Alien's Bride: Lisette by Yamila Abraham

Despite both being virgins,
their consummation had been shockingly passionate. Lisette still
quivered when she remembered it. But then, on his first leave, he
asked for a divorce. They’d been rash, and while her mind agreed,
her body ached to protest. She wanted to relive their single night
together—to explore things further. That bodily connection they’d
discovered was all they had, though. She knew it was a flimsy basis
for a marriage.
    After Ryan she’d known nothing
further—not even a kiss—until now.
    He started grumbling while approaching
his room. “I should have a drug for you. I never thought—well,
still. It’s inconsiderate.”
    She didn’t understand, but trusted him.
The mention of drugs didn’t frighten her.
    He lowered her onto a bed in his sparse
quarters. The room layout was identical to hers, and just as
undecorated.
    “ I don’t want to hurt you,”
he said.
    She shook her head in
confusion.
    “ Apparently…human women have
less capacity than Dak-Hiliah women.”
    She nodded with enlightenment.
“Wine?”
    He lifted his chin. “Ah, of
course.”
    In minutes they were nestled together
against his cushioned headboard with large goblets of ‘wine’ which
tasted to Lisette like fermented Orange Tang. Both their lab coats
were off. Prax-Denay had removed his tunic and boots. Lisette
allowed her bare feet to escape their slippers. All that remained
on her was the modest brown dress and white underclothes the robots
had made for her. She sipped the sweet drink while the warmth of
his cradling arm radiated through her. Prax-Denay had a gorgeously
muscled chest without a trace of hair. She became mesmerized by his
dark blue nipples.
    He soothed her nape with gentle
fingers. “I’ve never felt more contentment than right at this
moment.”
    His lilting voice added to the fluttery
feelings in her belly. “Why not?”
    “ I’ve never had anyone who
made me happy. As an Etiken I presumed I wasn’t entitled to
happiness. I resented seeing the less worthy take for granted what
I could never have. My existence was one of constant scorn and
contention. Now, suddenly, I’ve a reason…a reason to be
joyful.”
    Lisette considered their shared bliss
while the alcohol coursed through her blood stream and into her
head. Words seemed to come easier now.
    “ We’re perfect for each
other, Prax,” she said.
    She felt him shudder. “Oh gods, it’s
true. And to hear you say it…” He took another sip of
wine.
    She finished her glass and
then closed her eyes. It’s stronger than it
tastes. I’m already drunk.
    Lisette yielded to the urge to trace a
finger over his bare chest. She swirled her way down his stomach
and made a tender circle around his navel.
    “ You behave like timid bird.
But there’s fire inside you.”
    “ Mm.”
    Prax-Denay placed aside their glasses
and rolled on top of her. He locked her eyes in a penetrating
gaze.
    “ Share that fire with
me.”
    Lisette clutched both arms around him
and entwined their mouths. He ground their lips together while his
hands coursed over her flanks. An impassioned tongue sought hers.
She tasted the wine in his mouth and tilted her head to connect
them even deeper. As their tongues wrangled sensually she could
hear his hard breathing.
    Prax-Denay broke from her with a
flushed face. He leaned up and tore her dress open. Lisette gasped
from the violence of it. His expression looked wild. He broke open
her bra and attached his mouth to one of the precious pale mounds
that came free. Lisette’s heart was racing. She worried he’d lost
control.
    His mouth worked gently, however.
Sucking and then teasing a tremulous nipple before switching to the
other side. His hot breath now hit against her skin causing tingly
goose pimples. Prax-Denay ripped the rest of her dress open. He
nestled his face against her stomach to lavish her with soft
kisses.
    “ You can’t belong to anyone
else.”
    He danced the fingers of both hands
over her sensitive ribs.