Page 26 of Alien in the Depths

Chapter 10

Zaraq

Sofia arrived back at the hotel room, talking a mile a minute. It was obvious she was thrilled by her successful quest of retrieving the code to Vexis’s apartment. He could tell she was eager to share the details of her surreptitious pursuit while the memory of every heart-racing moment was fresh in her mind.

But the thrill of her day was cut short by Zaraq’s hands on her shoulders and his lips on her throat. They were hot and heavy.

“I don’t like you going out with other men,” he growled. He was uncertain how his possessiveness would be received, but at this moment, he didn’t care.

“I didn’t,” she murmured, her breath hitching as his hands slowly slipped down her arms. “I was working, Zaraq.”

Work. The singular thing that had kept them together was now threatening to pull them apart. He sighed into her hair, the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafting up to him.

“Work or not, Sofia,” he muttered, his voice a low rumble against her ear. “I can’t bear the thought of you being in any danger.” His hands stilled on her waist, his fingers gently pressing into her skin.

“Zaraq,” she began, turning in his hold to look at him. She reached up to touch his cheek, letting her thumb brush over the hardened stubble on his jawline. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can,” he admitted reluctantly. His hand came up to cover hers on his cheek, holding it there as if anchoring himself. “But that doesn’t make the worry go away.”

With a soft smile playing on her lips, she entwined their fingers together. His eyes softened as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He remained silent, for sometimeswords were inadequate to express what was felt so deeply within one’s heart.

Instead, he kissed her, lowering his head and capturing her mouth as he reached to remove her dress with a gentle yet urgent fervor. His lips were warm and insistent, his tongue exploring the softness of her mouth in a dance that felt wholly new every time they did so. The kiss spoke volumes, hungrier than words could ever hope to be.

Sofia responded in kind, her body melting against his, their breaths becoming one as the world outside vanished.

As the buttons of her dress slipped open, a cool draft of air brushed her exposed skin, sending tingles throughout her body. His hands were firm yet gentle, tracing sinuous paths down her back.

His hands traced a searing path down her torso, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin. His movements were slow, his touch almost reverent as he traced the contours of her body.

The world outside ceased to exist, their surroundings fading into insignificance. It was just them, lost in each other’s arms, their hearts pounding in sync.

Suddenly, Sofia untangled herself from him to discard the remainder of her clothes. She watched as his eyes darkened further with desire and a hint of admiration. They stood there for what felt like an eternity, drinking in each other’s presence.

Zaraq moved toward her then, his large frame dwarfing hers as he pressed himself against her. She let out a small gasp at the contact, and he grinned against her skin. Their bodies molded together perfectly, two pieces fitting together to complete a puzzle.

His hand moved to cradle the back of her head as he pulled her closer for another all-consuming kiss. Sofia responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together as she wrapped herself around him.

His other hand moved slowly up her thigh to reach the junction of her legs. He plunged two fingers inside of her, and she cried out from the intensity.

He didn’t falter. His hand moved rhythmically, exploring her with precision. His breath ghosted over her neck, and she shivered in response, clutching at his shoulders for support.

Her heartbeat echoed in Zaraq’s ears, the staccato rhythm matching his own. He drank in her sounds, the pleasured cries and gasps that were solely for him. Each one was a sweet melody that coiled around his heart, stoking the fire within him.

“Zaraq,” she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support. His response was a low growl and a quickening of his movements.

His fingers moved inside of her with practiced ease, hitting all the right spots that he knew would drive her crazy. His thumbflicked over the sensitive nub of her pleasure, and she let out a whimper of anticipation.

“Shh... easy, love,” he whispered, his voice strained with his own desire as he helped her ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Suddenly, he stilled his fingers and withdrew them, wanting more. He gently lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed with an easy strength.

Her hands found purchase on his broad shoulders as he carefully lay down beside her. She curled into him, leaning into his warmth as he draped an arm around her, pulling her even closer.

Zaraq’s hand traced leisurely paths along her spine, and he felt a shiver move through her. His lips brushed against her forehead, relishing the feeling of her skin. She helped him out of his clothes and then guided his throbbing member to her opening.

With one quick thrust, he was buried to the hilt inside her, eliciting a gasp from both of them. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that rendered her breathless. He stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size before he started moving.

His thrusts were slow at first, each one sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As he picked up his pace, their bodies moved in a practiced rhythm. Their moans filled the room, mingling with the soft rustling of the sheets and the faint hum from the city outside.