Page 34 of Her Alien Neighbor

Whether the end result means Trevor lives or dies, it does not matter. With every part of me, I will do what is necessary to keep Vanessa safe. It is what Lady Norton would have wanted. It is also what I want. In fact, there is nothing I have ever wanted more.

“Mmm,” Vanessa mumbles sleepily, nuzzling closer. “Jussa lil’ longer.”

Once the front door is locked and the house is dark, I carry Vanessa into the bedroom and pull back the covers. I gently place her on the bed and tuck her in. She makes a few nonsensical protests when I release her, and I do my best to remain silent. It is difficult, however, with how adorably displeased she looks, even when unconscious.

I brush a hair off her nose and tell myself to turn off her bedside light and go. Yet, my feet remain planted. I…cannot leave her. I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, wishing there was more I could give her––Trevor’s head on a stake, for instance––wishing there was more I could do to ease her agony.

The moment my lips leave her skin, her arms wrap around my neck. Surprised, I say, “You are awake.”

“I am now,” she says before lifting her head off the pillow and pressing her lips against mine.

My draxilio purrs in response.She wants us.

Her actions leave me stunned. I am frozen in place as she kisses me, unsure if it is appropriate for me to respond at all. Pulling back, I stroke her cheek. “We should not.”

“Why not?” she whispers, tilting her chin up, reaching for me with those dangerous lips of hers.

“After what happened tonig––”

She puts a finger to my lips. “I don’t want to think about it anymore. I want to forget.” She traces my bottom lip, then her finger trails down my chin, along my throat, until she reaches the top button of my shirt. She undoes the first button, then the second. “Axil,” she moans, “make me forget.”

I cover her hand with mine, stopping her from undressing me further. It takes a tremendous amount of willpower, and my draxilio growls incessantly at my actions, but I must resist, if only so I can do this right. Lifting her hand, I press my lips to her palm. “You have been drinking tonight,” I point out, “I will not take advantage.”

She gasps the moment she feels the tip of my tongue flick against her skin. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage,” she whispers. “I sobered up after…you know.”

“Yes,” I say, nodding. “And we will not speak of it again.” My lips move to her wrist, then the inside of her forearm, then her elbow. “It would be my honor,” I whisper, dropping her hand, and leaning over her as I plant a kiss just beneath her ear, “to help you forget.”

Vanessa groans as her head lolls to the side, giving me better access to her neck. I feel her reach between us as she rips the covers off her body and pulls me closer. She cups my face in both hands, turning me toward her. Her eyes search mine, and for a moment, my heart lodges in my chest. Are my eyes red? They do not feel itchy, but is itchiness something we will all experience? They felt itchy for a brief moment when I came close to kissing her in the basement. It was a frightening moment in which I was sure my entire world had turned upside down. Have they turned…for her? That worry fades when her mouth curls up on one side into a smile. I do not know what she sees in my gaze, but I am relieved it is something that brings her joy, and not fear. She deserves nothing less this night.

I kiss her slowly, savoring every little sound that escapes her. Her tongue slides along my bottom lip, and I meet it with mine, eager to explore the depths of her wicked mouth. The taste of her drink lingers from earlier, but it cannot match her natural sweetness. No, hers is a flavor too rich, too lovely, that it compares to nothing else in this world. In this universe, even.

Her arousal scent fills the air like a cloud around my head, making me dizzy with want. But this is about Vanessa and seeing to her needs. My desire can wait.

“You should know…um,” she trails off, her voice shaky. “I can’t have sex. I mean, I can,” she quickly amends, “technically, but I won’t enjoy it. Everything but actual sex, though, I can do. I don’t know what it is, but ever since…that night, my body just sort of shuts down, um, down there when things get close to the main event.” She points between her legs, though I knew what she meant without the gesture.

“It is fine, Vanessa,” I tell her reassuringly. “We will not do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

She bites her lip. “It’s not that I don’t want to…”

I tilt her chin up until her eyes meet mine. “We will go as slow as you need. I am in no rush.”

She chuckles, her expression skeptical. “Every guy says that at first, but eventually they get tired of waiting for me to come around. Then they bail.”

I plant my hands on either side of her on the mattress and hold myself above her. “I am not like other men.”

She sucks in a breath as she parts her thighs for me.

Reaching out, I cup her breast, a growl rumbling through my chest at how perfectly it fits in my hand. I acquaint myself with the weight of it, the softness, and smile against her mouth the moment I feel her nipple harden into a stiff peak. Kissing down her chin, then her neck, I push up the fabric of her shirt, exposing the smooth, tanned skin of her stomach. Vanessa is soft everywhere, but particularly here, and I deem myself a spoiled male with such a splendid canvas to worship. My tongue traces the silver lines surrounding her belly button as my hands work to undo the clasp of her bra, situated between her breasts.

Thirteen years on this planet, and I have yet to find a reason these mystifying contraptions exist at all. They are difficult to remove, and they hide, trap, and tame the most magnificent part of a woman’s body. Shameful.

With enough fumbling, her heavy breasts spill free, and my mouth waters at the sight of them. I make it a point to watch Vanessa as I look up at her through my lashes, my mouth hovering above one dusky pink tip, less than an inch away. “I want to kiss you here. May I?”

“Mmm,” she moans. Her mouth is pink and swollen from my kiss, and her hair wild. She is the most stunning creature I have ever laid eyes on.

I do not move my head, I merely part my lips, and with a frustrated, impatient groan, she arches her back, feeding her nipple into my mouth. The taste of her is divine, the salty sweetness of her skin causing my cock to throb against my thigh. My pants continue to tighten to an uncomfortable degree, but I ignore it, focusing my energy on sucking and nibbling her nipple, as her body begins to tremble.

“Axil?” she whimpers as if asking a question.

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