Page 74 of Claimed by an Alien Warrior

She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, her eyebrows falling low. “What doesthatmean?”

His brow furrowed with a blend of confusion and mild alarm; even though he was a different species, it seemed he, too, was hardwired to recognize the danger when a woman used that tone.

“Female aligarii have a slit. It is in the same place, but it is essentially hidden. Obviously, for your kind, things are a bit more…exposed.”

Zoey pressed her thighs together and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly very self-conscious.

“No,” he said firmly as he sat up, making no effort to mask his nudity. His upper hands pulled her arms away from her breasts, and his lower hands slid between her thighs, forcing them apart. He cupped her pelvis, sliding a finger into her sex.

Zoey gasped, abandoning her brief struggle. She grasped his upper biceps to steady herself.

“This is beautiful to me,” he said. One of his hands closed over her breast. “This is beautiful.” He touched her hips, her stomach, her legs; her hair, neck and face. “All of this is beautiful, Zoey. In partbecauseit is different. Because it isyou.”

Her eyes strung with tears. Her first instinct was to mistrust his words, but she knew he was being honest. Shefelthis sincerity. There was no disgust in his eyes, no regret. He was touchingher and seeing her.In the light.

“You see me,” she said quietly.

“I have since that first night.” He removed his hand from between her thighs — not without reluctance — and slid both of his lower hands around her, cupping her backside to pull her close. “I will always see you,kun’ia.”

Zoey searched his eyes, all of them. When she blinked, her tears spilled, trailing down her cheeks, but she smiled despite them. “You called me that before. What does that word mean?”

He gently brushed way her tears with his thumb. “It is just something to call a person you care about.”

Zoey reached up and placed her hands on his jaw. “Then I also see you,kun’ia.”

Ren returned the smile, and the reflection in his eyes took on a more tender, sentimental cast. He closed them as he dipped his head down, pressing his forehead to hers. “It is late. We should rest, little human.”

“Considering this little human just had four orgasms, I think so.” Zoey grinned.

“Orgasm… Is that another word for climax?”

“Yes.”

“And you only had four?”

Zoey tilted her head back and narrowed her eyes in response to the mischievous tone in his voice.

“Surely we can do better,” he suggested.

“Um…”

Holy hell, what had she gotten herself into? From virtually no sex to being sexed to death.

Heh. What a way to go.

She raked her gaze over Rendash again, appreciating him in the lamplight. All things considered, she couldn’t let a small chance of death-by-sex deter her from having more of him — lily penis and all.

“Could I…be on top?” she asked. She trailed a finger down his torso, following the valleys between his ridges of muscle, and traced a circle around the tip of his erection with her fingertip. It jerked.

Grasping her hips, he lay back and drew her atop him. Zoey released a startled cry and laughed. Her laughter swiftly became a moan of pleasure as he simultaneously thrust upward and pulled her down onto his cock.

“For as long as you want,kun’ia,” he said.

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Rendash watched Zoey sleep, much as he had during their first night together. So much had changed since then, though only four days had passed. She’d kept her back to him and had lain as far away from him as possible without tumbling out of the bed that first night, whereas now she lay facing him, wrapped in his arms by her own choice. Much more than their sleeping positions had changed, though, and those changes had come long before they’d finally succumbed to mutual desire.

She seemed so at peace now, so happy, without worry or conflict on her face. Her breathing was easy, her body relaxed.

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