Page 45 of The Alien's Private Redemption

When she shook her head, he leaned forward on the counter.

"I would very much like to see you naked and taste every inch of you."

Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a breathy laugh. "I'd like to touch your skin and feel your scales with my fingers, my lips, and my breasts."

"I would like to make you breakfast in the morning," Zoric said. "Though I worry about my ability to cook you something you would like to eat. And I would like to have you in my bed at night, so I can taste you for dessert before we both collapse in satisfaction."

This was not the conversation she'd expected when he said they needed to talk. "All of that sounds lovely," she said.

"Now, tell me about your boundaries. Things you like, things you dislike, things you'd be willing to try?"

Angela relaxed into the conversation, using their Bond to send nuances to likes and dislikes that she'd never been able to convey to someone in the past. Every stated preference and desireraised the heat building between them until she was squirming on her stool, waiting for him to take her to bed.

Thankfully, he read her eagerness for what it was and stepped around the counter to pull her into his arms.

"There's something I'd like to try," he said. "And I've only managed it once. Are you willing to forgive me if I can't manage it?"

"Of course," she said. The hesitation and fear she felt from him hurt her in ways she hadn't realized were possible. How could he possibly think she would reject him now? After everything they'd been through?

He leaned forward, his mouth a breath away from hers, and shifted. Only his mouth and nose changed but they became softer, more human. With a hunger he'd never let her feel across their Bond before, he pulled Angela to his chest and crashed his mouth against hers.

Their lips and tongues danced, reveling in the taste and texture of each other, until Zoric lifted her up on the counter and pushed her thighs wide. A hard ridge stood out beneath his kilt and he rubbed it against the seam of her pants.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hands slid under her ass, lifting her up and rubbing her against him. Angela broke the kiss with a gasp when the first flutters of ecstasy threatened to overwhelm her. His mouth changed back to his lizardman form and his tongue flicked out over her pulse in her neck.

"Bed. Now." she demanded and he didn't stop to ask if she was certain, he just lifted her and nearly sprinted to the bedroom.

Chapter 20

Zoric saw the cloth falling away from Angela in strips and he had the vague feeling he should apologize to her for it.

Eventually.

Certainly neither of them seemed interested in apologies or words as they explored each other’s flesh. Buttons popped as she pushed his shirt off so she could feel his scales with her lips and fingertips. Strong arms around his shoulders pulled her up so she could bite his neck the way she had in the dream and he nearly lost it right there.

The slow, deliberate pace they'd enjoyed on the plane had given way to a frantic need to be closer that he couldn't regret. Desire sang along their Bond and Zoric embraced it. Whatever reservations Angela had felt had burned away in the heat between them.

"I want to taste you," he growled against her ear.

"So taste me," she said, her voice breathy with desire. "I need you."

His tongue licked over her neck and collarbone, picking up the taste of sweat and hormones that he'd missed in the dream. The delicate texture of her skin called to him and he took a slower lick, savoring every flavor and nuance.

Her hands roamed over his back and chest, pulling him against her until it was a struggle to move without her scraping his chin over her delicate skin.

So he did.

The scales on his skin scraped gently at the flesh of her plump breasts and he opened his mouth to gently nip and the mounded flesh when he closed his hands around them. She squealed with delight tinged with a breathless anticipation of pain. The tiny hint of pain shocked her but he could only feel her pleasure across their Bond.

His tongue flicked out and around her nipple before he pulled it between his lips. He couldn't properly suck on them but she didn't seem to mind the pressure and stretch when pulled just slightly until they popped out of his mouth.

More, she demanded across their Bond, then pulled his head back down to her breasts.

Zoric chuckled as he complied, more than willing to accommodate all her demands and desires. He laid her down on the bed, finding it more by feel than sight, and let his hands roam over her body while he indulged his senses in her.

The taste of her skin was intoxicating, every lick and pull of her nipples released more of her scent until he was nearly drowning in it. The sounds she made as he drove her pleasure higher pushed his own until they were caught in a mounting spiral of desire and need.

Eventually, he pulled away from her nipples and worked his way further down, lapping at the skin of her belly, savoring every inch as he worked his way lower to the moist center of her desire.

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