Ensnared Bride by Yamila Abraham

Author:Yamila Abraham [Abraham, Yamila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2016-08-31T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Javintore continued to hold her chastely in his arms when they went to bed over the next few days. She felt no apprehension when she was with him. His caresses were always a flutter-inducing pleasure. They kissed now and again, with the same degree of passion as before. Javintore never took things further.

Part of her started to wish he would. She caught her eyes dancing over his gorgeously chiseled body more than once.

She saw her face begin to grow rounder. Her sheepishness began to lessen also. One evening Javintore sat working at his console. Monica found herself slinking up behind his chair, and then curling her arms around his thick shoulders.

“Whatcha doing?” she asked.

The alien snatched her and pulled her onto his ample lap. Monica couldn’t hold back a joyful giggle.

Later on Javintore took her out of their quarters to see the bridge and the dutiful robots piloting the ship. After that he opened his most present robot’s head and let her see the sophisticated circuitry.

“You can keep adding to the different neural pathways by putting amplifier chips in this subsection. I’m going to make him more polite.”

“You don’t think he’s polite enough?” she asked.

“He can do better. He’s the robot I have seeing to you.”

Knowing the upgrade was for her made her gush with warmth inside. She also adored seeing Javintore’s eyes light up with such excitement. He had skills that most Hax-Rah lacked. Monica sneaked glances at him as he worked.

The most brilliant Hax-Rah in the Empire—and I’m with him. She sighed.

On the day when they were to meet the battleship, a robot brought her another fresh set of clothes. This time they seemed to be an alien design rather than the last few Earth-style outfits: a long heavy black skirt with large pleats that alternated from soft fabric to a kind of leather, a close-fitting black leather bodice, and a short black jacket.

She gaped at herself in the mirror once she had it on. She looked like an alien princess.

The robot who Javintore referred to as Zinotem came in and brought her clips for her hair. Javintore entered after him when he saw she was dressed. His eyes drank in every vampish feature.

“You look stunning.”

Monica demurred with her head turned downward. “Thank you.”

He told her how he wanted her hair to be pulled up. It was given body on top, while tendrils flowed loose in back. Javintore put in a few clips himself. His nearness, and the feeling of him toying with her hair, made her grow flushed. She had to steady herself on the sink when her legs weakened.

Yes, she was still a swooning sixteen-year-old underneath all her trauma. Monica didn’t chide herself. She had to be with him no matter what, right? Why not have a crush on him.

He presented her some plum colored lipstick. Once on, she truly felt vampish. Her dark lips were striking on the pale skin of her face.

Javintore kissed the side of her neck. “Luscious.”

Ungh! Oh my God, Monica, get a hold of yourself.

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