alissia’s lithe body, everything felt right again. The turmoil that had been haunting him had evaporated the second he tasted her soft lips again.
When his tongue trailed down her neck, her blood buzzed underneath her skin. Her soft sigh exhilarated him.
Zinny must have sensed his presence was unwanted. With a disgruntled puff, he leaped off the counter and wandered away. With his Deruzian senses, Rynar heard him jump on his favorite spot in the house and the only one he wasn’t allowed to be in–Rynar’s bed.
Rynar didn’t care. All his attention was enveloped by Alissia.
With the last shreds of logic, Rynar turned the both of them toward the living room, then toward the sprawling couch waiting behind. His instincts screamed at him to fall on top of the soft fabric and cover Alissia’s body with his own.
The sound of her moans still haunted him. Then, they’d only been standing, fully clothed. He could only imagine how she would react if his hands ran up her glorious legs, lifting her dress, and not stopping until she screamed his name. Over and over again.
He could make her feel good. So good.
But first, he wanted to make her feel safe.
Her moans could wait. What Rynar craved most was the glimmer of trust in her beautiful green eyes that sparked with life and fire and had mesmerized him since they’d met. There was an ocean of intelligence behind them, waiting to burst.
He guided them both toward the couch and sat down. Side by side, facing each other, not breaking the kiss.
He was more than happy to let her set the pace–this time.
Being a lawyer had helped Rynar hone his observational skills, even with humans. A jittery accountant who kept touching the back of his neck during a deposition, as if trying to protect himself. The lone glance a witness instinctually gave to the plaintiff. The same pace two secret lovers had when walking together.
They all painted a picture none of them wanted anyone to see. But Rynar did.
And right now, even with his mind overtaken with lust, he saweverything. Because each of his senses had been captured by Alissia.
How the junction of her neck smelled of lush perfume, a bit overpowering at first, then sweet and warm, like a bud that opened into a flower. The soft sighs when Rynar ran his hand down her spine. How she’d worn a green dress, his favorite color.
They all formed a fascinating vision that washer.
But he also noticed other details.
While Alissia was tough and untouchable in the office, wearing her clever words like a shield, she almost felt shy in his arms.
She kissed him back with as much passion as he had for her–the fire lying dormant underneath was begging to break free. But her touches were almost hesitant at first. As if she was subconsciously waiting to see if he liked the way her fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck, before she dug her nails into his skin.
Rynar wanted her completely relaxed around him. He wanted to see her passion worn plainly, without fear or uncertainty.
He understood. He was desperate to make her feel good, as well.
Even one of her looks felt like a caress against his twin hearts.
He liked everything she did–and he had a clever tongue, too.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered against her lips, gliding his fingers along her collarbone.
“Thank–thank you,” she whispered back.
Rynar dipped his head in the junction of her neck, inhaling deeply. “And you smell amazing.”
