Page 38 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“Don’t stop,” Alissia moaned.
“Never,” Rynar found himself saying.
Deruzians had few deities, but Rynar believed in all of them right now, because what was happening had to have come from a higher power.
Alissia was moving against him with all the freedom he’d wanted to see on her, her lush hair framing her face. The fireplace crackled behind her, bathing her in an otherworldly glow.
She looked like Treis, the third deity of the Nines, who had covered the world in light and brought life to the Deruzian deserts.
Rynar had never seen a more glorious being in his life.
As Alissia sped up, her movements became more hectic. Wanting. Needing.
“That’s it.” Rynar flexed his fingers inside her. He needed to satisfy her. It was an instinct. “Let go, I’ll catch you.”
Her eyes, which had been unfocused and darker, snapped to his. Rynar was taken aback by the vulnerability he saw in them. As if Alissia didn’t believe him. As if she was afraid.
“I promise,” he said without a hint of hesitation.
Alissia must have heard the truthfulness in his words. Her gaze turned softer. Happy.
And right there, in those gorgeous green eyes of hers, Rynar saw what he had been waiting for. A glimmer of trust. It shined through, coursing through his chest, right into his twin hearts.
Then all logic vanished. Their instincts took over, guiding them into a frenzy. Time seemed to disappear as Alissia rocked against him. Rynar’s lips found every inch of exposed skin, kissing, licking, nibbling. Their words and moans and groans fused together.
“Do you like it?”
“Just like that.”
“Nines, you’re amazing.”
“Don’t stop. Yes!”
Her muscles gripped him hard and fast, as her body shook from her release. The world around them stilled as Alissia came, pulsing around Rynar’s fingers. The energy emanating from her washed over him. His groan shook the windows.
Finally, Alissia collapsed against his chest, face hidden in the crook of his neck. A pure male satisfaction coursed through him as he listened to her shallow breaths and the frantic beat of her heart.
He’d done that. He’d made her come undone in his arms. It had been glorious.
He liked the silence that followed, too. It was comforting. Intimate.
Everything he’d always thought he should avoid.
Alissia’s left hand uncoiled from his horn, sliding down his body until she reached his chest. She placed her palm right above his hearts; they beat just as fast as hers, if not more.
“This…this doesn’t change anything, right?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“We’re still following the plan, right? Marrying tomorro–”
“Yes,” he said as fast as Deruzian possible.
“Okay,” she said, the sound more purr than word.
She seemed happy. But Rynar still felt the need to check.
“I liked that,” Rynar said, barely recognizing his own voice. It was raspy and low. “Did you?”
