Page 11 of Chosen By the Alien

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But now?

Now I want todrownin this. In him.

Tahl brushes a thumb over my lower lip. “It is okay,” he says. “You are still yourself.”

I choke out a breath. “I don’t know who that is right now.”

“You are curious. You are open. That is all that matters.”

I close my eyes and lean into him again, chasing his mouth. Our lips connect, and this time it’smewho deepens it. I tug him closer. His bare chest presses into my t-shirt, and I feel every inch of heat, every ripple of that inhuman muscle. My hands explore without thought, over the smooth dip of his back, down to the subtle swell of his hips. I wantmore. Not just the kiss: everything.

And still, he doesn’t rush. He lets me lead, lets me find my rhythm. His tongue dances with mine, slow and sinuous. His hands are patient, reverent. It’s the softest kind of worship, and I don’t know how long we stay like this, mouths wet and open, breathless and tangled.

Eventually, he breaks the kiss again, resting his forehead to mine.

I’m gasping.

Sweating.

Hard as stone beneath my jeans.

My pulse pounds between my legs.

Tahl brushes my hair back. “You taste like heat.”

I laugh, breathless. “You taste like trouble.”

That smile again, the quiet, unreadable one. Like he already knows how this ends.

He lifts my chin. “Do you want more?”

I should say no.

I should stand up and leave the room. But I don’t. I don’t move at all.

His question hangs in the air, soft and charged. My chest rises and falls as I stare at him. At the alien man with glowing eyes, warm skin, and lips that just ruined me.

I’m trembling.

Not with fear.

With need.

The kind that doesn’t listen to logic.

And I don’t have an answer. Not yet. Not out loud.

But I don’t leave.

I stay.

I breathe him in, still tasting him on my lips, my mouth still parted, hungry for something I can’t name.

And his hands, those impossibly warm hands, settle on my thighs, anchoring me to this moment, this strange, terrifying,beautifulmoment.

“I think I want to know what it feels like.”

Tahl’s breath catches. “To be wanted?”

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