Page 90 of The Alien's Private Redemption

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.

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.

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