Page 52 of The Bully Alien

"She's at a party. She won't be back tonight."

"No?" My heart sores, and I cup her face and kiss her.

Before, when I did that, she flinched, and I let go. Her scar doesn't bother me, but it does her, and I respect that.

This time, she just moves her lips against mine, kissing me back with equal fervor.

When I draw back, I risk touching her scar. Her eyes widen, but she nods, and when I finish tracing the scar, I then kiss it.

She sucks in a breath, tears forming in her eyes. I kiss each tear that falls when she blinks.

And then when we kiss, it's different than every other kiss we've shared. It’s not just a peck kiss, or a quick kiss, or a promise of a kiss. It's not fueled by anger or hatred.

It's a kiss.

A kiss of meaning and truth and light.

A kiss of love.

And not just my love either.

I feel it. I taste it. I fall into it. I become it.

I draw back, and she sighs before looking up at me with wonder in her eyes.

I wink at her, and she laughs.

"You."

"What about me?" I ask lightly.

But she shakes her head.

Damn. I wanted to hear those three words...

But maybe it's better that I don't.

She eyes me, biting her lower lip, and then desperation seems to be racing through her as she reaches for my shirt. I let her undress me, and before I can move to do the same, she grabs my cock and starts to stroke me. A groan slips out of me. The things this woman makes me feel... it should be illegal.

Delana slowly moves her hand away from my groin and trails it up my chest, tracing my abs on her way up. She places one finger on my chin and gently tilts my face toward hers.

"I want to make love to you," she whispers breathlessly, her voice smooth and hypnotic like honey.

Her lips are mere inches away now, and they brush against mine ever so lightly.

A most teasing kiss so full of promise that I want to grab her and promise her the moon and stars and planets.

It amazes me that our every kisses are no longer angry or full of angst. They are tender and passionate, filled with love and longing for something we can only find when we're together like this.

Our tongues dance together like old friends reuniting after a long absence, and the thought is almost sorrowful enough to cause tears to fill my eyes. I close them, trying to give into this love, the pleasure of our love, and not think about the separation I hope that will occur.

My fingers slip over the fabric of her shirt, feeling every inch of her body beneath it. With each stroke of my hand, I'm struck by how beautiful she is, a goddess made from fire and light who has been sent down from on high to ravage me with pleasure.

I lift her shirt up over her head and slowly undress her, wanting to savor this. I worshiper body with my fingers, my lips, my tongue...

And my cock.

She brings me over to her bed, and we tumble onto it, both of us laughing and sighing and grunting in pleasure as we explore each other's bodies. The feeling of her skin against mine is like nothing I've ever experienced before. It's like sex with an angel, and I feel as if I'm soaring through the stars.