Alana hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the kiss, and how she’d gone from being angry at Ice for whisking her away to his planet to wondering what it would be like to have someone so emotionless and stoic actually care for her.

To have him want to touch her, when he’d never wanted to touch anyone before.

She’d been about to set the door lock and touch herself to relieve some stress. A girl abducted by aliens and dragged however many lights year away from home had the right to practice some self-love, didn’t she?

Alana had never been lucky in love, and had always ended up with men who were emotionally withdrawn and who didn’t meet her needs. She’d never felt cherished or important. Sex, however, had never been a problem. Maybe it was because she enjoyed seeing a man go from emotionally distant to a sweating, desperate mess right before they came.

Those good feelings never lasted, though.

And how ironic that she’d always been attracted to men who didn’t wear their hearts on their sleeves, and she ended up on a strange planet with a man who seemed to have no emotions at all.

Did she want him because it was a challenge? Or because she caught flashes of feeling from him at odd times? The way his eyes lingered on her body? What seemed like concern in his silver eyes as she talked about being taken away from her home?

His eagerness to save his people?

Wishful thinking, Alana. You’re seeing what you want to see.

That didn’t change the fact that she’d gotten wet thinking about his cool hands on her and the idea of watching his walls break down. She imagined him unable to stay stoic as he pounded into her, completely lost to sensation, swelling inside her…

Alana had definitely needed to lock the door.

She hadn’t yet moved when someone knocked, and when Ice stepped in, another rush of heat filled her pussy. As he moved closer, an electric charge seemed to draw them together, crackling hot in the cool air of the room.

And she could see through his request, for “science.” His face was flushed, the slightest hint of pink showing through his normally pale skin. The fabric of his pants bulged, and Alana was tempted to drop to her knees and feel it with her lips.

By the time she’d straddled his lap and kissed him, she could smell her own sex, wet and eager to show Ice what he’d been missing his whole life. The thrill of being the first woman to touch him this way made the ache between her legs even stronger.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as Ice kissed her back hungrily, his tongue twining with hers. She was about to move his hands and show him what to do, but he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling their bodies tighter together. Ice’s instinct for sex wasn’t gone, it seemed, but merely dormant. And it was kicking in now.

Oh, yes.

She ground her hips in a circle, his hardness pressing against her just right. She rotated this way, stroking both his cock and herself with the movement. Ice’s head rolled back on his shoulders and his eyes closed tightly.

They were both wearing too many clothes, but before she could start peeling some of them off, Ice let out a growl and stood, holding her to him. His moves were jerky and uneven as he turned them and practically fell on top of her on the bed. He kissed her mouth, then her neck, and in a single smooth move he opened her tunic, laying her bare.

“Who would have guessed you’re a great kisser. If I didn’t know you better I’d find it hard to believe this was your first,” she said huskily.

He snorted. “I know how to how have sex, Alana. I read ancient books. I just didn’t feel the need to do it until now. Believe it or not, Crimean used to be hedonist.”

“What? No way.”

“Believe me.” Ice pressed his face against her neck and breathed deeply.

She shivered all over. “Ooh.”

“When I was in the university, I theorized that perhaps people in Crimea suffered some kind of ‘genetic exhaustion.’ If you selectively breed glow fish that exclusively retains blue light for several generations, by the twelfth or thirteenth descendants, they won’t even breed naturally anymore and develop aggression toward one another. But if you introduce them to the glow fish that retain red or yellow light, their aggression dissipates and act normal again. Glow fish are very horny, by the way. They’re the type of fish that give birth instead of spawning. They breed six or seven times a day.” He licked her skin and scraped her with his teeth. His hot breath singed her straight to the core.

Alana was burned. She’d never been this aroused in her life. Never been this ready to be fucked. “So, what does that tell you?”

“That Crimeans need to breed with other races if we want to survive.” He lifted his head and pressed his forehead against hers. “My essay was ridiculed and my professor failed me on the subject. That failure motivated me to study and work even harder. Two years ago, I saw that professor again when Emperor Chaos appointed me as the new Minister of Science.”

“Was it good? To finally have your revenge?”

“Yes. But not as good as I’m feeling now. You and I might be on to something.” He kissed her again, deeply. “What is this I am feeling, Alana?”

“I think you know what it means.”

“Hmm.”

“Kiss me again, Ice.”

He was too eager to comply. The last strand of her coherent mind faded away. She returned his kiss with the same hunger. She wanted him as badly as she needed her next breath. She found his hand and pulled it to her chest. He squeezed her, weighing a breast as his thumb rubbed over her nipple. He stopped to pinch it, pulling lightly and watching it stretch and spring back. Then he covered it with his mouth and tongued it, sucking.

“Oh fuck!” Alana arched her back to press her tit harder against his mouth, eager for more. Before long, he was kissing and licking his way down the center of her body. When he reached her waistband, he hovered there for a moment before pressing his face against the fabric of her pants, his mouth against her pussy with only thin fabric between them, and inhaled deeply with a shuddering groan.

He mouthed her through the fabric, and Alana was sure she was going to leave a soaked spot on the material.

Ice straightened, grabbed the waistband of her trousers, and jerked them down to her ankles before tossing them away. He hastily pulled his tunic off and tossed it aside before he dropped to the bed again, his mouth hovering just above her pussy.

“Alana,” he said, his voice sounding almost pained.

“Yes, Ice. Please,” she whispered, letting her fingers sink into the silver-white hair at his temple.

He lapped at her folds, making hungry sounds of contentment as he tasted her, and then his tongue probed deeper. He groaned and thrust in as far as he could, sweeping her channel in an effort to touch and taste everything. Alana ground herself against his mouth, eager for more than his tongue inside her.

Then he discovered her clit, erect and throbbing as he licked her, and focused there while his fingers pushed inside her. He seemed determine to explore every part of her with his tongue and fingers. When the tension started to build in her lower body as his fingers pumped steadily in and out, Ice licked her clit, hard then soft, fast then slow. And each time Alana cried out in pleasure, he kept up what he was doing in an effort to make her shout again.

“Ice,” she moaned, her fingers twisting in the bedcovers. His tongue was relentless, tapping and licking, until pleasure exploded in her center and caused her back to arch so hard she thought it might snap. She shouted at the intensity of it, but barely had time to process all the sensations before his mouth and hands were gone.

She sucked a breath in as he rose from the bed and shoved his trousers down, his thick, hard cock springing free. She reached for it and wrapped her hand around it, to feel how hard and alive it was.

Ice made a strangled sound as she touched him, then moved atop her, his body trembling and flushed darker than she’d ever seen his skin.

His cockhead pressed against her as he lowered his face to hers, capturing her lips in a rough, hungry kiss. He thrust forward and filled her in a single stroke, but she was soaked and ready for him. When he snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside her, Alana’s folds gripped him, already halfway to another orgasm after the one she’d just had that was cut short.

“Alana,” he growled as he pounded into her, shaking, his pinked skin taking on a sheen of sweat which was another thing she hadn’t witnessed on Crimea. He rocked into her with no rhythm, as if he were out of control and a complete slave to the things he was feeling for the first time.

When he grabbed her hips and threw himself backward, for a moment she thought they’d go tumbling off the bed. Instead, he sat on his heels and dragged her with him to straddle his lap. He lifted her up and down on his cock, the toned muscles of his arms flexing as he fucked her

As he lifted her, he made little desperate sounds that sent heat right down her body to where they were joined.

God, I love this. I love how crazy this is making him.

He pulled her down onto his cock and shouted, a startling sound coming from someone who was usually so controlled. When he pulsed inside her, Alana threw her head back with a shout of her own and came harder than she ever had in her life.

Ice shuddered, his breath catching many times as he moved them so they could both lie down. He took pains to stay inside her as they moved, and Alana loved that, too. He wasn’t ready for it to end.

When he finally slipped out of her and they’d both caught their breath, she lay against him, wondering at all the feelings swirling inside her.

After a long silence, Ice stroked her hair. “Now I understand why humans do this. You found that as pleasurable as I did?”

Alana giggled, and felt almost like a young girl again. “Couldn’t you tell? You have excellent instincts, Ice. You surprised me.”

“And this is something humans do often? Not just for procreation?” he asked.

Alana didn’t think she was imagining the hopeful tone of his voice. “Many people do it as often as they can. Daily, sometimes. More than once. No procreation required.”

“That is…good.” Ice’s voice was tight now, and when Alana bent her knee to drape her thigh across his hips, she understood why. Crimeans apparently didn’t need much of a recovery period. Ice was hard again, tenting the sheets, and moving his hips slightly to rub himself against them.

She covered the bulge with her hand and gently squeezed, and that was enough to have him groaning, pushing the sheets away, and pulling her on top of him. As she slipped down onto him with a sigh, his strong hands gripped her hips and urged her to ride his cock. Alana’s pussy instantly tightened as the first stirrings of a new orgasm started building.

What do you know? Crimea’s not so bad after all….