Alien's Bride Book One by Yamila Abraham Page B

“Um…what I was trying to say before was that I need more to my life than just making babies for you.   I need…I need some occupation, you know?”
    Elentinus tilted back his head in realization.   “Ah.   I see what you meant to say.   Of course, my dear.   We’ll put your skills to use.”
    This made me smile.   “Really?”
    “I’m certain Hor would value your assistance with his summaries.”
    My chest deflated.   “Oh.”  
    Elentinus laughed.   He gave my shoulder a little squeeze.   “Don’t judge him too harshly.   He’s very protective of me.”
    His hand moved to my hair.   I stayed frozen but felt little tingles up and down my spine.   He pulled out one of the combs.   A small pile of my hair tumbled free.
    “Hor put it up for you, didn’t he?”
    I nodded.   “He had me put on the make-up, too.”
    “He knows what I fancy.”
    Now my heart started racing out of panic.   He started pulling out all the combs in my hair one by one.   He was leaning in close and I could hear his breathing.   Was he putting the moves on me right now?   Didn’t I have eight more degrees ?
    When all my hair was loose he ran his fingers through it.  
    “You’re so lovely.   I would have chosen a brunette for my first wife, had they given me an option.”
    He caressed my nape.   The tingles turned into pleasant shockwaves.   Despite this, if he wasn’t Lord Elentinus I would have pulled away.   That didn’t seem like an option.   I’d been fooling myself into thinking I had any advantage earlier.   Elentinus didn’t have to charm me.   I was his property.
    His hand stopped moving.   “Does this distress you?”
    I found my voice—I don’t know how.   “I’m not ready.”
    “I don’t mean to take you to bed, my dear.   I only wished to touch your hair—your beautiful skin.”  
    My posture slackened a little.   “Oh.”   I closed my eyes.   “Then it’s fine.”
    I heard Elentinus make his soft laugh.   “You’re so delightful.”  
    His hand went to the side of my face.   Now that I knew he wasn’t after sex I felt free to enjoy his caress.
    “Maritza, be honest with me.”
    I looked at him.
    “Are you a virgin?”
    I cringed.  
    “Don’t you think that’s important for me to know?”
    I gave him my most forlorn look.   “Of course you can know.   I cringed because I’m embarrassed.   No, I’m not a virgin.”
    “That embarrasses you?”
    “I’ve only been with one guy, one time.   He conned me into bed.”   I groaned.   “I was so stupid.   He found out I was still a virgin and made a bet he could get me to sleep with him.   I thought we were in love with each other.   It was all a scam.”
    Elentinus traced his finger around the sensitive rim of my ear. “It sounds as though he broke your heart.”
    “It—it was just a rich kid taking advantage of a naïve bumpkin.”
    “He was unworthy of you.”
    “…Yeah.”
    He turned my face toward his.   I got caught in his deep, dark gaze.
    “I’m not.”
    He pulled me into a kiss.   The way he swept both his large arms around me and crushed my lips under his—it gave me this incredible flutter inside.   I closed my eyes and let him own my mouth.   His hot wet mouth was rough, and eager, but in such a nice way.   A feeling of melting started in my torso, then my legs got drippy and weak and my toes tingled.   I couldn’t even think straight.   All of the craziness from the last two days disappeared, and the only thing that existed was this warm euphoria.
    Elentinus broke away.   His dark lips looked dewy and his eyes had an intense gleam.   He was taking in my reaction.   I’m sure I looked like a pathetic little romance novel heroine, all sleepy, blushing, and weak.   He liked what he saw so much that his eyes rolled back and he gave a euphoric shudder.
    “This is how it was meant to be—with gentle seduction.   Not tyranny.”
    I became puzzled, but it wasn’t enough to