There was a low, insistent alarm sound that broke the silence. The warning lights flickered, at first, yellowish and then glowed an intense and worrying red.
Angel opened her eyes sleepy and frightened, totally oblivious to what was happening. Good, God! It was freezing over there. The body's muscles contracted in the goosebumps. How had it grown so cold?
She left the bed, looking relieved at the figure of Zorack wondering since when he had become a security point. The stubborn man had slept there hunched over the table amid reports.
-Zorack! - she called quietly.
There was no answer. He hadn't woken up to the irritating siren sound. Angel noticed his regular, rhythmic breathing, taking the opportunity to watch him while he slept. She knew that her face was blushing intensely. It was wrong! Very wrong. The hand willingly touched his hair.
Full hair that fell down just below his shoulders and lengthened gave him a wild and attractive look even more accentuated by the tattoos he wore on his arms and wrists.
What would an Edrian look like? Would it be that different from the men on Earth? Her hesitant fingers touched his wavy black hair on his broad, strong shoulders, holding the breath.
He had fallen asleep without his shirt on. She looked at the curve of muscles, bones, and skin, noticing the hairless body. didn't know exactly what expected. Even for a man, Zorack was certainly attractive. She knew should remove the hand before he woke up. Failed. She spread her hand in the lightest of touches, feeling the different texture delighting.
What harm could there be to kill curiosity?
He would never find out. It invaded his intimacy and privacy, but she was unable to put an end to that madness. She explored the rigid grooves in his ribs, ignoring the heart that was racing with breathing. There was a small sensual smile on her face.
Ah, it was terribly wrong! Of all the nonsense had ever done and the most embarrassing ... She had never seen or touched a man like that before. His skin was hotter than yours. The pleasant touch made her hold her breath for fear that he would wake up. She let her curious fingers run over his neck hesitantly, stopping at the back of his neck.
Zorack could be considered a tall, strong man. Maybe someone used to physical exercise. Angel got lost in guesswork and screamed in alarm.
He might not be human, but Zorack reacted like any soldier. Without waiting, Angel was aware of the ground that disappeared under the feet, losing balance. She fell to the floor heavily with a groan, the air escaping from her lungs and choking.
-Damn it, Angel! - Zorack swore tense and loud, noticing the livid faces.
He had reacted by pure instinct when he felt the light touch. He softened the weight of his body, leaning on his elbows on the floor. It was out of action.
The position of the bodies intertwined during the fall ... Zorack closed his eyes fighting a losing battle against emotions. The position was totally embarrassing. He was very aware of how he had nestled during the fall between female legs, fully exposed. The proximity brought out a forced groan.
He knew by cursing that at last, the girl realized how it affected him. His powerful erection compressed her in the smooth, soft belly.
Angel took a deep breath, unable to catch her breath, and lost herself in his more embarrassed look. His eyes shone like golden bronze, emitting a magnetism that struck her. God! That position ... His hand was motionlessly resting on her breast because of the fall.
The heart came to the throat. Would he be able to kiss her? The stiff male mouth to her surprise showed no boredom.
The expressions on his strained face ... She looked at his defined features and square jaw. Her free hand ran along the line of his chin, the touch assimilating the smooth, unshaven skin.
It was the image of a dangerous and dominating predator.
-Zorack ...- she managed to pronounce his name.
His large, firm hand traced the outline of her breasts, stopping at the swollen nipples on light contact.
Zorack even tried to stop the flood of emotions that took him into an assault. The soft flesh under his fingers made him suffer in misery, restraining himself to touch the soft skin without the obstacle of the fabric. It was testing the holiest of them with the girl teasing him like that. The breasts...
It was exactly as had expected. They fit perfectly in your hands. He noticed her breathing quicken, hoping Angel would put an end to the unexpected situation. The muscles in his body reacted to the contact of the soft, fragrant skin. He was determined not to get emotionally involved.
He knew that would fall into complete doom. Angel closed her eyes, her face expressing much more than fear or curiosity. The low, feminine groan reflected from his waist down. Ah, damn it! He shuddered, aware of the rigid and pulsating virility, his mind connecting with her without being able to stop it.
He wanted desperately to feel her skin, her body close to his, and discover sensations ...
-Angel, I ...- he seemed undecided.
He needed to getaway. The small, delicate hand covered his, showing the way of temptations. His fingers hardened the tender flesh of her breasts. He squeezed and stroked, making his nipples tighten. He knew the girl was connected to him by an even stronger instinct. There was a connection between them.
Angel stood there quietly, her eyes admiring his body. His fingers moved slowly over the sensitive flesh and she was sure a knot was tangling in her abdomen. It was just instinct. She arched her body against him.
It was finally his complete ruin. His hands went to his hips, pulling the girl towards him, groaning with the friction of the bodies, right there where all his sudden sensitivity had awakened.
Angel was unable to stop him. It was his way. She moaned in shock and surprise, knowing he shared the same feeling. The dark eyes that shone charged with the discovery of pleasure. She was sure she was on fire with the contact of his hot, scorching skin. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him close.
He might not be human. Only it blossomed into feminine sensuality. His head hung against his neck, his wheezing breathing arousing intoxicating burning sensations.
Ah, just a kiss ... It would be the first time that she would be kissed. A real kiss The skin was burning with the forgotten heat of the cold. She heard Zorack's strong, hoarse gasp pressing in with her. Angel sighed as she arched, increasing the contact between the bodies, and turned her face away, savoring the initial pleasure in anticipation.
He was going to kiss her. What would the mouthfeel like looking for yours and ...
A slight noise caught her attention.
Something had crawled through the furniture. Zorack's hands after an eternity of torture began to slide over her body.
It was an even lower hiss. Two pairs of red eyes looked at her followed by a new hiss this time higher, next to a growl.
Angel screamed with her heart racing in the chest without realizing that Zorack was pulling her off the floor as it advanced towards him, and he held out his hand.
Again, the loud, high-pitched hiss echoed in the cabin above the sound of tense breaths and the danger alarm. A blast of blue electrical sparks escaped his fingers.
There was someone else or something there.