Page 29 of Secretly Craved By My Monster Alien Boss

“You really are not,” he said gently. He had seen Deruzians die and had seen the impact it had on others and himself. Coming so close to death left its mark, in curious ways. “You are safe.”

“Because you saved me.” She huffed a laugh. “You–you saved me. You jumped after me.”

“I did.” Nazyn leaned toward her as Darcy snuggled closer.

“Why? You could have gotten hurt,” she mumbled, her warm breath tickling his lips.

They were close. Very close.

“I couldn’t let you die. Not now, not ever,” he murmured, distantly aware that his hands coiled around her back, drawing her body into his.

Darcy hadn’t been the only one affected by the fall. Now that Nazyn knew she was safe, his mind was slowly processing everything. With a start, he realized he’d been terrified of losing her.

The moment her body had swung into the ravine, Nazyn’s twin hearts had beaten with the sole purpose of rescuing her.

There was no other thing he could have done. Logical or not, it was reality.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice even softer, casting a mesmerizing spell over him.

The rest of the world faded around them.

Nazyn didn’t know which one moved first. But once their lips touched, he knew he’d never felt more alive.

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DARCY

Darcy was alive.

Darcy was alive and kissing Nazyn.

Darcy was alive and kissing Nazyn andlovingit.

The way his left hand cradled the small of her back while his right slid up, cupping the back of her neck. His lips tasted minty and sweet. He smelled absolutely sinful. And his tongue…

Darcy wasn’t sure biology allowed it to curl around hers the way it did, but she loved every stroke.

There was a primal fierceness to this kiss. Like they both wanted to feel alive. The way Nazyn commanded her lips was so at odds with the gentle way he held her.

His kiss was just like him, a mesh of opposites that shouldn’t work, but blended together in one hell of a being.

Adrenaline still pumped through her, but it was quickly being replaced with something Darcy had feared she’d lost forever on that awful, disgusting night when she’d felt so small.

Desire.

Raw, unabashed, unfiltered desire.

With each touch, Nazyn stoked the embers inside her, igniting her body.

Her hands traveled up his powerful chest, the one he’d cradled her to when he’d flown them through the heavens, circling around his neck.

Nazyn pulled her flush against him. Darcy moaned as she felt all the coiled tension in his glorious muscles flexing against her soft body. He was insanely tall and she loved it. If her skirt hadn’t been so tight, she would have curled her legs around his waist, no doubt about it.

This wasn’t like any other kiss she’d had.

It was demanding, but freeing, all at once. It wasn’t a performance to impress. There was no awkward fumbling.

They just fit and moved together in a seamless rhythm.

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