Page 26 of Baiting the Alien

It feels like I belong here, belong to him, and I get to enjoy him whenever I want.

Chapter 11

Zoe

WhenIopenmyeyes again, I’m not staring at the ceiling of the meeting room now.

My body is sore and my limbs are heavy. I move my arm, but...

I can’t move that an inch.

What happened?

Did Iechon sell me off or chop off...

Oh... I stare at the sleepy head next to me. Iechon is sleeping and half of his body rests over my arm and that half of my body. No wonder I can’t move my arm.

I let out a breath, letting his warmth and the warmth from the blanket sink in. I’m in his bed now. So... Maybe I pass away from the pleasure.

Hmm...

I close my eyes, trying to figure out what happened between the sex we had in the meeting room and here, in his bedroom.

I...

All I remember is how good his body feels, nothing else.

It must be his problem. His cock is the reason I don’t remember a thing. I don’t like that, but it isn’t like I can resist him.

I stare at his face, which is mere inches away. He is a handsome alien. He wraps his arms around me as if I may poof and disappear when he is sleeping. Something about that warms me.

He is such a huge male that he can wrap his body completely around me. It is comfortable to be here with him.

I want to stroke his hair, but it feels like I may wake him. he is the captain of this ship and he wants me. Am I the lucky one?

My brain hurts when there are that many things happening around me. I have to grab myself and make sure I understand and accept that other species exist and there are many of them out of Earth.

That’s crazy.

I pinch my thigh and I wince from that. I’m not dreaming.

I suppose I should have figured that out, but...

Everything is so unreal.

How is this supposed to work?

Iechon is clothed and seems to need sleep. Is he that tired after he took me at the table?

I’m... not naked. I have the bikini top with me, but I’m in trousers. When did that happen? He dressed me up when I was out? That seems a bit too creepy.

“Zoe...”

I blink when I finally look at him again, pulling my attention back to him. “Hi, you wake up.”

He smiles. “I do. Maybe I should learn to control myself, but I can’t. When you are around, that’s a bit too hard.”

I shrug. “It’s okay. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

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