19. Lisa

Every moment I see Ozadus spend with our daughter stirs something within me. I can’t help but desire the man I once knew. He changed his ways. He left his old life behind. Still, with little Zhara in the picture now, I have to be careful. I cannot afford to make any mistakes

But is Ozadus a mistake? I missed him when he was gone. Now that he’s here, it could be a second chance. I desire him above all else.

As I watch him lay Zhara in her crib, I feel a warmth blossom within me. A father and his child are a beautiful sight indeed. I withdraw from the baby’s room and head into my own, only to gasp in surprise when he follows me in there, closing the door quietly.

“Lisa…”

His eyes darken considerably with desire and I feel that old warmth take root. This may not be a good idea…

“Ozadus, I… don’t know.”

He moves toward me slowly. His large hand comes up to stroke my cheek.

“Lisa, I’ve missed you.”

When he leans down to kiss me, I find myself melting into his embrace.

His lips are warm, a sharp contrast to the cool metallic touch of his fingers.

”Ozadus,” I breathe out when he pulls back, his darker-than-dark eyes gleaming with desire but also an emotion that seems eerily akin to tenderness. ”We have to be careful.”

The corner of his mouth twitches upwards into a smirk. ”Always careful,” he says, his voice a low rumble reverberating through my being. “Well, except for one night, but look what we got for it.”

I can’t help but giggle, understanding the joke. He beams at my appreciation, but soon my giggles echo into silence, filling the room with an intensity that”s as tangible as it”s intoxicating. As he leans in again, I find myself submitting to the whim of my longing heart. Our lips meet in a dance as old as time itself – desperate yet deliberate, hurried yet patient.

Ozadus” hands wander down my body, each touch setting my skin ablaze with wanton desire. But there”s a cautiousness in his motions, a considerate gentleness that stirs something within me. Something that feels dangerously like love.

As we lose ourselves in each other”s arms, I can”t help but wonder if this is indeed a mistake. Or perhaps it”s simply a second chance at happiness, wrapped up in intergalactic intrigue and cloaked under the veil of a beautiful romance.

As Ozadus deepens the kiss and draws me even closer to him, I decide to let the questions wait for another time. Tonight is about us, about rediscovering the passionate connection we lost long ago. It’s about tentative exploration and careful relinquishment under the watchful eyes of the distant stars.

His hands trace the curve of my waist. His fingers press lightly into my skin, electrifying every nerve ending. His thumbs dip lower, tracing idle patterns on my hips. Each touch sends spirals of warmth searing through me, making me yearn for more.

“Ozadus,” I murmur against his lips. He responds by pressing me closer to him, his arms forming an unyielding cage around me. It feels right, being this close to him again.

His lips claim mine in another heated kiss as he guides me down onto the bed. His larger frame shadows over me in a protective manner that only enhances his alien allure.

As he takes his time exploring every inch of me, I can’t help but relish in the tenderness of each caress. The way his fingers trace over my skin makes my heart race with anticipation.

The way he looks at me in the dim light of our room ignites a thirst within me that only he can quench. He moves between my thighs, lowering his head to taste.

His kiss is tantalizingly slow, a gentle press of lips that traces the soft skin of my inner thigh and the hollow of my hips, and then goes lower still. A gasp escapes my lips as my fingers twine in his hair, a stark contrast against my human skin. His eyes meet mine in the dim light as he kisses me deeper, an intimate act that makes my heart flutter and my mind spin.

A moan escapes from deep within me as his alien tongue explores me, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. He takes his time, eliciting reactions from me that I didn”t know I was capable of.

His eyes flicker up to mine, dark and full of lust. It sends tendrils of heat spiraling through my core. His black hair falls over one eye as he continues his tantalizing exploration, the sight of him between my thighs making me ache with a desire that”s as primal as it is profound.

“Ozadus,” I whimper, the feel of him sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through my body. He hums against me in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

His touch becomes more insistent, his tongue delving deeper into me while his fingers play along the edges of my body. Each caress makes me gasp louder. Each flicker of his tongue makes me squirm against him in pure delight.

The room fills with the scent of our rekindled desire. Our breathing becomes more ragged, syncing together in an intimate rhythm. His eyes continue to hold mine, captivating me with their otherworldly magnetism.

“Lisa,” he murmurs against me, the mere sound of my name on his lips enough to tip me over the edge. As waves of pleasure crash over me, I tighten my grip on his hair and call out his name in a breathless sigh.

He lets out a low growl in response, easing off only when I collapse limply beneath him, spent yet satiated. He crawls up beside me then, pulling me close before entering me with a gentle but firm thrust. His hands hold me with a careful, almost reverent touch while his eyes bore into mine, silently asking for consent. In answer, I wrap my legs around him, drawing him closer.

The rhythm he sets is slow and deliberate, each thrust eliciting soft whimpers from my lips. The sight of him moving within me is a heady mix of the primal and otherworldly that sets my heart racing. His dark eyes never leave mine, filled with an emotion I”m starting to recognize as love.

The feeling of him inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy that sends shivers down my spine. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body, and each withdrawal makes me whimper in anticipation. The room fills with the intoxicating sound of our bodies meeting in rhythm, broken only by our heavy breathing and whispered words.

”Lisa,” he growls between thrusts, his voice rough with desire.

With each stroke, he takes me higher, to realms of pleasure I never knew existed. His pace is slow and deliberate, a rhythm that sends warmth radiating through my veins. His hands roam over my heated skin. Sparks fly through me at every touch, every kiss he presses against my skin.

I tilt my head to meet his gaze. His expression is one of intense focus, centered wholly on me and our shared connection. There is a deep reverence there, a respect for this intimate act that communicates more than any words ever could.

“Lisa,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice a low rumble filled with an emotion that sends shivers down my spine.

I gasp out his name as I tighten around him, our bodies moving together in a passionate dance under the dim light. He growls again, a primal sound that reverberates through my being.

As if sensing my impending climax, he increases his pace, bringing me closer and closer to the edge until I”m teetering on the brink.

With a final thrust, I tumble over the edge into an abyss of pleasure that leaves me trembling beneath him. Ozadus follows suit soon after, his body going rigid above mine as he lets out a low growl that seems to echo through the room.