Page 46 of The Alien's Private Redemption

Her legs trembled and he could feel her anticipation through their Bond. He needed to taste her there almost as much as she wanted him to. Slow, deliberate licks across the top of her mound had her thrusting her hips up until his tongue slipped between her folds.

Pleasure exploded across his tongue as she moaned, then flooded through his body as she shared what every stroke did to her. He discovered the bundle of nerves that set her legs twitching, where it was connected to other nerves that exploded with a gentle pressure from his hand, effectively keeping her pinned in place for his enjoyment.

She'd screamed herself hoarse before he could drag himself away. When he did, she was truly a feast for his senses. Her skin was flushed all over, breath ragged, lips plump and rosy from their earlier kiss, hair disheveled from writhing across the bed, and limbs spread and open for him.

His kilt was still on and he remembered how she'd shivered when the leather from his traditional attire had scraped against her skin in her dream. He covered her with his body, the wool from his kilt rubbing against her soft inner thighs, and she shivered.

With a tender lick along her neck, Zoric let her feel the weight of him between her thighs. Her desire for him sang across their Bond, and he shared how much he needed what was going to happen next.

"We have unfinished business," he breathed against her ear, and she shivered.

"Yes, we do," she answered, and kissed along his cheek and chin. Everywhere she could reach felt the press of her lips and he sank into the soft feelings that accompanied the actions.As heated and passionate as they had been so far, he hadn't expected tenderness from her, not just then.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked. The question was rhetorical because he knew just how prepared she was for him. But he wanted to hear her say it, wanted to hear how much she wanted him inside her.

"Yes," she answered. "I think I might die if you don't take me soon."

"Oh," he said with a chuckle. "We can't have that, can we?"

She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with heat and humor.

With a lift of his hips, Zoric pushed the kilt out of the way and positioned himself at her entrance. She was so soft and warm, he couldn't help but let his head slip in, then he pushed a little more.

Whatever Angela had thought he felt like in her dream, she still wasn't expecting the stretch as he pushed into her. Her breath hitched and her eyes rolled back as he invaded her to her very core. He bottomed out just as the last of him was welcomed into her heat and he felt the satisfaction of knowing they were made for each other.

As satisfied as she'd been by his tongue, hunger woke in her as soon as she was filled, and Zoric was happy to give her everything he could. He opened his side of their Bond completely and let her feel everything he felt as he started to move inside her.

Her first orgasm crashed over them, pulling a surprised gasp from Angela's throat, and Zoric grinned with satisfaction. A few moments later, the second one crashed through her and across their Bond, drawing a pained sound from his throat.

They had just gotten started and he wanted to make it last. If she kept pushing him closer to the edge, it would be over far too quickly. So, as loathe as he was to do so, he muted her reactionsacross their Bond, determined to only use them as a guide for what she wanted.

It didn't work as well as he wanted it to because he was still lost in his own pleasure, surrounded by the softest part of her, and flooded with all her emotions.

Desire and need were at the front, as they were for him, but an unexpected tenderness lay beneath it all, and another emotion he hesitated to give a name to, in case naming it caused it to disappear into the ether.

They were racing for the finish, both of them determined to take the other over with them, when a sudden memory of what had happened last time flashed through him. Fear made him stutter, breaking the rhythm that was driving over them, and pulling them both back from the precipice.

"What's wrong?" Angela gasped, though he could tell she knew.

"Nothing," he lied. But it wasn't really a lie, was it? There wasn't anything actually wrong. He just couldn't bring them both over that edge.

"Why did you stop?" she asked.

"Are you okay?" he asked instead of answering. He felt her searching along their Bond for the answer and he shut it down. Somehow, Angela knowing that he was scared was worst than not finishing.

"I'm fine," she told him, her hand stroking down his cheek. "Just worried about you."

She knew. He didn't know how she knew but she did.

"I'm fine," he said, and he knew it was a lie.

Angela stared at him for a long moment, her legs tightening around him when she shifted just slightly. They both moaned with the feel of her moving around him and he thought he might be able to get there after all.

"I think we should call Ae-cha," she told him.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been splashed down his back. Why would she want to call the lizardwoman in there? Was he not enough? Had all the pleasure he'd given her been ruined by the last few minutes?

"If you want to, certainly," he said. "Though I don't think you're her type."

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