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Safe.The word echoed in her consciousness.Not only do I miss Merokk when he’s gone, but I feel protected when I’m in his company.
Her very life rested in his hands, but he’d promised not to hurt her, and she still believed him. And becoming his wife wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to her. Quite the opposite, in fact. The idea of being parted from him filled her with sadness and she hoped he never found out the truth about her.Please don’t let him find out.
He leaned down to press his lips to hers, and she melted into him, reveling in the tenderness of his kiss. He clutched her face in his hands and pulled away, his gaze once again heated. His nostrils flared and he breathed in deep, as if savoring the scent of her. She flushed anew.
He released her face and grasped her hand, shepherding her behind the berry bushes, where a lush grassy area stretched between the bushes and a cluster of tall but thin trees. The branches of these trees reminded her of a weeping willow, though they were a soft lavender hue, and so very beautiful.
She shot him a questioning look, but when he lowered himself in the grass, taking her with him, she quickly realized his intent. A heated wave stole over her as he carefully guided her onto her hands and knees, then flipped up her dress.
Anticipation hummed through her and she didn’t protest when he drew her panties down, exposing her to his gaze. She felt his eyes upon her and arched her back slightly, offering herself to him. She ached for him to fill her up, but she also ached for the intimacy of being claimed by him, longed for the emotional connection.
Maybe he would take her slowly, tenderly, or perhaps he would pound into her like a beast possessed. But either way, they would join their bodies as one, and in the end, he would hold her in his arms. He would hold her as if he loved her, and for a few minutes she could pretend just that.
He might even carry her inside and tend to her, cleaning her off and taking care of her, as was often his habit. At first, this tendency of his had embarrassed her, particularly when he wiped his seed from her inner thighs or sponged off her wet core, but she no longer shied away from his gentle ministrations.
She heard a rustle behind her and realized he must be unfastening his pants. Freeing his cock. Her lower tummy clenched with eagerness.
Soon, she felt the hardness of his manhood pressing at her opening. But he didn’t push inside quite yet. Instead, he dragged his shaft along the seam of her pussy lips, teasing her with the promise of penetration.
Whimpers left her throat and she shuddered. He pressed one hand on her lower back, forcing her ass to thrust up higher. To her mortification, he then grasped her bottom, holding a cheek in each hand, and pulled her wide apart. She gasped, knowing that he had a full view of everything between her thighs, even the pucker between her ass cheeks.
A growl resounded from him, and she cried out when he suddenly drove into her womanly core a moment later, a deep hard thrust that sent a jolt of ecstasy through her limbs.
The sounds of a fierce mating session filled the greenhouse, echoing off the glass walls. He pounded into her with punishing force and his balls slapped heavily against her clit, driving her closer to the precipice of a blissful release.
It didn’t take long for waves of pleasure to take her under, and she gasped through the powerful climax, even as Merokk continued driving into her without pause.
He grasped her hair and tugged on it, and the slight pain sent a burst of sensation straight to her nether region.
A small eternity later, he tensed, and she felt his cock undulating inside her, pulsing so fast it was practically vibrating, as he erupted into her with a ferocious roar that shook the lavender branches of the nearby trees.
What happened next was a blur. She slumped forward, no longer able to hold herself up. But she became aware of her husband pulling her panties up and fixing her dress in place. And then she was in his arms as he carried her out of the greenhouse.
His lips danced along her ear, eliciting goosebumps.
“My sweet little one,” he said, “let’s go inside and get you all cleaned up. In fact, we can take a long, relaxing bath together. How does that sound?”
She emitted a dreamy sigh. “Like heaven.”
Chapter 19
The caféin downtown DC buzzed with American government workers and a few Kall warriors garbed in black and gray. Their presence didn’t bother Fiona the way it would’ve in Camp Syracuse. Two months around Merokk, his servants, and his friends had put her at ease, though it still felt strange to be out in public, particularly after weeks spent in the refugee camp.
DC seemed like another world compared to Camp Syracuse, though she supposed it was because reconstruction efforts had first begun in the nation’s capital. Perhaps in a few months, other areas of the country would finally start to return to normal—or at least some semblance of normal. With the Kall occupation, life would never be the same as it once was. Mankind would always live under the shadow of the alien warriors who’d conquered Earth.
Layla smiled at her from across the table and Fiona tried her best to smile in return. The president’s advisor had treated her kindly thus far, and apparently, she’d been good friends with Betsy Carson. Fiona wasn’t sure if Layla had asked her to lunch today in order to keep up with appearances or so she could check up on her. Maybe President Carson was indeed worried Fiona might screw up and endanger human-Kall relations.
“Your mother is doing well,” Layla whispered, leaning across the table. “I checked with the doctors who are treating her. I-I thought you’d want to know.”
Fiona breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I was hoping you knew something. I really appreciate you checking in on her.”
“It’s the least I could do,” Layla said.
“Could you tell me the comm number for the medical resort? So I-I might call and check in myself? I would be discreet, of course, and I would only call when Merokk is out of the house.”
Layla’s visage darkened. “I’m so sorry, but I don’t know the comm number or how to get in direct contact with the medical resort. To check on your mother, I had to go through one of President Carson’s other aides.”
“They don’t trust you?” Fiona asked incredulously.
