Page 5 of Zimon's Bride
Every stroke of his hard cock soothed that aching need I’d felt from the moment we met face-to-face. Fucking him while looking into each other’s eyes was an incredible turn-on that made me feel more than a little possessive of this male in my arms.
I felt like I could almost see into his soul, and he could see into mine. While I didn’t entirely understand our bond, I could feel it. Soon our hips slammed together as Zimon pounded into me. He took me through two orgasms before we finally released together. The sensation of his hot seed streaming against my womb made me come even harder than before.
Zimon roared, and I mean like a big cat, as he came, then collapsed heavily on top of me, still inside me. He raised himself a little on his forearms and knees so I could breathe, and he started purring. It was sweetly soothing to feel those vibrations against my chest.
“Mm, Zimon, you were incredible!”
“As were you,meomee.”He smiled at me with genuine affection, and two things dawned on me. He had fucked me like someone he loved, not a stranger he had only just met… And he was still hard inside me. This was going to take a while, and I didn’t think I minded at all.
We went a few more times until I was exhausted, and Zimon finally waned. I fell asleep in his arms and woke in them hours later. I could hardly believe I was horny again after we had fucked for hours.
Zimon was certainly ready for more, with his erection resting lengthwise in the crack of my ass.
He was mine! The thought made me blissfully happy. I was starting to understand the feline phases of bonding. After such a prolonged physical and emotional connection, I felt abundant affection for Zimon. However, I didn’t know him yet, except for what was in his matchmaking profile and that he was a terrific and considerate lover.
I basked in his warm skin against mine and the strength of the arms that held me tenderly and protectively. I felt safe, and the memory of my ordeal was already dimming….
Right after I said that, a series of chimes sounded from the door. I thought it was like a doorbell, although, in a way, it was.
“That would be our sustenance,” said Zimon.
As soon as he said that, I realized I was famished and thirsty, too. My last food was an energy drink and a protein bar while in sick bay. That was probably 12 hours ago.
Zimon gave the command in a different language, and his cabin door opened to allow an autocart laden with food to enter.
“Oh, that smells wonderful,” I said.
Zimon rolled out of bed on the other side and walked around to put on his robe. I sat up, took the hint, and pulled mine on. Apparently, he had also suddenly discovered that he was hungry as well.
“Let’s sit at the dining station. That will be easier for both of us.”
He took the seat facing the door, and I sat opposite him. I assumed he chose the back seat because it gave him a view of the door so he could protect me better. Of course, we were relatively safe on the Alliance warship.
Zimon started taking the covers off the dishes on the cart. I recognized some cuisines as earth foods while others looked completely alien. He took one of the two plates and started putting some of the alien-looking food that he thought I would like on the plate, and he handed the plate to me to pick other food I recognized.
Considering the food was military issue, it was quite delicious. Either that or it seemed that way because I was so hungry. Mindful of what was on the agenda after our meal, I was careful not to overeat.
As I sat across from Zimon, it hit me again just how attractive he was. This male was my mate and husband-to-be. We would be married according to Narovian customs, which didn’t sound so different from marriage customs here.
I had considered having a private ceremony with my family before leaving for Narova. But I didn’t know if my parents would be over their initial horror that I wanted to marry an alien.
They would have to get used to the idea because there was no going back. Nor did I want to.
I was thoroughly enjoying breakfast with Zimon. He was a charming and playful dining partner while at the same time giving me smoldering looks that promised a whole lot more hot sex.
That happened sooner than I expected in the shower. Normally, shower sex might be awkward, but not if you had a partner as strong as Zimon.
It started with a soul-stirring kiss that set my whole body on fire. Then he lifted me like I weighed nothing and pressed me against the shower wall. I was slick and throbbing for him when he slid his cock into me, and I wrapped my legs around him.
He banged me hard against the smooth wall until I came so hard that I screamed under the warm mist surrounding us. It was so good. I kept murmuring that to him as we kissed tenderly afterward.
I love him! I thought, how could that be possible? More like I loved fucking him. But everything in his matchmaking profile indicated he was a man of honor and an upstanding citizen. Plus, during our long video talk, we shared much about ourselves. Maybe lust was coloring my feelings for him. Still, my feelings started before exposure to the pheromones that hyped up my libido.
But I remember every single day I spent on that slave ship, wishing I would get the chance to be with the male who I believed would be the love of my life.
Chapter Five
Zimon
