A King Ponders
Chapter 5
"Oh…Zan, you are MY Zan," Liz sighed as she looked into his eyes and touched his face. "Zan, I love you. I love you so much."
At first Zan just stared at how beautiful she looked, reeling in a blissful euphoria at how wonderful it felt to hold her.
He heard her whimper in a pleading tone, "Zan, please."
The sound of her voice further aroused Zan. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them they were black as onyx. The connection was wide open now, and Zan knew exactly what Liz wanted from him.
Zan let out a jagged breath while thinking just how willing he was to give Liz exactly what she wanted.
Zan let his sexual prowess guide him. He was in auto-drive, and gave in to the primal compulsion stirring inside of him. Their connection was flared to the hilt.
He reached up and fisted a hand full of Liz's hair tilting her head back to give him better access to her mouth. Their lips collided hard in a frenzied kiss.
He ran his other hand down Liz's neck and across her chest in a slow deliberate caress. He was leaving a heated trail over the exposed parts of her skin. His hand continued to travel southward until it hit its destination.
Zan cupped Liz's breast over her shirt with the palm of his hand. He gently massaged her breast while he kissed her. He felt a hard point pressing into his palm through her clothes, He sighed hard and quickly bent down to place his mouth over her breast while it was still covered with her shirt and bra. He gave her breast a wet kiss; clamping his lips around her nipple. He began to alternate sucking and nipping the hard bud that strained against the layers of material that barricaded him from his prize. This earned him a mewling moan from Liz, expressing how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
Needing to kiss her lips again, he moved his lips to hers and gave her another heated kiss. When he deepened the kiss, he started thrusting his tongue into Liz's mouth showing her what his intensions were. Liz matched his passion with her tongue doing its own mating dance; stirring up a fire in Liz that she never knew could ever exist.
Zan moved his hand underneath Liz's shirt and traveled up her ribs grazing his thumb over the side of her bra covered breast. He was fully aware that no man had ever been allowed to touch Liz's pristine body. He knew she was a virgin. She didn't have to tell him this, the knowledge came from the connection they shared.
He could feel every tingle; every shiver that she felt, and it was driving him to a level of excitement that was maddening. He was restraining himself in a way that surprised even him. He thought he might lose his mind.
He also 'felt,' that there was a 'fear of the unknown' racing through her mind.
Zan whispered her name, "Liz?"
As if she were in a daze, she slowly opened her eyes, and looked at him distractedly, her dilated pupils made her chocolate colored eyes almost black; indicating just how far their passion had driven her to a sexual awakening. She was lost and reveling in a world of sensations that she knew as 'Zan.'
She answered him with a dreamy voice, "hmm?"
Her physical reaction to him was pulsing throughout his body with a rhythm that matched his own heartbeat. He could feel and experience her excitement as it built on his own; increasing the intensity to a level that he himself had never felt before.
Zan would never admit it out loud, but this was all new to him too. This was the first time for him to experience the alien side of his sexuality. He'd had sex with women, but it was just that, sex. He'd fuck them with no strings attached. He had his share of booty calls.
Sure, there were some women that he liked a lot, but he never loved any of them. He never 'felt' any of them through a connection. This was the first time he shared so much of himself, his heart, his soul; at least he thought that it was anyway.
He had to hang on, and couldn't go forward with this before he explained a few more things to her. He had to let her know, and make perfectly clear, exactly what this would mean for both of them.
His building frustration caused him to let out a growl from deep within his throat. Trying to gain a bit more composure Zan began to speak softly aloud to Liz.
"Liz, I know I will be your 'first.' You don't have to be afraid. I won't hurt you. I promise you that I will be gentle with you. Liz, I love you," Zan spoke with a gentle, and open honesty that contradicted his identity.
He was rough around the edges; a 'don't fuck with me' kind of guy, yet Liz brought out a side of him that spoke to her with a gentle calming tone that soothed Liz's nerves.
He told Liz that he loved her. Before now, he had never told a woman that he was in love with her; not even Liz, even though he did love Liz.
Zan always had one love, and that was the 'cute little human girl' with all the books and stringy hair; that he first loved as a best friend. She was standing here with him now all grown up, just like him.
Their relationship was evolving into something completely different. A new kind of love. At the moment, it was a love that burned throughout his body like fire; igniting the flames of arousal, protectiveness, and even possessiveness.
Yes, he wanted her. He wanted her in a way that the human side of him thought he would only dream about in his private fantasies on lonely nights. The alien side of him wanted to claim her for his mate.
The thought came to Zan that this was all happening really fast. His innate, sometimes very annoying instincts, were rearing their ugly head again. He knew on a deep level what all this meant to both he and Liz.
He got her attention as he communicated through the connection that once they made love their lives would be cemented; there would be no changing their mind afterwards, and no going back. They would be bonded with a bond that transcended an earthly marriage. She would be his mate.
They would be bound by a gossamer thread of energy binding together their minds and souls. Their thoughts and their emotions would be wide open to each other through the incredible connection they shared.
When Zan looked down into Liz's eyes, she could see that the beautiful amber gold color was back in his eyes. He had a look of love and unconcealed emotion that made her head spin from the intense effect it had on her.
She could 'feel' all of what he was feeling through their connection. It nearly knocked the wind out of her a few times from the shear strength of it, causing her to gasp for breath.
Zan looked like he was going to ask her something, but was holding back. The pulsing connection gave him the determination to ask Liz what he wanted so desperately to ask her. So he took the bull by the horns, and just came right out and asked her the lingering questions out loud.
"Liz, I have some things I want to ask you. It's important to both of us," he said.
"I know this is fast…that we just met up after being separated from each other for seven years," he continued. "It's just that… deep inside of me, with the connection, I can feel the love you feel for me," He pulled her into his arms, and held her tight to his body and asked her the important questions.
"Liz, will you be my Queen? Will you accept me and the bond? Can you love me forever?" he asked sucking in a huge breath that he didn't even realize he needed.
Liz didn't answer immediately. She stood looking at him with an unreadable expression. She had a million rational thoughts fly through her head that leaned toward a need to say no, yet her heart was screaming, yes.
She knew that they both were rushing things. After all she had just met him again tonight. Also, look at the circumstances of how they met each other again,' she thought.
'What about all those nights I cried for him? I cried for my Zan. What about the times I could sense him needing me all through the years that we were separated. How about all the times I needed him?' She analyzed her thoughts to herself. 'Did she still want to be away from him?' she asked herself.
She continued to rationalize in her mind that as archaic as it seemed, in some places they still had arranged marriages, and the bride and groom met at the time of the wedding.
Then she thought, 'In more antiquated times, Kings and Queens, sometimes met only a few days before their wedding.'
'Zan is a King. I will be a Queen,' Liz simplified to herself, as she continue to mull it over in her mind.
Then her eyes connected with Zan's eyes.
She looked at his face, past the hard edge he was so renowned for, and she saw the Zan that she understood so well. The one that she would always love. The one that was asking her to accept him 'forever.' He was giving her his 'forever' and she wanted to accept it.
While giving Liz the time to make her decision. Zan thought he would pass out from the suspense. He let out the breath he was holding only to quickly suck in another and begin holding it. She was making him sweat bullets. He didn't have very much patience anyway, and this was killing him.
'Will I ever make it out of this alive,' he thought to himself. Afraid to allow himself to hope that she would love him forever. 'Could she love me forever?' He thought feeling some of his confidence fly out of the window. He needed to pace, but he coached himself to hang on, and wait for her to speak.
Liz looked up into his anxious face. When he saw her slowly start to nod her head, he felt his heart stop beating. He leaned forward bringing his head down to make level eye contact with her.
Her nod sped up, and he saw a grin spread from ear to ear as she firmly stated, "Yes, Zan, I will be your Queen. Yes, I will accept you and the bond. Yes, Zan, I love you, and will love you forever." She spoke the words to him as if she were swearing an oath.
Zan stood there paralyzed unable to speak for a few moments, not actually believing what he had heard. 'Did Liz just say what I thought she said?' he questioned himself. He had to hear it again.
"Liz, did you just say, yes?" he asked watching Liz's head bob up and down with a big smile on her face.
"Zan, I said yes," she started to giggle as she answered and then asked her own question, "Did you just ask me to marry you alien style?"
"Well, yes, I guess I did, Ms. Parker, and you told me that you would marry me," He purred with a mischievous grin as he slowly walked towards her and swept her up into his arms.
Zan quickly looked around the room to assess their security, He had some precautions to take. Liz will be his Queen now, and she was his first priority. It wouldn't do for someone or something to walk in on them at this vulnerable time. He didn't want to deal with Rath, Lonnie, or Ava making an unplanned appearance. He would introduce Liz to his family later.
"Liz, do you live alone?" he asked not yet knowing if her Grandma lived with her.
"Yes I live alone. My Grandma passed away a year ago, and she left the house to me. That's why I'm here in New York. Well, one of the reasons. I had every intention of finding you. I was about to hire a private investigator, but you showed up at my door. My bedroom door to be precise," she made an unfamiliar attempt to look sultry as she said that last part. Zan was her husband now after all; her alien husband anyway; they had declared their love and their willingness to bond.
'Liz was going to look for me.' Zan thought with joy in his heart.
Still locked in each other's arms, Zan thought it was time to hurry and get the house secured so they could get on to more pressing business; like an alien bonding; the alien honeymoon, he thought with a smile. His smile turned into a big goofy grin as he released himself from her embrace. What he was feeling was pure elation, but he needed to get to the tasks at hand.
Liz quietly watched in awe as he turned serious, and slipped into a warrior King as he scanned the perimeters with his hyper-senses. Liz thought it he sexy as hell. He sealed the house off in such a way that an army wouldn't be able to break through the barriers.
Stealth was an ability that Zan was born with, and it came in handy right now. He knew how to avert his detection from friend or foe.
He asked Liz if she needed anything. Hoping she would say no, so that he could finally take her in his arms and have his way with her.
Zan had waited long enough. It was time; their time.
He wouldn't rush. They had all the time they needed now, and didn't have to rush.
"Wait," Liz put her hand out for him to stop walking towards her. "Turn around, and don't look."
Zan looked a little confused, but smiled and complied with her request.
He could hear Liz pull out a dresser drawer and rummage around as if she was furiously looking for something. Then she ran across to her bathroom and instructed him with 'no peeking.'
Zan raised both hands as a sign of concession to show that he was going to do just as she asked.
Liz came back from the bathroom and crawled up and moved to the middle of the bed with her legs pulled to the side and leaned to prop herself with one arm. Her dark silky hair was cascading across her shoulders and ran nearly down to her hips.
She had changed into a beautiful little babydoll nightie. It had a pale pink sheer mesh halter neck, and lace cups. It came with a matching tiny thong. Liz looked sexy cute.
This wasn't exactly what she would have chosen for this particular night, but this was the sexiest thing she had with her that could even be construed as sexy.
Before Zan could let out a frustrated sigh, Liz told him that he could turn around now.
He pivoted around only to stop in his tracks.
'Oh Fuck,' Zan breathed. The vision of Liz sitting on the bed instantly caused his body to harden. His eyes swiftly turned black.
Zan quickly stripped his tee shirt over his head and Liz got her first unrestricted view of her husband's glorious body. Her eyes landed on impressively toned biceps and pectoral muscles. 'His muscles are huge.' Liz thought.
Liz's eyes grew wider and her pulse sped up as her eyes continued to scan over the body of the man, the Adonis, the Greek god, standing before her.
There it was again, that intoxicating aroma; a scent that she now associated with Zan. She wondered if it were pheromones that her senses were honing in on, and how could she ever resist the inebriating effect that they were having on her body, she didn't know; she didn't care, because she didn't want to resist. She wanted Zan.
She crooked her finger signaling for him to come over to her. She looked at him with a natural seduction that she didn't know she had.
Zan hurriedly waved his hand over his pants using his powers to change them from leather to maroon silk pajama pants. They hung low on his hips giving Liz a delectable view of his hard grid shaped abdomen, and the magnificent defining muscular lines that ran just from above his hip bones down towards his groin. Liz gave an audible sigh of approval. Zan was hot.
Zan started moving towards Liz with the grace of a panther stalking his prey.
He stopped next to the bed; their marriage bed, and Liz went up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a shy smile.
Zan wanted nothing more than to lay Liz down on her back and take her hard and fast, but not tonight. He would make love to Liz, with no emotional walls, and no fears; nothing to hold him back.
Zan cupped Liz's face with his hands and leaned in and gave her a long gentle kiss. He ran his fingers through her hair and moved his hand down to caress her neck tenderly.
When they broke the kiss, Liz urged him on by leaning back and looking up at him with adoration.
"Are you an Angel?" He whispered softly.
TBC