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"I promise you, I will never do anything I don't want to do when it comes to being intimate with you," Reese says, her words genuine. The softness of her expression is meant to soothe my worries, and it does an excellent job of it.
"I wanted to make sure that was clear," I say, standing a little taller. "And now that it is…"
"I want to bond," Reese says, her tone offering no room for argument. Not that she'll hear one from me. My shadows go stillacross her body, waiting for me to check with her, waiting to know if she truly understands what it means.
I take a deep breath and give Reese's hand a quick squeeze. "Do you know what that entails? Like what we have to do?"
The smile she gives me is absolutely wicked. "I don't, but you're going to show me."
CHAPTER 21
REESE
Breaking News! Images of Empress's apartment door are circulating on social media. Who is the pop star running from, and how dangerous are they?
Zill is such a good sport. He might balk at my suggestions or get embarrassed by the way I just tell him what I want. But he'll be the first in line to do whatever I ask.
Like right now, he's patiently waiting in the small airlock portion where the ships are connected because I told him I wanted to wear something special for the occasion. His ears turned scarlet, but his eyes glowed brighter. As patient as he is, though, I don't want him out there waiting forever.
Which is why I put on one of my easier costumes. I could wear the hot pink body suit. He likes it well enough, but I want something more special. And in this costume, he'll remember all the fun we had in it during the photoshoot.
I put on the sequin red body suit, skip the white tights, and add the cute little bunny mask because Zill deserves the whole look. I check myself in the mirror, making sure I look good. I'm more nervous about this only because of the profound impact it's about to have on my life. We've been messing around since a fewnights ago, but this will be the furthest we've gone. If things go right, it'll tie us to one another for the rest of our lives.
"You got this," I tell myself as I bend over, stick my hand into the bra cup of my top, and plump up one boob and then the other. When I stand back up, my cleavage is looking immaculate, and I'm ready to do this thing.
The door to the airlock slowly opens, and of course, Zill is on the other side looking much more handsome than he has any right to be. Where is my alien boyfriend who gets all flustered when the word cream gets mentioned anywhere in the vicinity of sex? Because right now he's looking at me with a simmering lust that's making me want to melt into a puddle. He steps closer to me, not saying anything, watching me with an intensity I haven't seen from him.
"Do you like it?" I ask, giving a little spin so he can see the whole outfit. Or rather, how little it covers.
Zill's hands are on my hips by the time I'm facing him again, and then I'm up in the air, squealing as he tosses me over his shoulder.
"You look gorgeous, Reese," he tells me as his shadows begin exploring every inch of my skin. One of them even pokes up underneath the mask as if he isn't quite sure what to make of it. He pokes around and then leaves quickly, more interested in other parts of my body. "And I want to enjoy every costume you have, but tonight, I need you."
Punctuating his statement is me being hauled over his shoulder. To my surprise, I'm not tossed onto the bed. I don't know why I expect to be tossed onto the bed, considering Zill has always been gentle with me. Instead, he lowers me softly to it. He crawls in on top of me, his hands on either side of my head, his knees parting my thighs.
"Zill," I say his name like a warning because he's moving awfully fast, and while I have no issue with that, there issomething I do take issue with. "I don't know what your plan is for getting me naked, but we're not ripping up my clothes in the process."
Zill rears back at that, his shadows stilling for a brief pause before they realize there's no issue and continue doing whatever it is they do when they're just busying themselves with touching me. Zill, on the other hand, cocks his head to the side, shifting his weight to one hand while the other lowers between us. He flutters his fingers down my neck, across the swell of my breasts, over my abdomen, before resting gently between my legs. I wiggle a bit, urging him to touch me more.
"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper as he begins to run his fingertips up and down.
"Okay for what?" I ask, arching my back, wanting even more of him. "I'm not going to come like this if that's what you mean."
I watch in amusement as Zill closes his eyes, trying to keep himself from being scandalized. I wonder if he'll ever stop acting as if all of this is taboo at some point. A part of me hopes he never does, because I like being the one to scandalize him. If he becomes desensitized to it, I'll have to come up with increasingly ridiculous things to say.
"You're a menace," Zill tells me, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of my mouth. I whine at him when he dodges my attempts to make it a real kiss. "We need to talk about what's about to happen."
"We're going to have sex," I tell him. He can't see it because the mask is blocking the top half of my head, but my eyebrows are wiggling.
Zill continues to stroke up and down in the same rhythmic swipes, the pressure remaining light and not nearly enough for anything other than teasing me. "We are, and I'm looking forward to it immensely, but there's more to it if you want to seal our bond."
"Is it weird?" I ask, my lips pulling up in a bright smile when Zill's cheeks flame bright red. "It is. What is it?"
"It's not weird for Sombrans," Zill says, trying to hide the laugh in his voice and failing miserably. His shadows aren't on the same page as him, or maybe he's the one curling them up around his body. Either way, they're all up around his torso, swirling around, waiting for him to tell me what's about to happen.
"Okay, well, as weird or not weird as it is, are you doing it fully clothed?" I ask, eyeing how he's still fully dressed and lying on top of me.
"No, but I don't want to get undressed until we talk about this, or I'm likely to just fuck you and worry about the rest another time," he says, only stumbling over the word fuck a little bit. "So, let me get through this part, and then you can decide if you want to make this bond permanent or if you want to wait. We'll be fine either way, just know that."
