A/N: All of the italicized text is the King's introspection.

King Ponders

Chapter 3

He started concentrating trying to feel the vibes again, 'there they are,' he thought to himself.

He was feeling them again. They started feeling different. They were stronger while coming through, and this time they were connecting with his emotions. He gave Liz a startled look.

'I can feel her'

Zan became nervous. He had no idea how to start explaining things to Liz. He was confused now more than ever. 'What just happened?' he thought to himself. He had never felt a connection with a human before. Not like that anyway. He stood there wordlessly staring at Liz with a look of awe on his face.

Zan was remembering how this was the girl that he had once cared so much about. Standing here in front of him, after so many years spent apart, stood a beautiful woman. The now grown-up tousled, awkward, petite little girl that captured his 12 year old heart. His first crush; his first love.

With Liz he had the courage to trust someone and open up to share details of his life. He only kept the most essential things to himself. Of course, he would never tell Liz about how 'different' he was. He feared that she wouldn't understand and would reject him.

He would always change the subject when it looked like Liz was going to ask him a prying question about where he lived.

He couldn't tell her that he hatched from a pod and lived in the sewer. He had never been embarrassed about his living conditions before he met her. It never really mattered to anyone. Now he was not so proud of it.

He found that he could not keep a secret from Liz very well. She had an awareness about her that kept Zan on his toes. Liz was smart. It was hard to keep the type of secret like a 12 year old boy not being enrolled and attending school.

When she asked him where he went to school, he lied and gave her the name of a school that he knew was close to the subway entrance that lead to the family crib.

He would always turn the conversation around by immediately asking her the same question, and then would listen attentively when she would go on and on about her school and activities she participated in.

She was aware that he did this, but for the time being, she respected his need for privacy. He was an enigma, and this made him all the more interesting to her.

Liz went to The Spence School, an all-girls school located on the Upper East Side of New York City. That was why she was living in New York with her Grandma Claudia.

Liz was originally from Roswell, New Mexico. Her parents travelled a lot for the family business, and they thought it was best to let her live with her Grandmother instead of placing her in a boarding school.

Liz was a good student and was happy most of the time. She loved her school. Although sometimes when she thought about her parents, she would cry because she missed them. That didn't mean she didn't love being with her Grandma Claudia, because she dearly loved her Grandma, and felt comfortable living with her.

Liz liked her new 'library' friend. She always looked forward to Wednesdays and Fridays. That was when she made her routine trip to the library. Zan was always waiting there with anticipation written all over his face. Waiting for his beautiful and exciting new friend.

Standing in front of Zan, Liz peered up into his eyes, and she couldn't believe how handsome Zan had become.

Liz thought his face was sexy as hell. He had his hair styled in long spikes. He had a virile angular jawline, and full masculine lips. The parts of his body that she could see were unbelievably toned and sculpted to perfection.

She saw that on his left arm he had a sleeve of tattoos that added to his provocative appearance. She liked the way the tattoos looked with the black t-shirt and leather pants he was wearing.

She thought his style was erotic, and it excited her. Zan could see excitement written all over her face and he could 'feel' everything she was feeling. He could 'feel' her excitement as it rushed through him in blasts chipping away at his thin control.

He still had the same spellbinding amber gold eyes that could look straight into her soul. Eyes that could hypnotize her and pull her into their depths.

She knew that Zan struggled to speak his feelings out loud, and when they were younger, it was like pulling teeth to get him to tell her things. But his eyes were extremely expressive. Liz always depended on them to communicate what he was feeling at any given time.

Right now he was looking at her in a way that sent heated shivers up and down her spine. She had never seen him look at her this way before. It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

Shifting from foot to foot and feeling a bit awkward under his perusal, Liz softly asked the simple question, "What?" as she shyly turned her head to look down at the floor.

Zan was 'feeling' her exhilaration and it immediately sparked a fire inside of him. He didn't hesitate to step forward and stood close enough for his body to brush against hers. She took in his scent and he smelled delicious.

He had a spicy and arousing scent that triggered a sensation that felt like warm oil washing over her body pooling in her most intimate parts. She was drawn to his scent like a moth to a flame, and it worked on her with every breath she took as if he had a built in aphrodisiac. This made Liz dizzy, and she wasn't sure if her legs would hold her up.

He cupped her face in his hands and raised her face so he could look into her eyes. He held her like this for a few moments just gazing and taking in the sensations that her body was sending to him. He felt intoxicated.

'Those beautiful chocolate eyes,' he thought to himself. "You are so beautiful Lizzy," he whispered with a breathy tone; his lips only a fraction of an inch away from her lips.

She tried to read his expression, but it wasn't anything she had seen from him before. His eyes were almost black with... what was it? Love? Passion? Desire? Or all three? He had a seriousness about him that was unsettling to her.

Overwhelmed with the strong passion sweeping through him, he shifted his gaze to her lips. Her lips were plump like two ripe berries that he wanted to nibble on. He had a desire to savor their taste.

Liz shifted in his arms as if to take a step back, but he moved one of his arms to her waist and held her fully against his body; tight yet gently. She didn't fight against him.

She could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His breath quickened as he continued to scrutinize her beautiful face. He was memorizing and imprinting every detail of her into his mind.

Zan started to lose control. He so desperately wanted to taste her. With that thought running through his mind he closed the gap between them and he pressed his lips to hers drinking her in; causing her essence to careen through to his very soul.

While Zan kissed her, Liz was entranced and spellbound. She caught fire from the surge of hunger and raw passion that swept through her body. It was foreign and electric; sparks were flying between them.

Her arms snaked up, and she knitted her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Fully aware that her Zan, her first crush, and her first love was right there in her bedroom with his lips fused to hers causing depths of passion that she had never known before.

His tongue touched her lips, and Liz boldly sucked it into her mouth and began to gently suck on it. This was almost Zan's undoing.

Zan took pride in how he could keep a cool control over himself. Always the one calling the shots; setting the direction or pace of any situation. He didn't feel any different about that fact when he was pleasuring the woman he was with. Yet, when Liz sucked on his tongue, a jolt of pleasure shot through him and landed straight in his groin causing his cock to instantly swell and become hard as granite. He almost flew right over the edge, and he had to fight desperately to keep from falling. Zan couldn't believe that he almost came in his pants.

The power she had over his body and the way it was responding to a simple kiss was shocking. The pleasure he was feeling was causing his resolve to dwindle, but still he fought to get himself back under control.

Overcome by the emotions that were building in her, Liz's knees began to buckle. Zan was having the same effect on her resolve as well.

He easily embraced her safely with his strong muscular arm; holding her right where he wanted her. He continued to kiss her and wanted the kiss to last forever.

They broke apart gasping; both needing to take a breath. They both looked at each other with amazement reflecting in their eyes.

Zan just couldn't hold back; his lips captured hers again hard and hungry. There was nothing tentative or gentle about the kiss.

He wondered to himself, 'How can I be addicted after only one kiss?' He knew he was a goner. He knew that even after all this time he was still in love with 'his Lizzy.'

Zan gave in to his enraptured emotions. It felt good. It felt euphoric. He didn't want to fight it. He told himself, 'It can't hurt to feel this way, out of control for a moment, right? I can take control after…'

Then he thought, 'after what? Man, you' thinkin' too much,' he rebuked himself.

He then allowed himself to get lost in Liz again. He moved his mouth to her neck. He started kissing a path from behind her ear to her pulse point where he lingered.

He nibbled and sucked on her neck so passionately it left marks. As he rubbed her lower back in a circular pattern, his hand inched down toward her round bottom. He cupped her left butt cheek with his strong hand and gently massaged and kneaded it drawing her tightly up against him. Feeling his erection pressing into her stomach made Liz completely aware of how excited their kisses were making him.

In the sexual haze that had enveloped her, Liz was having a conflict of her own.

'Do I stop him, or do I let him take me to regions I've only fantasized about,' she debated with herself.

Zan pulled away from her again panting breathlessly and he locked his passion filled eyes on hers. Liz let out a gasp when she looked back at him. What she saw almost made her fall apart right then and there in his arms.

The love that was radiating from his eyes was intense and beautiful; emanating across his ruggedly handsome face.

She knew right then and there that she would not be able to stop herself even if she gave it her best shot.

Zan was in control.

TBC