The City Night and Its Strangers (UC, Adult, Z/L) COMPLETE

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Title: The City Night and Its Strangers

Author: Touched by an alien

Category: Zan and Liz (except in this movie her nick name is Elli )

Rating: Mature/Adult

Disclaimer: Roswell doesn't belong to me it all to the writers Jason Katims -etc.

Summery: Elizabeth and Maria moved to New York when they were six years old. They both grew up normal lives in the big apple until one day Eli finds a stranger from a past she had forgotten about. What happens when she starts to remember things from another life time when Zan was the king of Antar and married to a woman who wasn't her? A life time when Elli and Zan had a forbidden affiar that turned into something more? Could their affiar have to do with everyone's death and how the way the war ended?

Author's Note: Okay since I want to clear a few things up, here we go: Liz is Eli its just another nick name from her real name Elizabeth. Maria's nick name is De (from her last nam Deluca). I think from the banner you get a pretty good picture of what Elli looks like. Maria has dark black hair about shoulder link. Their both just as punk as the New York squad and do have the New York accent since they lived there pretty much all their life. This story is going to reveal what happend really in the world Antar, and reveals a part that the Roswell pod squad never thought of.












Chapter 1- when eyes lay first sight

The streets were cold and crowded as usual. Rath was by his side as they walked down the street with shameless arrogance to any one who glanced their way. His worn leather boots hit the pavement harshly next to his second in command’s. Sirens could be heard some where from the distance, but then again it was a common tune in the big apple.

Zan nodded his head at the Chinatown restaurant “Big Wong” to Rath, and he instantly understood. Crossing the street with as much confidence as before, Zan stood to the side of the brick building while his second in command stepped up to play distraction at least until Zan could reach for the take out bag and make a bust for it.

“Yo, I don’t appreciate bein’ screwed old man. I ordered food an hour and half ago, so I expect to get it,” Rath yelled loudly at the clueless, old Chinese man. Stealen food in New York was like taken food from a kid. They’re completely ignorant until after the food was gone as were they. Stealen from a fricken baby. It was a peace of fucken cake.

“You no order. No order! NO ORDER, NO FOOD,” the angry Asian yelled hysterically. When the China man’s back was turned, Zan grabbed the bag and rolled down the street unnoticed from years of practice; you could call it second nature.

Zan walked easily away from it, and finally stopped at a bench to wait for Rath. Climbing on the wooden bench, he sat on top of it while his feet laid firm on the actual sitting surface. His elbows rested on his knees while he studied the crowded streets.

Some near by punk was playing “Don't say Nothin” by The Roots. Zan unconsciously nodded his head to the music.

Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform, from aynonomous man
To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin
Give it here, and don't say nuthin', just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'…

Exhaling even as he could see his own breath from the icy city, he rubbed his hands together to warm them up even though the weather didn’t really bother him. He was cold blooded from living in the city. Hell, he didn’t bleed at all, he made others bleed but never once did his own blood hit the streets. Not one fucking time.

“Shit,”

That was the last thing he heard, before feeling a slim body fall towards his lap. Without hesitation he immediately caught the warmer body that seemed to contrast so strongly with his lifeless one. His skin suddenly felt tepid under the hand that gently held onto his arm for support.

He couldn’t see her face, but he took in what he could see. She had dark red hair that was long and felt like silk when it brushed against his arm. Closing his eyes, he could smell her warm strawberry scent. Fuck, did she taste like them too?

“Sorry,” she whispered into his ear even though she didn’t make any effort to get off of him. Grabbing her arms, he placed her safely on her feet. When she finally lifted her head, the first thing that caught his attention were her eyes. Hell, he couldn’t stop himself from being drawn in. She had ageless eyes, and her face was nothing less of a disappointment.

“You always fall into stranger’s laps Princess, or is it just my lucky day?” he asked gruffly while his eyes roamed lower down to her smooth neck and towards her breasts. He stifled a groan, and let his eyes go further down her olive body.

She smiled softly before letting go of his arm. He finally noticed her gear after studying what was underneath it. She was waren black baggy jeans that rided so low on her hips that is would cause any man on the streets bit his lip at the temptation. Her white wife beater ended above her belly button, enough to show you the metal that was pierced through. A gothic cross was around her neck that laid the final touch of a New York streets chick. It was a fucken conflict from her pure face. She had a face of an angel, but something told him she had a mind of a devil. And that sparked his interest as hell.

“Yo, you gonna stand here all night, or what?” voice asked while walking up to red.

“Just chill De,” red ordered with a New York accent. A towny, that was hot. He hated tourists.

“I’m freezen here, and yo ain’t even got a coat on. Let’s bounce already,” the black haired chick retorted. Her hair was about shoulder length, and her face was pale compared to her jet-black hair. Her short blue jean skirt accompanied with her black army boots and her leather jacket showed anyone that she belonged in New York.

Red turned one final glance at him before spinning around and following her friend into the massive crowd and like that she was gone. He had found her as soon as he had lost her. He’d never see her again, and she’d never see him again. It wasn’t unusual; it was and always would be New York: cold, distant, and alone. Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable with the city, because it was exactly like him.

“Yo these humans are getten easier to screw over every day,” Rath mocked with a scowl on his street face.

“Humans, who the fuck needs them?” Zan stated to himself even as he looked for the red head. Who needed them, cause he sure as hell didn’t he told himself, but he found himself still in want for the olive skin and strawberry aroma. Why the fuck did it feel so cold now?

“Yo duke what’s up with you man?” Rath asked.

“Nothen, back off,” Zan growled as he pushed off the seat and grabbed the take out before walking down the street towards their crib in the dark night. And Zan felt utterly confused because the red head never left his mind that night, nor did he thing of anything else. Who the hell was she, he didn't even know her name?

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Chapter 2- Serindepidy



He grunted in agony as her mouth sucked on his neck. It was the sensitive spot that tempted his arms to give out from hovering above her body. Her skin glowed against the red silk bed as the sheets twisted and moved up and down with their wet bodies. The friction between them was excruciatingly slow, but she was so fragile that she didn’t even know it sometimes. Often she would deny it, but she was truly delicate.

Her hand reached above her head and grabbed the frail material that was so similar to silk but even softer. It flickered in the moonlight, as the rest of the world was dead to both of them. The only thing that felt alive were her touches and caresses. The only thing that mattered was that she didn’t stop touching him, tasting him.

Her hands clutched the material harder as he slowly pushed inside her faster. His hands glided there way up her arms and tangled through hers in an attempt to soothe her shaking body. “Zan,” she whimpered. He growled once more before sucking on her bottom lip. His tongue caressed it inside his he devouring mouth. She always tasted so sweet to him; he smiled smally when he remembered that she had told him once that he tasted spicy.

“Amara,” he breathed finally when he could feel the climax coming. Holding him as close to his body as possible, she whimpered with the same emotion as his. They both felt heavy afterwards. He tried to move off of her so not to crush her with his body, but she only held onto him more. He gave up with out a fight and simply breathed in her scent and watched her drift off to sleep.

“I love you Amara,” he whispered.



Zan woke up gasping for air for the fifth time that night. Sweat dripped down his body from the intense dreams he had been having. These fantasies were killing him. Since when did he have dreams about strangers he’d only met for a couple of seconds, they were mere moments really. He told himself that the entire night, but it still didn’t change his thoughts drifting towards the red head.

The dreams were vague and surreal. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought they were flashes. The kind of flashes that he had of his past life, of the old world… Antar, being king of Antar. The idea came to his mind more than a few times, but it was impossible because she was a human. He could tell by her body’s warmth that she was human. Antarian bodies were colder, they had no heat inside, but god did she feel good. At least in his dreams, she felt warm and safe. Something he had never felt before, in this life at least.

It was strange though, the dreams were so real and yet there were so many different distinctions between the dreams and real life. In the dreams her hair was a long silky brown, and yet he knew she had red hair when he’d bumped into her on the street. She was also younger in the dreams, while he seemed older with longer hair just the way he looked from his past memories. It was an impossible idea, no matter how good it sounded to him.

“Where the hell’s Lonnie and Ava?” Rath asked walking into their crib.

“Yo what the fuck do I look like their keepers?” Zan growled as he sat up and wiped the sweat from his face. Damn it was hot.

“What’s up you’re ass duke?” Rath retorted while studying him. He really didn’t know what was wrong with his majesty.

“Shit it’s hot in here,” Zan complained while falling back on the torn mattress.

“Yo there’re fricken ice bergs out side duke. What are you in heat?” he asked half seriously. Zan grabbed his shirt and pulled it on while getting off the mattress and walking out of their crib and soon into the icy streets of New York City.

Lately he’d become a loner. Staying away from his family and especially Ava. He had to deal with enough shit from Rath, let alone having to worry and mess with Ava. He didn’t even feel that bad about thinking about another woman.

But what the hell was he doing, he was supposed to be with Ava. She was his mate, what ever that meant. The thing was during all these years with her, he felt this emptiness inside, almost like he was waiting for something else, or more like someone else.

The noise of sirens broke him out of his thoughts. Ever since Rath stole that 68’ Super Sport, the cops were all over their asses. His second in command was going to end up getting them in deep with the cops, the last thing he needed.

Shit they were coming his way too. Hell, they were practically pulling up right next to him. One of them eyed him from the car, even though Zan turned away his head when they got out of the car and kept on walking.

“Son, we’d like to have a word with ya,” a cop with a heavy accent said loudly, but he kept walking. He was going to kick Rath’s ass when he got back. This was the last time he was going to put up with this shit.

“Hey punk, you here me,” he shouted. Damn, he hated running. He’d chose kicking the crap out of the cops than running any day. He kept walking despite the cop catching up to him. As soon as his hand reached for Zan’s arm, he turned straight on his heal and punched with a right hook. Once he heard and saw another cop car roll up, he walked fast past the cop that laid on the ground from his punch and into the crowds of New York. One thing about the city was that it was easy to get lost in.




“Yo Elli, turn that up that’s my jam,” De yelled from the desk. They were currently in the grocery store. They worked there to keep up with the rent of their apartment. It beat waitressing and getting hit on by every customer that wanted a little somethen somethen.

Elli turned up the radio from counter 12 she was sitting on. There wasn’t anyone in the grocery store anyways. And she meant no one at all. She nodded her head with the music to Kanye West’s “Gold Digger.”

“She takes my money when I’m in need,” Rachel sang as she jumped up on one of the counters and started shaking her hips.

“Rachel you crazy ass. Get down from there,” De yelled even as she was laughing and starting to dance as well next to her counter.

“Yea she’s a terffin friend indeed. Oh she’s a gold digga way over town that digs on me,” Rachel continued. She laughed when she saw Elli still sitting on the desk like a rock.

“Come on Elli,” De laughed before seeing Elli’s head lift up from the magazine currently in her lap. She huffed dramatically before jumping off the desk and taking a spot next to her girl and grinded her hips to the music.






Zan ran into the closest place near him. Rath must have really screwed with them. Finally taking a breath when he felt like he wasn’t being chased any more. Damn the Five O was getting good. He never really had to run from the cops before, but there were just to many. He ended up five blocks away from where he started.

After a few moments of catching his breath, he noticed where he was… in a fucking grocery story. He didn’t remember the last time he’d been in one, if ever. He heard music, and followed it. He just didn’t expect to see what he saw next.





Throwing her head to the side, Elli really got into the music as she ran her hand through her hair and let her other hand roam her around her hips as they swayed. Her red faded pants hung extremely low, and her black wife beater rose up, as her arms were up in the air carefree. Her black studded jewelry rattled with her movements.

Opening her eyes with a sly smile, she found a hungry stare across from the room and a familiar face watching her carefully. It was him. The arrogant stranger from the street, the guy she’d been bizarrely fantasizing about for what seemed like an eternity, and the same guy that she had constantly been thinking about was right there in front of him.

She was already getting short of breath by the way he was watching her body, and suddenly it was a hundred degrees inside the store. It felt like her body was over heating from his. What the hell was happening to her? And what where the odds of seeing him again? After the other night, she was positive she’d never see his face again. What where the odds?

“Yo Elli, did you here me?” De asked arrogantly. She broke out of her trance before asking what she wanted with strong irritation in her voice.

“Didn’t you here Erica? Go restock line twelve,” De returned.

Taking one last look at him, she turned back despite feeling his eyes watch her ass as she left. She hated the fact that she was turned on by it. She hated the way he irked her.

Finding her way to the freezer section, she pulled the frozen food out of the boxes and began to restock even though she didn’t give two shits about restocking. Every cell in her body was fighting to go to him. As fate had it, he came to her.

Zan leaned on one of the freezer doors, not taking his eyes off of her for one second. The small girl woke up something primal in him, and instincts were all he had when it came to this red head.

Finally getting his feet to move, he walked up right behind her so close that all she had to do was move a small step and she’d feel how much he wanted her. I could take her right here he thought. He cursed inwardly at his baggy pants that now felt uncomfortably restricting.

“You stalk a lot of people or just me?” she asked with ease as she pushed the cold food in its shelves. He really didn’t have an answer to that one, the only thing he was thinking about was how fucking amazing she smelled.

“Do I look like a stalker to you Princess? Twice this week, I’ve bumped into you. What you call that?” he asked still breathing in her sweet smell.

“Hmm,” she simply said still organizing the shelves and still having her back turned away from him. With a one glance over she looked calm and even relaxed, but he could see the heavy rising of her chest. He even thought he could here the intense heart rate increasing with in, or hell it might have been his.

Not able to control his actions, he stopped her in her movements by gently grabbing her arm. He whispered into her ear, “You haven’t even looked at me Sweets.”

He smiled when he felt her body shiver before turning her completely around to finally face him. Her wide-eyed expression, made him groan. She looked so innocent and for some unknown reason to him, that was an incredible turn on.

“You have the face of an angel. Has anyone eva’ told ya that,” he whispered more closely to her face. He got closer to her lips, that irresistible mouth… he was only a few inches away from them. He could taste her breath.

And before he got there, she pushed him away gently and said, “I don’t kiss strangers.” The things she was saying were contrasting the way her body was acting. Her eyes fell on his lips and he grunted when she licked hers.

God he remembered what it felt like to hold her in his dreams, he wanted to hold her, touch her, any contact to make this ach go away. He was desperate to get rid of it.

She held her chin high, and pushed past him. And that was the last straw. Before she knew it, he had her pressed against the freezer door and tasting her. She tasted so sweet… just like in his dreams. In fact exactly like his dreams.

She gave up without a fight as he pressed his hot body against hers. It was extremely seductive to have his warm, hard body against her front and the cold glass door against her back. When she started to suck on his bottom lip, he couldn’t take it any more and grabbed her hips and pulled her up his body. He groaned with satisfaction when her legs wrapped around her waist and her center met with his. Jesus, she really was perfect.

His arms came around her waist and held her roughly against his body. He wanted to be gentle with her, but there was this unknown force that drove him insane, and he felt like if didn’t have her now then he never would. Hell, maybe it was true. Maybe after tonight he’d never see her again, and that was what made him kiss her roughly, and hold her more closely. He didn’t want to let go... not now that he had just found her.

“Holy Shit,” a voice interrupted.

Elli’s head turned despite the man reeking havoc on her body, to find Rachael staring wide-eyed in shock of the sight in front of her.

Crap.






A/N: Should I continue?

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chapter 3- Dreaming of you...



“Elli? What the f…” De started but was interrupted with perfect timing of coarse by their manager.

“Well, what have we here?” Erica asked with her arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on her tight face.

“Ah… Erica we… we were just uhm,” Elli tried to explain. What was she trying to say? The truth was obviously out of the question since the outcome would be her getting fired.

“Well ya see Erica… Liz hasn’t been feelen’ so good. I kept tell’n her to stay home today, but wouldn’t have it. She’s been really sick. You know the made stomach flue that’s been around. Plus she’s been hacking and cough’n and…” De started to explain but laughed roughly before again speaking, “ and I bet you’re wondering when I’m gonna get to my point.”

“I’m on the edge of my seat,” Erica stated with no enthusiasm and plenty of sarcasm.

“She fainted,” she answered simply for an explanation.

“Uh huh, so this man was just helping her out huh?” Erica asked even though she didn’t seem to buy it for a second.

“Lady… I was just try’n to help a damsel in distress,” Zan stated while getting really tired of her attitude. Mainly he was just pissed off to being interrupted.

“I’m sure you were,” she stated with as much dislike as Zan’s had shown her. She breathed hard before speaking again, “Liz take the day off. De you can her work for today. I expect you to be feel’n better by tomorrow Elli.”

She nodded before grabbing her bag and walking out of the store while mouthing a thank you to De and into the cold night’s air. She smiled softly as she heard him follow him.

“Elli huh?” he asked coolly while trailing behind her. He was trying to give some space between them. He didn’t think he could take another incident like what had happened in the store. He wouldn’t be able to control himself, besides he was laying low from the cops.

“Yeah… and you’d be?” she returned with out looking back at him.

“Zan… gee’s would you slow down princess. Every time I’s sees ya, you’re walking away from me,” he cursed while trying to catch up with her. She stopped in her tracks to turn around to him. She smiled sweetly or maybe it was wickedly he couldn’t tell before walking slowly this time with him on the street.

“So… you make out with a lot of people in the grocery store?” she asked with a raised eyebrow as she looked up at him.
“You’re the one to talk. I’m not the one who works there sweet pea,” Zan returned with just as much attitude.

The streets started to calm down after they turned the corner. It was almost peaceful since there were only a few people that they passed. The air was no longer biting but refreshing. They shared a long moment of silence, and the really strange thing was it wasn’t aqward. It actually felt comforting to not have to saying anything. They just simple walked side by side in the peaceful night of New York.

A slight breeze blew towards them. Zan watched her as she in took a long heavy breath while closing her eyes and enjoying the weather. ‘Why did she seem so familiar?’ he asked himself. She was like a dream that he just couldn’t quit remember. He wished he did remember; it would bring in some light into the reason why he kept dreaming about her, why he kept having these… feelings for her.

Finally breaking the silence, Zan couldn’t reframe from asking, “Damn where are you from?”

She smiled and turned her head to him before replying, “Is it that obvious that I’m not from here?”

“If it’s any consideration… neither am I,” he told her. It was the truth, but she just didn’t know how truthful it really was.

“Really… I had you pegged for being from New York,” she spoke seriously this time.

“Yeah well…” he trailed off as his gaze strayed away. Elli turned her head and watched him carefully. She noticed the sudden change in him. He suddenly seemed distant now, and she wondered what had caused it. She also wondered why she even cared so much.

“Roswell,” she answered softly.

“What?” he asked.

“Roswell… I’m from Roswell,” she finished.

“Roswell… New Mexico?” he asked as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Yeah, I know home of the little green men. I get that a lot, but I was six when I moved here so I am practically from here,” she explained with a bright smile that almost made him forget what she had said. She was from Roswell. How was it possible?

“Well, this is me,” she said as she stopped. She was confused again when he didn’t say anything, “Listen, did I say something wrong?”

“No… nah, it’s fine princess. So you’re here, you’re home?” he asked while looking up at the building suspiciously.

“Yeah, this is me,” she nodded before turning to walk up the steps but was caught by a strong arm that turned her around. She found herself back in the arms of this man for the third time and feeling just as helpless as the first.

He didn’t say a word, and he was so close to kissing her again. It would have been so easy to give in at that moment. As he brought his hand up to her cheek instead and cupped her small face in his hand, he almost groaned when he saw those innocent eyes staring back up at him. Damn he shouldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t fair… to either of them.

Taking a small step away from temptation, and as difficult as it was, he let go of her and whispered roughly, “I’ll see ya around princess.” The farther away he was from her the easier it was to breathe, and the more he turned away from her the easier it was to leave her.

She took one final look as him walking away before walking up the steps and into her empty apartment. She felt so tired after he had left…inside and out. She wondered how could a man make her feel so tired.

Elli closed the door after walking up the flight of stars to her apartment. She just wanted to go to sleep. Not even bothering to take off her clothes, Elli fell on her bed and stretched before making a waning sound. She felt her eyes close soon after and started to drift of to a much-needed sleep. She smiled softly while hearing rain drop lightly on the glass window. All she needed was some sleep, and everything else would be less confusing in the morning.



The palace doors were wide open and welcomed whomever chose to enter its gates. Celebration was at foot as the royal family of Antar held a glowing and elegant party in hopes to show the start of a golden age. Two of the moons were out that night and gave a gentle aura to everything it touched. The light that reflected off of the moons was not bright but had a golden color that brought comfort to their audiences. Laughter filled the kingdoms halls, and grand masses of foreign politicians and barons were dressed in priceless attire. Simply everything and anyone looked beautiful that night from the royal four to the servants. They all simply looked beautiful.

Golden tables and glistening cups were placed in the courtyard for all of the welcomed guests. A separate table stood in front for the royal bloodline for all the five worlds of their star system including Kathana, Sero, Hanar, Kivar, and Larek. There at the head of the table was a chair meant for and only for the king of Antar and head rule of the star system… Zan.

The chairs were neatly placed around the bronze tables even though no one was sitting. Most were still talking around the courtyard and inside the palace’s lobby. Hard white rock that could easily have been mistaken for marble decorated the floors and walls. It would reflect the smallest glimmer of light and would multiply it by three times in its reflection. If one knew his way around the palace well enough, he could find a beautiful balcony that truly had a magnificent view of the deep red ocean. Many said that you could loss your heart easily in Antar’s oceans, but never could you loss the true memory of its beauty.

Politics and gossips were the common topics of the party as the royal four had yet to make an entrance. Many were waiting for their appearance, others, and perhaps those more qualified to be called their enemies, didn’t share the same expression of excitement.

A drastic hush was spilled from the crowd when the royal family made their grand entrance into the courtyard. His majesty and king Zan accompanied next to his mother and former queen of Antar walked down the stone cold steps. Queen Ava soon followed before the second in command of his majesty and the king’s sister walked after them. These five were the only true-blooded royals of Antar that were left. All others had been killed in battle, assassinated, or died from a deathly illness. Yes, these five were all that were left of the royal line.

After a few minutes of the introductions that had become almost religious, the music and talk reverted as it were before. Zan departed from the company of his wife to find Kivar that had somehow disappeared along with his sister. He was no fool; he knew what was happening with in the palace. He had yet to understand why Vilandra insisted on having these secret meetings with Kivar. He was in no way a man to be trusted, nor would he ever be considered faithful in Zan’s eyes. Deception was the only thing that Kivar and Vilandra had in common that he knew.

On his way out of the vivacious garden, he passed through a quiet hallway that no one dwelt in. When he turned the corner he collided with a small, warm object. His eyes closed gently when he breathed in a sweet perfume. He started to breathe harder when he realized how perfect she felt against him. She was small and warmth in took her body as did his as if her warmth was contagious. His eyes finally opened as he heard her gasp when his fingers unconsciously combed through her dark brown hair. It felt like Antarian silk except softer if it were possible.

He breathed her in one final time before pulling back enough to see her face. He didn’t know what she looked like only how she felt, and he desperately needed to see her face. He let out his breath as it brushed against her delicate neck. His eyes grew heavy when he saw her shiver. There were no words to explain her exquisite face. She had the kind of features that made philosophers make up new words only to describe her true beauty.

She was so young. She must have been sixteen when he himself was at the age of twenty-six. The white gown did nothing to hide her age; it only increased her look of innocence. He groaned when he realized how tight her grown was around the waist and how the sleeves were off the shoulders to tempt him with her flawless neck. Then he noticed how her skin wasn’t a bronze color like Antarians, but was a porcelain cream color that glowed brightly when hit with the moons’ lights. And that’s when it hit him. She wasn’t Antarian, nor was she from any of the planets of their star system. She was human. She was a slave.

“Zan, my dear brother, where have you been? The guests are looking for you,” Vilandra glided towards him in her radiant purple gown.

“Just as you have been looking for Kivar I suspect,” he returned with a hard tone even though he never took his gaze away from the young girl.

“My beloved brother, you have me mistaken me for someone else. Would I be setting my eyes on a man who plays with woman’s hearts when I have my betrothed and your second hand by my side?” she returned with a high held chin.

“Yes, why would you?” he asked as he finally turned his head and took his eyes off of the beautiful creature in front of him.

“Your bride is looking for you. I suggest, brother, that you stop spending your time with the help and start attending to our guests,” she countered before giving one more glance towards the slave and turning her way back to the party.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized to her. Maybe he was apologizing for running into her, or perhaps he was sorry that he had to leave her. He didn’t want to leave. Either way, he was sorry.

He wondered, after he walked out of the hallway, when he started to apologize to slaves. He wondered when had he started to have feelings for them. During that party, it was not politics or his family that he thought about. No, his mind thought simply of and nothing else of but about the slave girl.




He woke up gasping for air loudly when he awoke from his surreal dream. “Amara,” he whispered.

“Amara,”

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P.S. I know you guys were wondering alot if Z/L are both having the same dream and pretty much yeah. It's just that Zan's remembering his perpective from the other life, and Eli is remember hers. Hope it clears a few things up

Chapter 4- Quoting the Past





He took one final drag from his cigarette before dropping it to the ground and putting it out with his worn boot. He couldn’t remember how long he’d been standing in front of her apartment, but the dreams were taking over his thoughts… and perhaps his sanity as well.

She was all he could think about. But she was human, what did she have to do with him or even Antar. The dreams were too vivid for them to be just his imagination. They felt to real to be made up by his fantasies. Sure, he had a good imagination, but not that good. The last dream he’d had wasn’t even a fantasy. It was concerning his world this time. He could see the way she looked when he’d bumped into her in the palace the first time they’d met. No, no damn it! It wasn’t real! The dreams couldn’t be real. He had only met her in a New York street and that was the first time he had met her. It was a simple as that.

But it was getting to the point where he couldn’t separate reality from the dreams. Everything was fusing together. His mind was starting to actually believe that the dreams were real. That the first time he’d met her was in the palace’s garden. "Damn it," he swore to himself. He had to get his shit together.

The last thing he’d remembered was that he was waking up in his bed, and then the next moment he’d some how found himself in front of the angel’s crib. He cursed himself every time he looked up at the window to see if he could just get a glimpse of her. This infatuation had to stop, and it had to stop now.

“What the hell are you doin?” he asked himself angrily before straightening himself up from the brick corner wall that he’d been leaning on.

He turned around one final time and watched the street. Zan felt like someone was watching him, but there wasn’t a single soul around in the street.

Standing there one final second in skeptism, he turned down the alley and into a familiar street. He was gone with the swift stride of his boots, leaving no sign that he'd ever stepped foot on the corner.

Elli walked away from the blinds when he was gone. She’d watched him every second that he’d been out there. After she had woken up from the surreal dream, she couldn’t go back to sleep from the haunting thoughts of her stranger.

Somehow her gaze had lifted away from her bed and onto her window. She had started to breathe hard when she felt someone outside. Her stomach had felt warm and shaky before she had even gottn up the courage to look out side. Her breath had been caught in her throat when she realized that she was right. Zan was out side her apartment lighting a cigarette and leaning on the building’s wall across the street.

When he’d finally left, her breathing slowly dropped to a normal pace. She didn’t even understand what was happening. First she was having fantasies about him, then strange dreams, and now she could since when he was near her? The weirdest thing was she wasn’t afraid of him or the dreams but rather attracted to the mystery, and when he’d showed up outside her apartment, she couldn’t tare her eyes off of him. It was like something inside her was pulling her to be with him.

She shook her head almost like she was trying to shake some since into her brain. Elli sighed to herself, “What is wrong with you?”

Her thoughts drifted back to the dream. They seemed so real, and yet... impossible. The scenery was beautiful yes, but otherworldly also. Scarlet oceans, purple sands, and translucent palaces filled her dreams every night. Mostly it was in one room though… his room, and she had no idea how she knew that.

His sheets were similar to silk except softer. They moved with every movement that they would mak, so it was like an ocean of silk. It caressed and waved around your skin as if it were almost alive itself. And they were always in the deepest color of red.

“Amara,” he would always call out in passion. Who was Amara? It was a foreign name and yet it sounded too familiar to her ears. In another lifetime… no she didn’t believe in that. She didn’t believe in reincarnation and even if she did, it still made no since with the bizarre surroundings.

She sighed to herself as her head began to ach from the constant questions. All she wanted to do was get a decent night sleep. She doubted she would though. The dreams were draining. It felt like even when she was dreaming, she still was awake like she was living the dreams in her sleep… as crazy as it sounded that was the way it seemed.

Laying her head down on her pillow, she tried once again to sleep without the stranger entering her dreams. That night however, she’d had no such luck. Yet again she dreamt of her stranger.











He sighed as he walked into his room within the palace’s walls. The night had come to an end finally as his guests had taken leave to go back home. The party was for politics and had no pleasure in it. As king he was entitled to try and make peace the families of his world. The star system was slowly but effectively falling apart. Rulers had always disagreed about politics, this was known. But things had slowly started to show signs of a great war. He had seen to much bloodshed in his life; he wished for peace for his people. Peace, however, is not an easy thing to come by.

The night had been tiring, but had brought quit a few good outcomes. Perhaps if the five worlds would interact with one another instead of complaining about power, then the war would have never had to happen. But despite his actions of trying to prevent it, it still came and blood still spilled.

He yawned as he started to undress. His thoughts suddenly brought him back to the small girl from the party. He had found himself looking for her through the entire party in hopes of just catching one more glimpse of her soft face.

He wasn’t proud of himself. He had a devoted wife that he in someway loved, but he still found himself wanting. He shouldn’t have such thoughts for another woman… for another girl. She was a young human, probably ten years younger than him. He was ashamed of himself. She was practically a child… maybe sixteen, and he, he was a king.

A knock came at the door that separated him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he said with his back turned away from the door. He could hear a slave behind him placing his clothes on the bed. He didn’t understand why slaves were still sent to his room to undress him.

“You can leave the clothes on the bed. There’s no need to undress me. Thank you, I can manage on my own,” he replied to the person behind him as he started to take his rings off.

When he didn’t here them move out of the room he replied again, “There’s no need to undress me. Thank you, I can manage on my own.” He sighed to himself when he still didn’t hear the door closed and turned to the slave.

He breath was caught when he saw what stood in front of him. “I… I have my orders your majesty to…” she stumbled.

“To…?” he asked as he stared at her in amazement. He couldn’t believe she was standing in front of him in his room no less… next to his bed. He cursed at himself at the thought.

“To dress you your highness,” she answered as her eyes fell to the floor. He could see her blush even as she tried to hide it by looking down.

“How old are you?” he asked as he watched her from where he stood.

Her eyes were brought back up to his when he asked her. She watched him as if studying him before replying cautiously, “Eighteen.”

He cursed at himself when he heard her answer. A twenty eight year old king infatuated with an eighteen year old girl. She looked even younger than she was. And he hated himself for still in want of her.

“Your majesty?” she asked quietly.

“Hmm?” he asked in thought. His mind ceased to work when she was around. When he realized she was waiting for something, he remembered what she had said before. He cleared his throat before speaking again, “You can go. I give you leave.”

She hesitated perhaps in the fear of getting punished for not completing her orders. He smiled at her and said, “I won’t tell, if you don’t.”

She watched him again with those ageless eyes of hers, before finally giving a small smile and nodding. She turned to leave his room before he asked her what her name was. He couldn’t refrain from asking. He was dying to know the angel’s name.

Turning slowly around she paused before replying, “Amara… my name is Amara.”

“Amara,” he whispered to himself, “I won’t forget that name.”








The next morning Zan awoke with a small smile on his face. It had been a long time since that had happened, and for a moment he actually thought that the dream was real. But when he saw the run down walls and felt the hard mattress underneath him, he remembered that it was just a dream. It was just a dream.

“Yo… duke, you up” Lonnie asked from the couch.

“What’s it to you,” he grumbled. He wanted to back to the dream. He wanted to get back to her.

“You been sleep’n all day little brother,” she eyed him suspiciously.

He sighed loudly before getting off of the mattress and grabbing his coat. He didn’t want to deal with his sister’s suspicions or his family as a matter of fact.

Walking up the sidewalk steps while putting on his leather jacket, he could already hear the noisy streets of New York. He didn’t really know where he was going just that he needed to walk away from the suffocating place.

The cold air was comforting once he in took a long breath. His boots hit the pavement harshly as he walked through the mass of crowds. He even zipped up his jacket from the cold. It was strange; the cold had never bothered him before, but lately he found himself in want of warmth. The only time he felt remotely warm was when he was dreaming. He felt just plain burning up when he was with her. And right now he craved warmth.

He refused to go back to her apartment again though like some fucking stalker. He found that he didn’t have to. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her across the street. They weren’t but a couple of block away from her crib so it wasn’t so surprising to bump into her.

She sat outside some coffee place sipping a drink and reading a book at a small table while twirling some of her deep red hair around her finger unconsciously. She seemed deep in the book, so he just watched her from across the street.

He noticed she was reading a book by G. Moore. Someone he’d actually heard of before. When he was a kid he’d use to go to the library and scan books into his memory. It was a hell of a lot quicker than actually taking the time to read them.

“Interesting readin’?” he asked from behind her.

She smiled slowly without taking a look as to whom the voice belonged to. There was no need; she already knew. She didn’t say anything only pretend to keep reading the book.

He finally walked up to the table in front of her and gave her a half smile. “The guy knows his shit,” he said referring to the author.

“Hey right, have you even read any of his books?” she asked sarcastically with a smile. She had yet to look up from her book.

He smiled arrogantly before saying, “Other men said they have seen angels, but I have seen thee… and thou art enough.”

Her gaze immediately fell up from the quoted words. He smiled at her genuinely before sitting back in the chair across from her. He knew he had her attention, and she hated it. She hated the fact that she was so attracted to him. She hated how her heart started to race when he was near.

“So you like Moore huh?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” she shook her head with a small smile, “Not really.”

“Then why you reading him princess?” he asked slyly.

“I’m being forced to,” she answered shortly before explaining, “College doesn’t exactly give choices of readin’ material. If they give ya a book, your gonna have ta read it.”

“A college girl huh?” he smirked.

She smiled before throwing her drink in the garbage and nodding her head to the door before getting up. He followed.

“You wanna come in?” she asked as she reached the door to her apartment. He nodded his head casually without showing any emotion but never taking his eyes away from hers.

“Ladies first,” he said before letting her go up the steps first. He smirked to himself at the very nice view. When she got to the door she swore to herself as she tried to get her key to work.

“Sorry, my damn keys aren’t working,” she swore.

He walked closer behind her before reaching for the door handle and closed his eyes when he smelled her hair. She always smelled like strawberries even in those dreams.

“Let me try,” he whispered in her ear as his arm caressed her while trying to open the door. Finally with a little push, the door opened.

Her head turned up and to the side to be a mere inch away from his. He cleared his throat before taking a step back and giving her a chance to get in the door. He’d wanted to touch her, but he need to find out some answers to his questions first.

Closing the door behind him, he took in his surroundings while she dropped her bag and looked through her mail. It was pretty decent. It was a typical New York lauft with no walls to separate the bedroom from the kitchen. He paid extra attention to the photographs. He held up a picture of her as a kid with a raised eyebrow in questioning. She had been six years old and was playing dress up in her mother’s cloths and wore big glasses like a movie star. “Cute,” replied with a wicked smile

She grabbed the picture and smiled sarcastically at him before turning it over where it couldn’t be seen before walking into the kitchen. He shook his head while smiling and sat down on her bed.

“Making yourself comfortable?” she asked with attitude as watched him from across the room.

“What can I say sweets. I could get use to your bed,” he smiled as his arms went behind his head and relaxed against the warm bed.

He laughed when she refused to sit still. “Do you eva’ relax?” he asked.

“What’s that’s suppose to mean?” she remarked.

“You nervous over me princess?” he asked with a wicked smile.

“Hah, you’d like that wouldn’t you,” she said as she turned around and looked him right in the eyes.

“Fine, if you ain’t so afraid of me then come over here,” he said as he watched her.

She hesitated before slowly walking over to him. She swallowed harshly when his soulful eyes looked up at her. He watched her before sitting up and ushering her sit next him.

Even when she sat next to him, her fingers were fidgeting. He laughed, “You really can’t keep still can you?”

“I Can to,” she said stubbornly.

“I bet you can’t even sit still for five minutes,” he smirked, as he looked her up and down.

“Deal,” she countered as she crossed her arms and looked at him like a kid would that was mad. It was adorable, but he had other plans in mind.

Bringing his hand up to her face, he got closer to her. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Never said I wasn’t going to tempt ya sweets,” he whispered back before getting closer and breathing on her neck. He wondered if she tasted as sweet on her neck as she did on her mouth.

He breathed her in as she shivered. She was intoxicating that he couldn’t resist letting his hand drift down her arms and down towards her jeans. His hand cupped the crease in her knee and shifted her in a much more comfortable position so that she laid on her back and him on the side of her, slightly hovering over her.

Visions of the dreams went through his mind. He groaned at the temptation. Lifting her knee higher, he slipped in between her legs and uncontiously rubbed against her. She made a noise. He began to suck on her neck with intensity. She was a fuckin addiction. He’d go agonizingly slow just to the point of driving her insane.

“Zan,” she whimpered when he put extra pressure on her neck. He wanted there to be a mark after he was done with her.

She couldn’t take any more, so she placed her hands on his chest and rolled him over as she hovered above him. He smiled wickedly before groughly saying, “I win princess.”

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Hi guys! Thank you so much for the Fb. I'm really sorry I have'nt been able to update sooner. Thanks so much for sticking with me.

On anther note- this next section is pretty much clearify a few things about the past. Just to keep things straight.





Chapter 5- A History lesson



“Zan we need to act now,” Kivar spoke with aggravation as he slammed his fist on the table. Another meeting was in place around a round table with in the palace’s walls, “It is imperative that you listen to me.”

“Perhaps you should leave the decisions to the king and not push with such force for your own, Governor,” Rath stood up from his chair and looked him dead in the eyes from across the table.

“Perhaps you would like the king to loose his place so you can gain the crown,” Kivar spoke back with an anger roaring in his voice.

“It’s funny that you’re the one to speak in front of the kings presence of his demise,” Rath returned with as much fury.

“Enough,” Zan roared sweeping the entire room quiet. With one heated look, both his second in command and the governor took their seats in silence.

“This bickering is exactly why the war has started. No one is willing to compromise, and no one is listening to any other propositions than their own,” Zan said roughly. His face was tight and angry with a scowl lightly placed upon his forehead.

“And until a solution is agreed upon or even purposed, Governor Kivar will stay here with in the palace’s walls, but I advise you to watch your steps governor for you will be watched as will the any other guests that stay here,” Zan spoke calmly but with control and supremacy.

A few minutes passed and already there was a new argument at hand. His hand lifted and rubbed to his head from exhaustion. Zan suddenly felt a warm touch within his stomach and breathed in a sweet intake of perfume that calmed his soul but increased his heart rate at the same. He didn’t even look up immediately when footsteps were heard padding across the marbled floor and had stop in front of him.

Opening his eyes slowly, the first thing he saw was a small hand lightly putting down his drink that was now refilled in the purple liquid. The girl’s skin was a gentle and breakable porcelain color. He didn’t need to look any farther to know whose hand it belonged to, but still his gaze traveled onward.

Her smooth arms gently lifted and rearranged objects from the table, and her breasts slowly rose and fell in a serene ryhthm. Small pieces of her hair gracefully fell around her face as her head tilted to the side. He’d seen her dozens of times in the palace now, and yet still her face toke his breath away. Every time he knew she was around his stomach would rumble… every single time.

Turning her head ever so elegantly, she lifted her gaze upward and finally dipped into his eyes. He swallowed harshly when he noticed the increase in her breathing. She watched with such a way that made him think that she could in fact see into his very soul. She was the most fascinating creature he’d ever seen or met. Never had he felt this yearning… this desire to know a human... to know a slave.

Her eyes fell downward again as a slave would do. It was known to be improper for a slave to look into a higher classmen’s eye let alone a king’s. He slipped his hand on top of the table to reach for her and gently caressed her hand. It was the only thing he could do to get her attention again. She glanced up once again in surprise and let out a small gasp from her lips when his thumb started to caress her fingers.

“Zan. Zan!” Rath interrupted with a growl. His attention slammed back into place as the realization hit him. When he saw Rath’s attention was towards his and Liz’s hands, he retreated from the sweet touch and tried to act as if nothing had happened.

“I think we’ve all had enough confrontation today. Tomorrow we shall join here again but until then… no one shall talk of the topics at hand understood?” Zan asked even though he already knew there would be no objections towards him… within earshot that was.

“As you wish your highness,” they all repeated all though not together at once, but eventually they all spoke the agreement.

He waited for everyone to clear the room before his gaze fell back to the small brunette who was keeping busy with cleaning the table. Even when he saw Rath, who was the last to leave, study between he and Amara, Zan still didn’t care what he thought. Rath could not say anything since he himself had not been the most faithful betrothed to his sister Vilandra or visa versa he dared to say. It seemed the whole star system including his world had forgotten about loyalty.

Still the loyal husband that was in him, told him that what he was doing was wrong and immoral, and the king inside him told him that what he was doing was unlawful and against his world’s rules.

He was married to the queen of Antar. He had a loyal wife that supported him without him having to even ask. He told himself all these things over and over, and yet...

It was against everything for an Antarian mix with a human. No matter what status an Antarian had, he was never to mix with their kind. It was simply forbidden.

Swallowing harshly, Zan walked towards the mysterious child. He should be ashamed of himself for having such thoughts of her. He didn’t deserve the crown, and yet everything in his soul told him that being near her was anything but wrong and unlawful.

When he walked behind her, she didn’t turn or even make any action to note that he was there. Although the increase rising in her breast told him somehow that she knew he was behind her. He even saw her shiver when he breathed raggedly against her neck because of how close they were to each other.

“May I get you something your highness?” she asked quietly as she lifted the plate onto another larger one.

His hand met with her shoulder and slid carefully down her arm in such tenderness, “Amara,” he breathed her name as the sweet scent of her filled his senses. His hand unconsciously glided to her wrist and felt the heavy beat of her pulse. Could it be that she craved him the way he desired her?

“Your highness please…” she started but never found the strength to finish. Her body was now shamelessly shaking from the simplest touch. Softly he turned her around and looked into her ageless eyes. God, how could she be a human when those eyes of hers spoke of so many lifetimes she had had before?

His hand cupped her small cheek as their breaths mingled together as they both seemed to be hyper venerating with heat and a blurry sensation. Zan couldn’t think a single straight thought. He only felt the soft skin of her body, and only saw the dark passionate eyes in front of him.

Bending down his neck, he became a mere inch away from her lips. She was so small that he began to get aggravated with the lack of closeness between them, but he could steal a kiss if he dared. He could reach those innocent, sweet lips. He could…

Laughter was soon heard outside of the closed room; it was like cold water that woke him up to see what he really was doing. He shut his eyes and took one final breath of her before stepping away from her tiny body.

When he looked up slightly, he saw her eyes lightly closed. When he had taken enough space between them for it to be safe, her eyes slowly lifted to his. She looked so lost and scared. He swore quietly before whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

Taking one final look at the small girl, he turned around quickly and left the room with shame. God he had almost kissed her.










“Your mind has been somewhere else Zan,” she carefully said from across the table in her light, silky gown. It was cold in the room, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the temperature or her, but he had a whim that leaned towards the latter.

“Zan? I know your king, but your also my husband,” she mumered as she tossed her head to move the golden locks out of her face.

“The war is here Ava. Remember that,” he ordered her with anger slightly shown in his eyes. The anger wasn’t towards her but rather pointed towards himself. He felt guilt in his heart and at her presence especially when the raven headed beauty flashed through his thoughts . What had become of him? Did he no longer have honor as a king and as a husband.

“Zan… you haven’t spoken to me in a real conversation since… let alone touch me,” she returned.

He watched her in silence as his young bride that looked insecure and wounded. Zan knew, although it didn’t make things better, that he had neglected her long before he had even laid sight on the small, slave.

Zan spoke no words to hers. He didn’t have an answer for her. What could he say they had married so young and things had changed. He had changed.

“Ava,” he spoke while lifting off his chair and walking towards her on the other side of the long table slowly. He knelt before his wife and hesitated before lifting up his hand and forcing her look into his eyes. Tears weren’t spilled but they were close to falling in her icy blues. He sighed and hesitated once again before making an attempt to kiss cold lips.

They stopped as the door opened. His head swiftly lifted away from his wife’s before he could make a simple kiss upon her lips.

His heart clinched when he saw her face. She looked into his eyes as her breath was caught at the sight of him so closely next to Ava. Pulling away emotionally and physically from Ava his eyes tried silently to apologize to her. The look in Amara's eyes showed hurt as she downcasted her eyes and kept walking to the middle of the table to reach for the empty plaits.

“There fine! Leave them,” Ava spoke forcefully as they were interrupted by the slave. Zan never turned his eyes away from her as Amara nodded her head shortly from being yelled at before she retreated back outside.

Zan had hoped she would look at him once more before she left, but she never did. She kept her eyes down to the floor before turning and leaving him there broken into pieces.

“Ugh, I swear the servants in our home no know better than a sack of wine,” she retorted as she lifted her hands and wiped away the small tears smuging her her face.

“Zan… what were you saying?” she asked again as her attention turned towards him once again.

“I… nothing. It was nothing,” he replied.













“Amara your incorrigible!” Serena yelled where they stood in the courtyard. Amara didn’t once look down to the head mistress. She may have had to look down every time a royal came into her presence but Serena was certainly no royal. The only time she would associate Serena with the word ‘Royal’ would be the phrase that described her as 'A royal pain in the ass.'

“Serena, I’m not your servant. You hold onto your place and I’ll do mine. It’s not difficult to understand,” she turned around with a harsh stair.

“Listen to me you little runt. You may be the youngest slave in this palace but you're certainly not the youngest slave there ever was outside of the palace, and if you keep acting this way then that’s exactly where I’m going to put… outside of the palace. Do you understand me,” the red head spoke with such force.

“Screw you,” she said just as forcefully.

“Why you…” she started as she grabbed her by the arm harshly.

“Serena, is there a problem” a deep voice from behind them both.

“Your highness… I didn’t mean to be so loud. I’m sorry if we disturbed you,” she said as she curtsied towards him.

“Well, if it's okay with you Serena. I would like Amara to spend the day with me for my measurements,” he spoke calmly as he turned his gaze to the small girl. He’d heard every word out of Serena’s mouth and he was trying his best to casually save her from harsh punishment.

“But your highness…” she started but stopped when she saw his face. She soon realized that she was out of order towards the king. “Yes your majesty as you wish,” she swallowed with another curtsy once again before glaring at Amara and leaving with forced steps.

He smiled once she was gone and walked confidently towards Amara. As he towerd over her, he flashed a handsome smile, “Now what am I going to do with you?”

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[touched by an alien]

Hola! As I promised another chapter. I do apologize for it being slightly shorter than usual, but I can promise that I will be posting alot more sooner because I'm almost done with one of my other fics so...

Okay well hope you guys enjoy and thank you so much for the fb. Oh by the way the qoute that's read is by Dick Sutphen... not me


Chapter 6-Denial




“Amara,” he whispered against the scorching kiss that he simply couldn’t pull away from. Sucking on her lips with hunger and want, he hadn’t known what had come over him only moments ago, but simply that a sudden burst of hot energy had come over him. He groaned in the sweet torture of her when he couldn’t get close enough. It felt as though he was reaching and in search of her soul instead of her body. So he didn’t realize what he had mumbled against her lips until Elli pushed him away with heavy breathing and glazed eyes.

“What did you say?” she asked. The pure lust still lingered in those ageless eyes.

“What?” he breathed as he struggled tried to form a single straight thought. His body felt like it was about to give out, and yet still this powerful want to never stop touching her was constantly inside gripping at him, controlling him.

“You called me… Amara,” she breathed. She wasn’t angry, but instead she was scared and confused. ‘Amara’ she knew that name from her dreams… the dream with him. How was it possible? In her mind she remembered this life that simply could not exist full of red-jeweled seas and iridescent moons. In her mind… that’s all this was- in her mind. It wasn’t real and neither was this fantasy of hers.

“I…” he stumbled for words to explain, but he could think of nothing. In his mind and dreams that was her name, but he couldn’t tell her the truth. He couldn’t possibly explain himself. He swore when he realized that she probably thought he was thinking of another woman. He wasn’t, but that had to be what she was thinking.

“Leave,” she whispered in confusion. Did anything make since any more? Everything in her head seemed to be overheating and melting all together in one pile of mush. ‘Amara’ he’d said.

“Is that what you really want?” he asked heatedly even as he reframed from doing anything. He simple laid still and watched her face.

“Yes… yes it is,” she said boldly.

“I don’t believe you,” Zan whispered.

“I don’t care what you believe,” she pushed him back and away from her on the bed.

“Amara…” he started.

“Stop! I’m not Amara. Stop calling me that!” she released all of her anger and confusion out. She stood now in front of him awaiting for a smug remark from him, but she was wrong. He simply sat there and watched with studying eyes. There was something in his eyes that resembled disappointment, but it quickly disappeared.

“Okay,” he whispered with defeat as he ran his hands over his face and hair in exasperation before finally standing up from her bed.

Before he stepped out of the door, he turned and watched her carefully, “You’re making a mistake, and you know it angel.” He stood there one final moment waiting for a reaction but she simply stood firm, but her face… her face showed such hurt.

His broken angel…

God, where had he heard that before? He knew once along time ago that he had said it before but when? He took one final look at her before turning his heal slowly as the door squeaked open. Lifting his heavy boots, he finally walked out of the door.

Once the door was closed he took a deep breath and rested on the other side of the door. His body was still overheated. He could even still feel her body from the other side of the door.

He growled to himself as he whispered the familiar words, “my broken angel…”


“Don’t cry Amara… please don’t cry,” he pleaded.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised. Our love was doomed from the moment we saw each other… I knew it would end this way… from the very beginning I knew,” she whispered into his hand that was gently caressing the tears falling down her cheek.

“Shhh… angel’s should never cry…” he spoke softly in her ear as his hand threaded through her soft brown hair. He cupped her beautiful face before wiping away her sweet tears and knew he’d always remember that way- his broken angel. Trying to be strong for her sake, he pushed away the fear out of his heart he smiled into her innocent eyes and whispered, “We’ll find away through this… I promise.” The words were lies; in his heart he knew it so, but for her sake... he would whisper sweet lies to her for as long as she needed. He’d do it forever if she asked, but he knew that this night might be their last night together.


His fists clenched as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. “Amara,” he whispered. The visions were getting more and more intense the more the time passed. It was getting to the point were he could still feel her touch after hours had past from the vision. Why was this happening to him?

“Zan?”

He froze in his motions when he heard her voice. Turning around slowly he found her there not but a couple of feet away from him in the hall. There was something there in her eyes as she opened her mouth hesitantly and then shutting it again. She looked down at the hard wood floor before pushing her chin up staring him straight in the eyes.

“You left this,” she said as she held out his talisman. It was some gift from Ava a couple of years ago. He couldn’t give a shit about the necklace, but he did have the constant craving to be near her. So, he took a step towards her and reached for the metal. As he took the talisman from her hand, his fingers lingered against hers a moment too long.


“Love me without fear. Trust me without questioning. Need me without demanding. Want me without restrictions. Accept me without change. Desire me without inhibitions,” he read to her as she fell gently asleep in his arms, “For a love so free… will never fly away.” Placing the book aside, his fingers threaded through her hair and kissed her forehead with tenderness as she held him closer as she dreamt.


She sucked in her breath as her eyes fell on his chest when the vision filled her thoughts. She felt as though she would faint from the intensity that started inside her. Her heart clinched and her body felt heavy and weak as though… as though she had just woken up from a peaceful sleep.

Eli didn’t look into his eyes even as she felt his linger on her face. She couldn’t however hide the convulsing and shaking of her body. “Eli,” he whispered, “Eli.” She didn’t look up not for a moment. She simply gazed into space down at the floor.

“…Amara,” Zan swept his hand to cup her small face as her eyes involuntarily fell into his gaze, “Why didn’t you tell me you’s was have’n dreams?” She didn’t answer but never faltered in her stare.

“You been dream’n about me angel? About us?” he asked dipping his head into her neck and breathing in her scent. His senses were being toxicated with her smell and warmth, and knowing she was going through the same thing only made it harder to restrain himself.

“No,” she moaned as his hand ran down her spin and rubbed the curve of her side.

“No?” he asked even as he didn’t buy one word out of her pretty mouth. His mouth let out hot breaths against her neck before taking a taste. She whimpered again when he started to suck on her pulse.

“Princess… I don’t believe you,” he whispered hotly in her ear before sucking it into his mouth.

“No,” she whimpered before letting her hands slide up his shoulders and attempt to push him away, “This isn’t real.”

“It’s not?” he asked amused before moving towards her again. She felt the wall behind her as his arms leaned on the wall to trap her. He simply looked her up and down with a lop-sided grin. She’d never admit how much it affected her.

“No, you’re just trying to get what you want,” she swallowed.

“And what’s that angel?” he smiled while even getting closer.

“You know what,” she said hotly with a high held chin and a brave bravado on. “You probably do this all the time- make out with girls in grocery stores, get into their paints, and then the next morning… your gone. I’m right aren’t I?”

“No,” he answered shortly. When she didn’t give in, he started speak, “Amara…”

“Stop calling me that damn it! My name isn’t Amara! My name is Eli,” she yelled exasperated before pushing him back away once again.

“God this is so stupid. First I make out with a complete stranger at work, then start having these fantasies…” she started.

“You been have’n fantasies about me angel?” he asked with a knowing look and smoldering eyes.

“It’s not real! This thing between us is not real!” she yelled finally.

“Yes it is,” he countered seriously.

“Prove it,” she said confidently before sneaking out of his clutch and walking away from him. She gasped when his strong hands grabbed her shoulders and turned her around and crashed a hungry kiss onto her lips that was so powerful that her will came crashing down. She would have fallen if his arms weren’t wrapped safely around her waist.

God he’d missed her.

[touched by an alien]

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Chapter 7- The red that started it all







Everything was blurred in vision and memory as Eli found herself now in the arms of a hungry man on her bed. Her mind was dizzy and helpless as she kissed him back with so much force that she felt faint and weak when all she wanted to do was give into him. He was so tempting, and she, she was vulnerable at the simplest taste of him… an addiction that kept her craving for an eternity.

The lights had somehow turned off by themselves as a sudden golden glow illuminated the place from dark to candle light hitting everything in sight with a auburn blush. She thought it was real, but her mind refused to believe when she felt the soft silky red sheets under her fingertips that she had so well known from her dreams, the ones that clung and caressed every inch of vulnerable skin.

“This isn’t real,” she whispered hotly against his lips as rugged breath escaped her quivering mouth.

“Does it matter anymore?” he sighed looking deeply into her eyes daring her to resist him.

“No,” she confessed. He growled and possessed her lips finally once again full of want. The vertigo increased the more he touched her, and soon she was unable to keep her eyes open from the sheer light and intensity of his passionate lips. She made a helpless noise when she felt his knee push into her heat and move against her sensually.

Their clothes were no longer on their bodies, and she sucked in the heavy, spicy air when she felt every inch of him above her. Her breath was refusing to push out as her lungs felt stretched and about to combust. The lights were even dimming down more as her eyes started to feel as week as her body. And then everything was completely dark, as the last thing she felt before she blacked out was his breath on her neck as he whispered foreign words into her ear that created a warm sensation inside her stomach.














He sighed heavily in his chair as he looked over the peace treaties and warplanes that lay upon his large desk. It was a desk full of contradictions that he would soon have to choose between. Zan was alone in the massive room as the slightest rustle echoed through out the empty room. The fire against the wall was the only mere thing keeping the room warm as it’s crackle and crack noises filled the quiet.

The confused and tired king let go of the former paper before leaning back into his chair as he rubbed his eyes from exhaustion. His body felt energy less and broken, as he couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent time in his own bed. He simply felt guilty just of the thought of resting while his people were in danger.

A small knock at the door awoke him from the trifling thoughts. “Come in,” he said with a hoarse voice without the energy to even look up, “Rath, I told you…”

She held her breath as he gazed up at her with rough eyes and frowning lips. The king cleared his throat and sat up straighter in his chair when he saw the small tray in her hands. No matter how many times he’d see her, he always would feel insecure when she’d study his features from a distance like she so commonly did. He, king Zan of Antar, felt nervous by the mere presence of a small slave girl from the Milkyway Galaxy… the irony in it all was too torturous to laugh at.

Walking slowly and gracefully towards the table, she sat down the tray with a soft touch. “You should eat… you haven’t had anything all day your majesty,” she whispered quietly as her head lifted, her eyes fell into his. Could she see into his very soul? He wondered to himself. He could have sworn she could with those deep pair of eyes. It had been ages since their kiss… that intoxicating, scorching kiss.

“Thank you Amara,” Zan said roughly. She nodded her head before gasping a sigh when some of the papers from the desk fell to the floor by the mere swish of her light blue dress that’s sleeves fell off the shoulders just to tempt him more with her glowing neck. If she only knew.

She gently apologized and kneeled to the floor to gather the papers together. “It’s okay,” he assured her as he leaned in his chair to help, but something in that moment of weakness left his barrier down and within a single, important moment he took hold of her small hand in his and brought it up to his cheek only to sigh into her warm touch. He, at that moment, didn’t care about the rules, or his wife, or even his duties. He simply needed to feel her comforting fingers embrace his face.

He breathed and kissed her hand that dwelt and curved against his tired face. Everything melted away and was gone… everything except that simple, innocent touch. Nothing made him feel more alive than the gentle caress of her fingertips. Nothing in the whole galaxy… solar system… kingdom felt more alive with fire and warmth.

She studied his weary eyes and frowned lips, as he seemed to take comfort in her. It was wrong and she shouldn’t indulge it, but she felt no resistance to do so. He was her king and master. She took comfort in comforting him.

Amara helplessly closed her eyes and sighed as his lips kissed her palm in an impossible gentleness for an Antarian. She fought to keep her breath to a normal pace. His hands slipped upwards and around her wrist carefully before rubbing his thumb against her pulse in circles enthralling the life within her.

Hesitantly her other hand rose from her side and beautifully brushed back his long bangs out of his tired eyes. He had the most tortured eyes she’d ever seen. They were full of worry for his people, love for his family, and sorrow for the burden he had to carry as king.

“Amara,” he whispered with torment inched in his voice as he felt her fingers thread through his hair softly.

“Are you okay your highness?” she asked quietly.

“No… no I am not. I’m tired Amara…I’m just…so tired. I just need,” he whispered into her hand with abandonment.

“You try to do so much your highness when you forget about dreams and sleep for yourself,” she promised.

“Can one not have dreams without sleep Amara?” he asked quietly as he looked into her eyes finally and perhaps suggestively.

“I suppose but…” she started but became speechless as his eyes fell to her lips. She wet her lips and swallowed when she heard him groan in fascination and perhaps pain.

He with no more thought reached for her face and gave into the action of a kiss. She stopped him with gentle but firm hands while looking into his eyes. He found strength and defiance, something he lacked at that moment, in her eyes. She stood straight and with a high chin, “I am a slave Czar... I’m not to be had for the wanting nor the having.”

His arm fell away from her energy less as his eyes no longer held the look of desire. Confusement and disgust now lay instead as he realized his actions. What had happened to him? Did he no longer have morals and thoughts besides her? He once had respect for slaves, now he was trying to seduce one. What had become of him?

“If you keep your place in mind your highness, and I will keep in mind my own,” she added. Was there anyone as defiant as she? He wondered such things when he would catch a spirited glance or movement from her. She had such energy and power inside. He could feel it like heat from a blazing object. With each defiant glance casted, he felt defiance with in his own veins like an infection… an intoxication.

“Are you that repulsed by your own king?” he questioned with flaming and dark eyes.

“I am repulsed that you think of me in such aways as good as a mere whore,” she returned.

“…How could I think that when the spitting image of heaven itself was inspired by your beautiful face?” he whispered to himself. She seemed caught in his words even with her head still high and her eyes still just as fiery. But for a moment he thought he might have actually touched her, but it was gone as sure as the suns would rise.

She left and walked towards the door without one final look back towards him as if she would have no other thought of him until the next meeting. For the king… she’d never leave his thoughts.











She gasped for air as a loud noise awoke her from her dream even as her body willed against it. Her arms and legs felt heavy as did her eyes.

“It’s about time. You’ve been out for hours El. What’s up wet’cha? Lately all you been doin’ is sleep’n,” Dee said with a raised, pierced eyebrow from across from her.

“What day is it?” she rubbed her eyes.

“Thursday… you been drinking or somethin’. Cause I ain’t no babysitter…” she started.

“No… I just,” she started but plunked back into bed and finally whispered, “Could you just lay off, and get out.”

“Hey I thought we decided that today I was going to act bitchy,” she retorted with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you doing here Dee? Did Erica send you cause…” she started.

“No, no, no don’t get your panties in a twist. Jez, this is what I get for checking up on a friend. Besides don’t play all innocent wid’ me. I saw him leave,” she said with a wicked smile.

“Who?” she asked with a turn of her head.

“Oh come on Eli. I might have trouble remember the male species names, but I got a pretty good look at him when you two were mak’n out in the grocery store. I didn’t know you were such freak in the romantic area. What other skeletons you got in your closet?” she laughed.

“We didn’t… huh,” she sighed and fell farther into her bed with no absolutely no energy as she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her now shivering body.

“And acting sick won’t work with me either,” she added, “ So was he a good one night stand?”

“I don’t have one night stands Dee. You do,” she reminded.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I remember hit and quit it isn’t your thing. I know,” she sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, “Yo, you okay? You ain’t look’n so hot.”

“Thank you Maria…” she retorted knowing how much she hated being called by that, “I just… I want to go to sleep. Just let me sleep,” she sighed into her pillow before taking one final glance at Dee and turning away from her towards the wall.

She just wanted to sleep; perhaps, she wanted to avoid the questions she knew she’d have to ask sooner or later, and maybe she was even more afraid of the answers. But for now she wanted nothing more that sleep and fall into those oh so tempting dreams. There’s no harm in sleeping anyways. What could it hurt? No harm came from steamy fantasies and dramatic dreams… no harm at all.













The king sighed and breathed in the spicy Antarian air and peacefully drew it back out from his lungs. He gazed upon his world from the highest balcony in the palace. He could clearly see the shimmering blue decorations placed upon the tables from the distance down below.

“You’re majesty, the Baron has arrived and would like, respectively, to have a word with you,” a slave said with down casted eyes behind him.

“Kivar has no business with me today,” he returned with out a turn of his head.

“Oh, I think the Czar of Antar can spare a few moment for me,” Kivar butted in as he passed the slave and dismissed him with a minute flick of his wrist. Zan turned away from the red and purple scenery.

“I suppose you’ve looked over the war plans?” the baron asked as he carelessly walked beside him facing the gleaming view. He secretly mocked the Antarian people and wondered if they could survive without their iridescent colors.

“You know the answer to that question,” Zan returned looking him straight in the eye.

“Zan, surely you don’t believe in Rath’s idea. Hah, peace in this galaxy… there will never be such a thing. You have the authority and the resources to take over all five the planets. Why do you not use it? If you put fear into their hearts, their will be no objection against you. The council is week, we can take over with force if…”

“Enough!” Zan roared, “Enough… we will discus this in the morning until then have a drink Kivar or two. The war has been postponed. This you know. I do not wish for it to come any sooner than it has to.” He handed Kivar, with one final glance, Zan’s own cup of Eutopean wine before walking inside and towards the party.

He could here the familiar laughter and old talk even as he was a corridor away and in his mind he already could imagine the events ahead. Despite it’s different decorations, Zan knew it would be the same as it always was, barons and senators from the galaxy pretending to actually be civil with one another while secretly keeping an eye out for gossip and any other details they could use against the other.

“Zan,” Rath greeted with a laugh standing next to Larec and a few other royals. His second in command walked towards him and gave a brotherly pat on the back with the comment, “I thought that perhaps you and that wife of yours had gotten into a war again.”

“One can never tell in marriage,” Larek commented with a small bow to Zan in respect, “Speaking of, where is your queen?”

“Ava loves a grand entrance Larek. You know this,” Rath laughed, “When she arrives at the party, you will know.” Rath commented indifferently as he took a sip of the dark golden wine.

“Zan, I must say I’ve heard rumors of you and wife… about the war. Some say…” Nicholas started with a hansom smile.

“Enough with the politic Nicholas. This junction is an action of peace not war,” Rath spoke roughly with a sneer with the distaste for the Damien. He’d had his eye on Rath’s betrothed since the moment he’d met her. There were also strong rumors of he and Kivar plotting against the entire system. Zan neither Kivar nor Nicholas with his plans for his kingdom despite the attempts for them to “help.”

“Come, Zan let me show you the presents your guests have brought on your behalf,” Rath offered with his hand on his back leading him away from the Damien, “You will enjoy yourself my king with what they’ve prepared.” A wicked smile graced Rath’s lips as he led him to the throne.

He noticed as he walked past the strong cages that held the wild and fiery animals inside with diamond colors and that shined with beauty. They were shown with respect and care but where shown off as mere positions of the palaces. Zan noticed the growl of the animal he’d just past with its red and purple coat that belonged to the fierce Varoness. Many compared the Varoness to the human tigers and lions of Earth. Being quit similar in size and shape, their city was very proud of their violet and rare animal. Ignoring the exceptional creature, Zan took his seat as Rath sat next to him as always yet that grin of his stayed, as his eyes never left the vacant space before them.

Zan glanced upwards at the sky with its bright red and blue shooting stars before drawing back is attention forward when he heard rhythmic and sensual drums. The bass was ancient and entrancing as it caught every guest’s ears.

Young women glided their way in perfect rhythm with the barbaric music. They were claded in red ancient cloths with small golden threads woven into them as they moved swiftly and gracefully all around. Gowns cut at the rib cage showing a generous amount of skin covered them at the top. The red cloth wrapped around the waist ending at their feet was cut down the middle to show their legs whenever they moved. The foreign costumes that matched the setting were ancient and sensual as the cloths glided with its own possessor.

Posing erotically with the music as the drums beat heavy and freely, the dancers moved freely entrancing all of the male guests in awe. Zan held his breath when a small brunette with exquisite grace came heatedly through the bodies of girls like a flame out of a sky of small stars. She was amazing with no words to describe.

Throwing her head back in passion she swayed and pulled her body every which way with the ancient music. Finding her in the middle, Zan could hardly breath at the mere sway of her hips. Her skin glowed almost unnaturally bronze from the deep, seductive red cloth. All in union the dancers swayed and turned in obsession with the music. Falling down on the ground heatedly they crawled and swayed their hands to the music. Amara had her eyes closed in pleasure as she threw her head back and caressed her stomach until she was completely lying on the floor of red petals that were lighter than even the air around them.

Zan groaned when he smelled the spicy aroma of her. G*d he could smell her from where he was sitting and she was crawling closer and closer to him. Sitting up in his chair the best he could he placed his hand over his mouth casually as it draped of the arm chair in an attempt to hide his lust full eyes and dry lips. He was finding it incredibly hard to sit in his chair comfortably as he was throbbing inside.

The petite brunette curled her hands in the air making circles with her fingertips entrancingly. He swallowed hard when his eyes began to drift farther down her body and had to suffocate a moan at the curve of her breast and the rolling of her hips on the floor. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her.

He distinctly remembered Rath say something like ‘I told you the present was entertaining’ but Zan barely even heard him as all sensations were directed at the young slave girl. There was more fire in her eyes then a burning city he swore.

The drums beat faster and hit harder from all around as they began to pound with in his chest. Her movement grew faster as she slipped her hand down her waist and caressed her stomach with in an exhale of breath. Perspiration started to form on her body with her thrashing and dancing in the middle of the other moving dancers.

Growing faster if it were possible, the drums pulsed matching the convulsive rate of his heart pumping. In the moment of chaos she opened her eyes and threw a star into his very soul with the drums pulsing all around him. The look in her eyes was as fierce as the Varoness of the kingdoms. It was a look of unruly and passion that not one man could touch. She was untouchable to men but confined by chains in this world. If any man thought he could control this woman then they had never looked into her eyes.

He watched as her breath grew more rapid and her eyes grew blacker with passion. And suddenly the drums all at once stopped. Bare silence controlled the room as the dancers took one final movement with a throw of there head to the floor in a bow to the king. The silence was almost deadly from the guests who were truly hypnotized.

Claps and grand words were spilt into the air to show their enjoyment of the exciting event. All but Amara bowed and started to join the crowds as either entertainers or servers of the party. Lifting her head gracefully, her eyes connected with his as she was still unequal in breath. She smiled softly before taking another respectful bow to the king. Her smile grew more when she found him gracing her with the same gesture.

“My king,” she whispered to him before standing on her feet with poise before walking slowly backwards. Leaving him in awe of her beauty and in want of her soft flesh. His body over heated with passion; he excused himself from Rath’s presents. He swore when he found himself following her threw the crowd and closer to the inside of the palace.

Zan had missed the attention of his second in command as he studied the unusual behavior of his king. Rath’s eyes followed him through the crowd until he could no longer see him. Much later Zan would find that it was the point of no return. That that very moment was when his infatuation had been suspected and come into question. That was the very moment when his infatuation had turned into more than lust or anything else he could have possibly imagined. It was the beginning of the end of Rath’s king and Zan’s slave affair. This was the moment that would turn literally the world upside down.

[touched by an alien]

Hey guys I AM SO sorry I haven't posted in like forever but next weak's spring break so...-lol so there's a hope for a quick new post after this one. Thank you guys again for the wonderful comments and if any one gets confused about the story then please feel free to ask question. I'll be glad to answer them. The song's by Santana "Nothing at all"



Chapter 8- It was only a moment


Breathing in the cold but refreshing air outside on her steps, she Eli walked with a strange comfort in her stomach. She felt as though she actually was looking forward to something in her life when it was just a normal day of her life. The dreams, if they weren’t an eye opener, then they were most definitely blinding her. Ever since she had woken up that morning everything seemed a little bit brighter, too bright in her opinion. She put on her dark sunglasses.

Nothing felt the same. Everything felt off or misplaced. It was the most difficult feeling to explain, but since when were feelings ever easy to describe? Maybe she just needed to get back into the roll of things. She couldn’t remember the last time she had gone to work, and according to De she had been out for a whole twenty- four hours. Besides being cold all the time, she felt fine. She didn’t feel ill of faint; she just felt… a little off.

She swore and shook her head when she found herself looking for Zan. She didn’t even know the guy and she was acting like a freaking schoolgirl hoping to get a glimpse of him. She didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her, but according to De she just needed to get laid.

She couldn’t answer De if she and her hot mystery man had actually done the deed. For all she knew they could have, because the only thing she could remember from the other night was that one moment they were in the hallway fighting and the next she and he were making out with no other passion she’d ever felt in her life. As soon as she had woken up, she had felt cold and completely alone. She still felt that way.

Pulling the coat even tighter against her body as she walked down New York’s streets, Eli occasionally felt her eyes wondering around her in search for something… for a stranger.

“Yo, Eli!” Rachel yelled from across the street with a wave. Eli smiled and waited for her to cross the street. She had to laugh when Rachel yelled and hit the cab’s hood that almost ran over her in the process.

“You look’n to be road kill Rach,” Eli laughed.

“Speaking of road kill, you look like crap Eli,” Rachel returned lightly, “Where the hell have you been girl? You don’t call. You don’t write.”

Eli rolled her eyes as she walked into work with the shorthaired brunette. “Yo De, Ms. Thang finally decided to show up,” she shouted over the isle to Dee who currently had her leather boots propped up on the counter.

“About time,” she snorted, “What have another run in with Mr. Bump and grind?”

“Shut it Dee,” Eli reminded as she started to take off her coat but on second thought left it on.

“What’s she talkin’ about?” Rachel asked while wiping the counter down.

“Nothing…” Eli started.

“Oh you know the guy that Eli was up against the freezer with the other day,” Dee chimed. Rachel laughed and raised an eyebrow..

“You go all the way?” Rachel asked interested.

“Hit it and quit it ain’t my thing Rach. You know that,” Eli reminded tiredly as she hopped up on the counter and laid flat of her back with her feet dangling off the side of the table.

“Oh, I forgot ta tell ya! You’ll never guess who I found yesterday. Eric Shunnings… you know him Rachel. Remember he’s that guy who pierced his….”

Liz didn’t here a word, as her eye grew heavy. ‘Damn not again… not here’ she thought as she felt herself slipping towards sleep. But the more heated her body became, the less she cared about falling asleep at work. She could practically feel his hand already on her hips slipping under jeans before she had even fallen asleep.









“G*d I’ve missed you,” he whispered hotly against her ear as his hands fell southward helpless to his want. He groaned loudly when she sucked on his neck.

Growling animalistically, Zan with no patience grabbed her and pressed her against the wall as his large hand came up to squeeze her right breast and molding her flesh as if it the very self belonged to him and him alone. Amara made a loud noise as she was pressed up against the hallway. G*d she could here people from the other hall only a mere few feet away from them. If someone even turned the hall they’d surely be caught and all hell would be brought upon them. But it seemed to only turn Zan on more as he impatiently grabbed her thigh and brought it high to his hip and thrusted his knee in between her legs possessingly. She moaned helplessly as her dark lusted eyes met his.

He cursed as it wasn’t enough time to do the things he wanted to do to her. Clutching his shirt, she threw her head back and moaned as his knee moved and grinded against her trying to subside the treacherous ache. She pressed herself against him harder and grinded her hips into his hardness. He growled painfully; his hands framing her body and leaning against the wall for support to trap her into his reach.

Taking her lips possessively with a blow and crash he sucked and devoured her. Intaking everything she had to offer, Zan painfully pushed into her needing to take comfort in her. There wasn’t enough time to do what he wanted with the beauty. This was what got him through the nights with out her, without her warmth during the dry days.

“Amara,” he whispered hotly against her as he warmed and wetted her lips with his own, “I can’t…” he begged before clasping her hands and bringing it to the place he most severely needed the most. She squeezed and together they moaned as satisfaction grew through out their bodies. The sweet agony poured and relieved them of their burden.

They lingered and held tightly against each other’s sweaty bodies. Perspiration remained on Zan’s forehead as his breath continued irregularly. His head buried in her shoulder, with shaky hands he lifted her head with his thumb and kissed her with an impossible softness for a king.

“I wish…” he started with sad longing. She stopped him with a soft finger against his lips.

“I know,” she assured him knowing all to will what he wished. She wished it to.

“Zan,” Rath’s voice called from not far from where they now were. He stood straightly and shakily kissed her one final time. God knew when the next time he’d be able touch her again.










“Eli!”

She broke the air with a gasp, as she shot straight up from the table alarmed and breathless.

“You okay?” Rachel asked watching her carefully.

“I told Rach not to wake you up unless she wanted some groping or a bitch slap from you,” De remarked with a sly smile not the least bit worried about her best friend.

“Shut up De!” Rachel returned angrily as she looked back at Eli with worry clearly in her eyes.

“Oh, would you relax already! It’s just one of those long, hot fantasies that she’s been havin’ lately. Its not called life-threatening Rachael. It’s called not getting any,” De remarked.

Eli, finally done with dealing with her friend, grabbed her bag and jumped off the counter towards the front door.

“Eli, where are ya going?” Rachel yelled behind her, “What do ya want me to tell Erica?”

“You’ll think of somethin’,” Eli yelled back before escaping the stifling grocery store.

“What is up wit’ that girl?” she asked back at De. De just shrugged with confusion and went back to work.













She heard her door close as she walked inside the apartment while reading her mail and throwing half of it in the trash. Taking a big stretch as she pulled off her black “I’m with the band” t-shirt off her body, Eli yawned as she was about to climb back into bed. Screw work, responsibility… screw it.

She groaned into her pillow when she heard the knock at the door. She was grumpy and tired, so whoever was behind that door was going get a mouth full if she could help it.

Hearing the slamming on the door again she cried, “I’m coming… I’M COMING!”

Clutching the door knob and swinging the door open loudly with little patience, Eli started, “What the hell do you want…”

He smiled crookedly with the familiar arrogance as he leaned on the doorframe. For a moment she’d forgotten to breathe until she saw his eyes drift downward. Refusing the itch to cover herself up, she pushed her chin up straight and stared him dead in the eye with no reaction but perhaps hate and annoyance that secretly were contradicting her current fast heartbeat.

“Well?” she asked again with bravado.

He smiled evilly and said, “Well, I thought it was pretty easy to figure out what I wanted sugar.”

She got chills down her spin at his cockiness and swallowed hard when her own eyes began to wonder downward as he crossed his arms. They bulged with every movement he made intensely. She knew how it felt being wrapped in those arms. G*d she knew.

“You gonna invite me in or what princess?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know. Are you gonna behave?” she protested.

“Can’t make any promises,” his eyes glancing up and down her body again only tp look her dead in the eye shamelessly.

Never breaking she stated, “You gonna answer my questions about what the hell’s been going on lately?”

“Baby… I’ll do anything you want me to,” licking his lips.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she opened the door for him with little care at his presence on her face. He walked in with his heavy boots hitting the floor while taking a good look around. His smile grew bigger when his eyes landed on the bed. Before he got any imaginative ideas, Eli warned, “Don’t even think about it.” He chuckled; he had a pretty good imagination.

Grabbing a hoodie, Eli pulled it on and closed her eyes as she felt his own pair on her. Did he ever stop watching her?

“So you wanna tell me what’s going on?” she retorted with a strong tone and crossed arms in front of Zan.

“I think ya already know the answer to that one sweetheart,” he returned cruelly.

“No, I don’t. All I know is that I keep haven’ these jacked up dreams that don’t make sense to the least,” she told him back with the lack of calmness she would have liked.

“The dreams are real,” he stated simply. She stared at him dumb founded, not moving at him an inch. Did he actually expect her to fall for that?

“This ain’t no game Zan. I want the truth for once!”

“You already know the truth Amara… you just haven’ trouble rememberen’ is all,” he explained tiredly.

“Are you one of those guys from the psych ward or somethin’? We’re talking about dreams… being real?” she stared at him with an unbelieving smirk thinking he was mad out of his head, “Tell me does this psycho babble work on most girls?”

“You already know the truth Amara… you know it’s real. You’re repressin’ it.”

“No… I,” she started but stopped herself.

“How else could you explain us havein’ the same dreams at the same time? I dream what you dream Amara…” he tried. How was he going to explain this to her? Remembering past lives from dreams? He doubted that she’d buy it, but he had to try.

“Stop calling me Amara!” she yelled stubbornly.

“Eli, you know it’s true. I bet you even wake up think’n I’m right beside you don’t you… when’s you wake up, you feel cold, and when I’m around… it’s like the suns beaming on ya?” he asked sincerely. He knew these things all too well.

How could she not? The dreams, they felt so real as absurd as it sounded. It felt more real than anything else in her life. And though she’d never admit to it, she did constantly wish for him “I can’t remember… I’ve tried but everything’s so vague…” she whispered.

“What do you want to know? Ask, and I’ll tell you Eli,” he promised.

She sighed and gazed upwards at him with knowing eyes “We had an affair,” she stated simply. He watched her carefully before nodding slowly with strange tormented eyes as he sat himself across the table silently.

“Did you leave her?” she asked.

He sat quietly and sighed with no energy left inside knowing she was talking about Ava, “No.”

“Did you leave me?”

“No,” answering again honestly.

“You… left me,” he whispered strongly.

“Why?”

Never looking away from her eyes, he looked her dead in the eye strongly, “You tell me. I’ve been wonder’n about it myself”

“Did you love her… your wife?”

“I suppose so Princess… I suppose so,”

“Then why me?”

He sat quietly and taking a moment to think, “It was an infatuation,”

“For what?”

“Of you” he answered honestly.

“The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you,” he continued.

“Why?” she breathed.

“Because nothing’s more tempting than forbidden fruit, peaches,”

He looked her dead in the eye as she stood quietly in the room. She wanted to ask more simply because she had so many question for him, but the thing was that she didn’t know if she was ready to know the truth. Supposedly the dreams were real, and that only seemed to be the beginning of things. She had so many questions but no words to ask them as confusing thoughts soon grew to anger. Why was this happening to her?

“I… no, this is wrong. All of this is wrong. It’s a mistake. I don’t… I don’t,” her breath rose dramatically; she gripped for anything to stable her body from falling down to the ground.

“Hey…hey,” he whispered as his strong arms were once across the room were now holding her safely with his warm breath caressing her hair. It seemed to calm her, so he stayed there.

It was weird in this human body… half human body he felt as if he had an obligation to protect her. But how could he protect such a stubborn strong woman as Eli? He was the one that felt week in her arms.

“Amara,” he whispered with a promise, “Do you want to remember… I can help you remember.”

“Yes, I want to… I demand to remember,” she lifted her head from his chest and held it high with a strong gaze into his eyes.

‘Such a fitting for a queen’ he thought to himself with calming eyes. “How far are you willing to get it?” he asked cautiously.

“As far as it takes,” she returned. He took along breath before taking a step farther away from her heat. His eyes… they weren’t dormant, but they held no passion or anger inside of them. It was something else, something similar to exhaustion or helplessness. It was an odd look for the man that glowed arrogance and wildness.

Slowly he walked towards the bed and whispered gruffly, “Come here Eli.” With little hesitation Zan reached and pulled off his shirt slowly to expose his bronzed chest. He looked up at her expectantly and carefully at her.

She didn’t move. Was she, the stubborn Elizabeth Parker, afraid to know the truth. She denied it, and put up her regular façade, but still her feet didn’t move… not one inch.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you princess. I’s never could… now, come here,” he whispered with fascinated eyes as he watched her walk towards him slowly and he could swear to G*d in a primal way. His hand rose to her waist and under the hoodie and caressed the small soft skin. Without even glancing for permission, Zan rolled off the big sweatshirt off her body. He smiled to himself as the proverbial feeling that he could do anything and everything to her body that he wished. Hmm… maybe later, she’d asked to know the truth and that was exactly what he’d show her, and the only way he knew to show her was buy intimate contact. The more intimacy the easier it would be to connect with her. She’d see and understand everything in moment, and then it was all down hill from there.

She closed her eyes before she felt his hand caress up her shoulder and under her bra strap. With a gentle pull the small string fell off, as she had to swallow a whimper. She heard his breathing grow faster as it hit the surrounding air. Each breath beat against her ears. There was no other sound in the room but his breathing to her.

Swallowing hoarsely Zan found his voice gruffly, “Closer.”

When she didn’t respond, he growled and with one thrusting movement he grabbed her in his hands and positioned her on top of him. Finally acquiescing, she breathed shakily and straddled his lap gracefully.

‘G*d there was nothing more erotic than watching her straddle him he thought to himself as he tried to get his shit together. His hands took on a life of there own as her other bra strap fell from her shoulder. “Keep your eyes closed,” he ordered quietly adjusting himself as much as possible from the current uncomfortableness of pants.

She wasn’t into it as much as he was. She still didn’t trust him as he could feel her fighting inside herself to not let go. She still had doubts about him. Sighing heavily his hand gripped her arms and rubbed them softly releasing the built up energy inside of her. If he was going to show her what had happened, she was going to have to open up. And right now she was damn near tight. She moaned at his attempt but still she wasn’t letting him in. She wasn’t letting go.

Eli didn’t notice, but Zan’s eyes caught sight of the glowing markings following his hand on her skin. She really was made for him he swore tightly. The glowing marks that followed his fingertips only happened to an Antarian in heat, and Antarians only did that when they had found the love of their lives. It was so rare in his world, that maybe a handful from his planet had actually been so lucky as to find their soul mates. Antarians married for power and peace, but very rarely did they ever marry for true love. There simply were no words to describe how rare Amara was, how rare it was to find her… again.

Zan’s hand came up to Eli’s head as a final resort and let a flow of calming energy flood her mind. She sucked in the familiar spicy air harshly when the electric anesthesia intoxicated her in its deepest, animalistic form. She couldn’t fight this any more; it was no longer in her hands. She gripped his strong arm and threw her head back before feeling another dream come to life again. His hands holding her safely from falling were the last things she felt before completely blacking out from the present life and beginning to relive the past one. She could already here the music from the dream fill her head as she slowly slipped away. It was to late to go back now.












Walking away from the music that hummed through out the palace and passing by the singer on the form, Zan searched the palace with willful and overbearing motivation. His vains and desires were consuming an immense heat coursing through his body. The craving to be near, inside, and with her could be deprived from him no more. And still the heavy guitar’s melody hit him through his entire body. The music pumped through his chest only making his feeling more intense.

I am a victim of my time
A product of my age

Despite his strong effort, he could not find the small angel in the large and rather vigor crowds, but he could feel her still near... inside, within his body he could feel her, gripping at his gut. Zan made his way swiftly towards one of the kitchens and asked the head servant where she was with much diligence and urgency. G*d he knew it was forbidden. He knew that humans simply did not mix with Antarian blood especially royal blood such as his. He could loose his throne and possibly be exiled for it, but he no longer cared, as rational thoughts seemed to not exist within him any more.

There’s no choosing my direction
I was a holy man but now… but now…

“Your highness… I believe she’s in your bedding quarters preparing your bed to sleep in tonight,” the woman answered honestly. Zan’s heart skipped a beat at the words.

Finding his way up the quarters calmly and inconspicuously, Zan headed for his bedroom with his heart pulsing and rushing boiling blood through his system. The king had already made up his mind. He would have her and she would be his, no matter the cost. He was the Czar of Antar and if he wanted to take her then he would. He dared a fool to try to cross or stop him in his decision.

With all my trials behind me
I am weak in my conviction
And so I walk to try to get away

Building up confidence of a king’s as he walked the long marbled path towards his room, he breathed in the palace’s salty air with the hard steps of his souls hitting the floor as they echoed through the empty hallways. It was almost ghostly how no one was even in eyesight. Zan was sure that his guests were enjoying the festivities downstairs with their cold laughs and fallacious smiles.

Knowing that someday I will finally have to face
The fear that will come from knowing that
The one thing I had left was you

Breathing one final breath into his lungs as he reached his door, he turned the knob with assurance that he would get what he had come for. Zan noticed the dim lights, the heavy air, yes but what he noticed the most about the room was that no one but her was in it. Zan closed the door with so much noise as a whisper, as his eyes fell on Amara. She froze silently in her movements with held breath and parted lips. He could see her eyes helplessly close from where he stood before she looked up at him knowing fully who was there. She could feel his presence; who couldn’t with the strong ora he with held? Couldn’t everyone feel his heat when he entered the room, or was she simply going mad?

He leaned against the wall passively and studied her body carefully. She no longer wore the exotic satin cloth but one of her servant’s gowns, the white that was off the shoulders. He swore to himself as it fell so loosely to the swell of her breast. It was enough to make any man grown and bend helplessly to her will, and how anomalous it was that someone with that power was in servitude. He simply could not understand how it was so.

He swallowed and bathed in the pleasure he’d take in her. Studying her as prey, he watched with dark lighted eyes and slightly parted lips that wore strong hunger and envy in this woman. How was he able to go this long with out her he wondered?

“Forgive me your highness. I did not know you would come to bed so early,” she apologized with quit a strong voice for a slave, never once showing intimidation.

“I did not come to sleep Amara,” he informed her lowly.

And now you’re gone
You were a victim of my crimes
A product of my rage
…You were a beautiful distraction

“All the same your highness, I will be done and out of you’re way in a moment,”

I kept you locked away outside
Let misery provide
And now I am ashamed

“And if I asked you to stay?” he asked impatiently and still in the darkest corner of the room watching her, wanting her.

She stopped again and turned around coldly to face him, “What if I asked the queen if she’d approved?”

He gazed up at her eyes and found pure disobedience in them that turned him on even more so help him, “As king I don’t ask for her approval.”

And so I walk to try to find a space
Where I can be alone to live with my mistakes

“And as a husband?” she inquired boldly. He didn’t answer her for the thought of if it threatened him to feel hesitation and guilt. He swallowed strongly and finally left the wall he was leaning against to begin to tread a slow circle around her with slowness, taunting her with every step.

“Amara… you fight me. Why?” he breathed.

“Of course your highness, I forget my place in servitude,” she returned hotly.

And the fear that will come
From knowing that the one thing
I had left was you

“I’ve never treated you like a slave Amara,”

“You coming here has proven that you do,”

“How does the act of going to my bedroom offend you?”

Is there nothing at all
That I can do to turn your heart…

“I know what you want,” she provoked as she followed every movement around her he took. She wouldn’t admit that he was making her nervous just by the simple look he gave her and the circles around her that were so much like an animal would do before taking it’s prey. She’d never admit to it, not as a slave or a woman.

“What might that be Amara?” his quiet and calm tone only infuriated her temper more. His tone was more like a man speaking to an insolent child, and she would prove that she was no child at all costs this time. She turned her head a mere inch away from his own and looked him dead in the eye as her answer. She even pushed back the thought of retreating from his form. They were so close that she could feel his breath mingle with hers heavily.

“Are you finished with me your highness?” she asked.

Is there nothing to lean on
That could help erase the scars…

“No,” he answered roughly. The hungry king walked behind her and smiled smally as her shoulders were stiff and uneasy. Her fists were clenched into the sides of her dress trying to take control of something she simply could not. This… feeling was too unbearable to fight; it was too passionate to forget, and simply was too tempting to ignore.

She sucked in the hot air sharply as she felt his forehead touch softly against the back of hers and shuddered helplessly when his hot breath hit against her naked neck. How could she stop her erratic breathing or her shaking body? He had barely touched her and she was already at a loss for words.

And I could use a little strength before I fall
Is there nothing at all

“Why wont you give in Amara. That’s all I ask… that’s all I want,” he breathed into her air inflamed with her sweet delicate scent.

And you alone are my obsession

His hand slowly reached for the glow of skin on her shoulder. It tempted him so with such a beautiful color. He had of yet to lay a hand on her, teasing her as much as possible in hopes of her submission. He would get close but not close enough to satisfy the craving inside. But when he could take no more, his thumb grazed momentarily over the warmth of her skin. It was enough to wake her up from this trance he had created inside her.

“I can’t do this,” she breathed. She tried faintly to reach for the door, but he was quicker than she as he blocked her from the door. She had to close her eyes to keep calm as she could now feel his chest heave in exertion against her own.

And so I walk to try to get away
Knowing that someday I will finally have to face
The fear that will come from knowing that
The one thing I had left was you

“Let me go,”

“Never,” he swore taking her lips into his mouth and crashing into her body against the wall. Cravings turning rapidly into needs, Zan grasped her in his arms and groaned when his tongue gained entrance into her mouth.

She moaned carelessly when he pulled her to his body. The warmth in his body soaked into hers as week arms soon grew to week feet. Her body throbbed and begged for more, as she realized now that she had given up the first time she had ever tasted him.

Is there nothing at all
That I can do to turn your heart
Is there nothing to lean on
That could help erase the scars

It was a stolen moment, only a moment the two strangers would both swear later, but who would have ever thought that in one single moment, in one kiss and in one single night spent together in passion, could ever change the world so severely?

In history it is said that most of the results of love are happiness and good fortune, but the king’s love brought down the fall of the entire empire, and if a man ever asks you what broke the peace in Antar and started the iniquitous war, say it was the kiss of the two forbidden lovers that did it so. For nothing was more forbidden than the young king's love for his spirited human slave... Amara.

And I could use a little strength before I fall
Is there nothing at all…




Song: Santana "Nothing at All"

[touched by an alien]

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Chapter 9- the final thread







“Amara,” he groaned into her shoulder as the visions ran through his head. Zan felt heavy as the heat that had her suffocated was now poisoning his own mind. It wasn’t painful, the memories, but they did hold such intensity that broke him down in his soul. He held on tighter to her still feeling the hallucinations’ fatality.









The king growled and took her in his arms, as there were simply no words to describe how good she felt. He swore to himself as he felt her submit in his own war striven hands. He never knew how a woman could feel this good until he had met Amara.Under his finger tips he felt her soft glowing skin that was caressing his shoulder at that very moment with the gentlest touch that an angel could offer.

Finally recollecting the bed, Zan picked her up swiftly and followed her down into the soft silky sheets of red. They shined with each movement she made, as she looked so breathtakingly innocent between her white gown and the passionate red lying underneath her. He lips were parted as they begged for air but received none from the spicy atmosphere hitting against their chests heavily.

The room turned into vertigo as the only still thing in the room became each other. Nothing else mattered to Zan but to breath in her intoxicating scent. Sucking in the sweet smell, he feasted on her frail neck. She tasted like what heaven would taste like he imagined, like an addiction in its purest form. He couldn’t describe it in any other way.

The room scorched the air in the room from their entangled bodies. It seemed as though the friction from their bodies had burned the air away and out of the very room. Their lungs contracted and heaved together as Zan took her lips in possession. Pure ecstasy lingered on her lips as her tongue darted out into his burning, hungry mouth.

He inhaled painfully, startled when Amara pushed him on his back and now lingered above him in the heat of passion. Lust and desire smoldered his eyes as he watched her above with amazement. G*d he didn’t care; she could do whatever she wanted to with him. He was hers to mold and use to her will. G*d help him. He didn’t care.

When she straddled him and grinded with into his blatant manhood, her head fell back in pleasure. He groaned, as he didn’t hesitate to follow her upwards. Now sitting eye to eye against her, he took hold of her hips and pressed possessingly against her heat. She let out a shaky breath that could only be described as complete rapture. He grasped and framed her face with his hands as his lips grazed against hers tauntingly. They were punctured and swollen now from his ministrations, but he helplessly murmured something inconsistent to her at the sight of Amara so ravished and taken by him.

She withered underneath his touch as he grabbed her shoulders firmly around him. His hand grazed against her chest as she inhaled tightly grabbing at his shirt for comfort of the ache inside. His arms enraptured her with domineering and desperate hands, but he wasn’t satisfied as he craved to feel her entire bare body.

Before he could make an attempt to remove her clothing, her hand fell down to his belt. Zan sucked in his breath despite the burning power to exhale the hot air, and he swore when her nimble hands slipped inside only to pull his black long sleeved shirt out of his black tight pants. His royal uniform was no help to his overheating body. Her small hands smoothly glided up his heaving chest, as she moved to the first button of his shirt and then to the second. He shut his eyes painfully. The wait was unbearable.

Taking a calming breath his head fell loosely against hers to breath in her chocolate hair in hopes of calming down his body. She smelled like some kind of fruit maybe from earth. It was sweet and luscious. He was sure that whatever fruit she smelled like from earth, that she surely tasted like it to. Whatever it was, the smell simply drove him to insanity with its foreign aroma.

He grabbed and grasped the sleek sheets on the bed as she shifted above with innocence. Did she not know how intoxicated he was with her? Did she not realize that she had awoken something inside him that was never there before? G*d did she not know?

He could hear her soft breathing lightly against his ear as she bent to undo the last button, and before she could peel his shirt away from his broad shoulders, he stopped her grasping her wrists only to wrap them around him and hold her tightly against himself, tasting her neck with passion and thirst. He just wanted to take comfort in her; he just wanted to feel her embrace him with no hesitation… and she did with more warmth than he could possibly imagine. He realized now that until this very moment he had been dead and dormant. All these years he had been a walking corpse. If only Antar could only see him now, desperate and willing to do anything to be in a slave girl’s hands. If they could only see what kind of king they truly had.

She whimpered into his ear and kissed his neck sweetly, taking her time to mark him. The simple act was enough to drive him over the edge. He grasped her neck and devoured her lips demandingly. He simply had no control with this woman. What he wanted… he took with or without her acquiesce.

“Zan,” she moaned with her head thrown back and her hands thrashing and kneeding into his thick locks. With no more patience, the passion driven king grabbed the loose innocent material with large craving hands and tugged upwards. He growled when the flesh he graved wasn’t revealed. Again he tried and again the flimsy material did not shed from her beautiful body.

When he heard a small, quiet laugh, he gazed upwards to lust filled eyes and amused lips. Looking into Amara’s dark bright eyes, he almost lost his way as if he were to fall into her soulful eyes. It wouldn’t be a life wasted granted, to gaze and sit longing alone in a room with Amara. It would not be a life wasted, but when he found her small smile he wondered in exertion what comedy she found.

Her smile fell slowly as her dark eyes turned darker and heavier. She watched him with a soft expression as she lifted her arms delicately upwards until they were completely and gracefully in the air. He swallowed hard as he looked into her trusting eyes. She was giving him submission to remove the clothing from her body. How could she be so trusting, when she barely knew him? He wondered at her delicate and studying face. He could see in her eyes what she was thinking. She was counting the seconds wondering if he would reject her if he had found her unwanted after all.

Cupping her face, he lifted his hand and kissed her gently in reassurance. How could he not want her? How could he not take her? She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Out of all the wonders and sights he’d seen across the universe, she was simply most stunning of them all. There was no comparison to her… there was no comparison.

He opened his eyes and gazed up at the angelic brunette who was in his lap. Watching carefully as his hands crept their ways upwards, he grasped the material bringing it farther and farther away from her covered body, but still she did not object.

When the soft material brushed past her fingertips, he held his breath throwing the discarded cloth away with little care for it. Gazing into her trusting eyes once more, he could bear no longer to hold their gaze as his eyes helplessly fell down to her delicate skin.

There were simply no words.

Completely bear to his gaze, he never felt more moved, more awe struck in all his years. She was perfect in every curve, in every detail. What tore at his gut most was the look in her eyes. Compassion, trust, and wonderment filled them as if she was feeling those very things he was. No one had ever looked at like that before… not even his betrothed.

Swallowing roughly, he cupped her face and made sure she didn’t have one single doubt that he wanted her. His tongue swept across her mouth and sucked roughly on her bottom lip desperate to receive acceptance.

He drank from her lips and groaned when her warm tongue slipped inside his mouth and tasted his. His hips helplessly lift upwards in a rough motion at the taste, and sucked in his breath when he felt her hot hands upon his chest. Zan hissed roughly when she grazed his nipple. Amara shivered in his arms. Fiercely he rolled over and was instantly on top of her trying his best to warm her small body, but still she shook with passion lit eyes moaning underneath him turning him simply more on.

“Your highness?” a voice brook the air thickly as the two lovers froze immediately. A knock on the door was heard and a man’s voice could be heard on the other side.

“Zan?” again he asked. Zan swore with clinched teeth and practically growled before pushing away from his temptation.

He bent towards her shoulder. “Stay here,” he whispered hotly against her ear and groaned when he felt her shiver before Zan left her body on the bed.

The king clenched his fists as the cold hit his chest walking fiercely towards the door. He grabbed the doorknob angrily and pushed back the urge to rip it open. “What?” he growled; his fists hit the wood hardly in aggravation.

“It’s me,”

It was his second in command’s voice he heard on the other side. He swore to himself, looking back at Amara clasping to her chest with the sheets to cover herself. She looked just as terrified as he did.

“Zan, the queen asks for your presence downstairs,”

He shut his eyes with no need to look back at Amara’s face. He could already imagine the sight of her unhappy face. He could even here her unsteady breathing from across the room. Energy less and distraught, Zan’s head fell against the door with clenched eyes and erratic breathing. Was it her heart or his he heard pounding loudly against his ear?

“I am in need of rest Rath. Tell her I will see to her tomorrow,” he breathed still his back turned away from her. He could only imagine what she thought of him.

“But your highness, your guests…?”

“Rath!” he yelled clutching the doorknob and fusing the door shut. He refused to let anyone come in the middle of his affair. Affair… g*d the word hurt at just the thought.

Another moment’s silence passed, and he could hear an apology and distant footsteps outside the door. When he knew he was gone, he swallowed bare chested and overheated.

Lifting his head, he turned to find her sitting on the bed. Her nude back turned to him. Zan swallowed at the tempting amount of skin as she curved her head to the side and watched him carefully with heated, firry eyes no longer filled with passion but with simple defiance. Her gown was clutched to her chest as her long wavy hair framed her angelic face that was tainted with furry. Did she know how unattainable she was to him now? Now that he had so much passion and craving for her.

Her eyes pierced into his very soul as she watched so unlike a slave. He laughed roughly and inwardly to himself. If anyone thought she was ruled or controlled in any way, then they had never seen Amara’s eyes. They had never noticed the wildness that grew within them. She may have been brought into slavery, but she was no slave. She would not submit to anyone, not even to him.

“Amara I…”

“Are you finished with me your highness?” she whispered coldly. It tore at his gut at the words.

“Your free to go if you wish… I won’t make you stay Amara,” he breathed.

“Do slaves have such a freedom as this, to choose when they want to stay and when they want to go? I thought slaves had no such honor,” she returned.

“I don’t consider you a slave Amara,” he answered honestly. She sat quietly watching him carefully, as no smart remark or a heated mock was thrown at him from her lips. And as he stood there under her scrutiny, he didn’t know what to think when she studied his eyes. Zan swallowed when her eyes momentarily left his face to look downwards at his torso and then only to return back at his face again. She turned away her head gazed at the wall full in thought.

“Do you want to stay or to go Amara?” he asked roughly.

She lifted her head at his questing and stood up from the bed. Walking with her head lifted high and red sheets wrapped around her body, she stared into his very soul and returned, “I wish to go.”

“Do you?” he breathed questioningly. She watched him wasn’t sure of what to make of his tone. Was it desperateness or arrogance she heard in his smooth voice? Amara kept her head high and her eyes studyingly before replying, “I do.”

His eyes fell lazily down to her neck and he exhaled. His upbringing of a king started to show to his weariness and boredom of their facaded game. He leaned closer to her and sucked on her delicate neck. “I don’t believe you,” he breathed shamelessly before crashing a hungered kiss on her wet lips. She gripped his shoulders as he buried his hands into her hair.

Zan pushed her against the wall and lifted her as her legs came around his lean hips that pushed into her and tried to accomplish some kind of relief. “Zan,” she moaned into his ear as her head fell weakly against him.

“Yeah?” he asked breathing in her hair for comfort.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered as her breath hit his neck softly.

He groaned into her color bone before picking her up and tossing her on the bed, and for a moment he stood watching her lay spread upon his bed captivated by her beauty.

Sinking into the bed, he lay over her fitting perfectly in between her smooth legs. His arms framed around her face as he watched her quietly slipping her fingers down his chest and towards his belt. He held his breath at her soft touches, and buried his head into her neck to keep from groaning out load. He was holding back. He had to for her sake because he wanted her so much. The only thing that kept him in line were sweet touches and innocent whimpers from her. It was the only thing that kept him from…

“Fuck,” he moaned with clenched hands as her hands finally found their way under the hymn of his pants. Gathering strength he pulled away from her no matter how hard it was to do. She watched him shamelessly as he stood unbuckling his last remaining part of clothing. His hands slid through as he pulled them down off of his lean hips. He stood proud and lifted his head to her.

Her heavy lidded eyes lifted to his as he found passion in those dark brown eyes of hers. Swallowing softly, Amara lifted her hand and entangled it in his. He sighed quietly and rubbed her wrist with his thumb before hovering above her.

Her were glazed and bright staring up at him as her delicate features glimmered in the moonlight. “G*d, If you only knew what a temptation you are to me Amara…” he whispered and almost swearing to himself with tawny eyes quietly.

She watched him before cupping his face and kissing him tenderly, and when she lifted her hips he let go of all residual strength and slid into her depths with a cry from both of the lovers. Zan gripped the pillow beneath her and gritted his teeth. He swore as he realized it wouldn’t take much to bring him to the edge. One small movement and he could shatter into a thousand pieces.

She breathed rapidly into his chest and held loosely onto his shoulders. When she felt his head lift from her shoulder, she looked up into his eyes as he gazed into hers. A mere inch away, he started shakily to move as the sweat between their two bodies mingled. It was slow and intimate, as he never looked away from her even as his dark wet hair fell over into his face.

Amara’s hand tucked the strands away from his face and kissed him soon feeling the end was near. Gripping her thigh gently, his hand enclosed around her soft skin to feel her closer to him. He swore at how good and hot she felt inside.

Amara couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that were coming out of her lips. She’d never felt so attracted to a man before. She had never been so over powered by one before. She had tried. She had tried to stay away from him, but her she was in his arms. And she knew she would regret it somewhere down the road, because the man she was in the arms of was married and had a wife. He was the king of Antar for all of the worlds sakes. She could be sentenced to death, and he… he could be indicted or even exiled. He must have known this, but still he pursued her. She wished she knew why, but even she didn’t dare to ask that question.

“Amara,” he whispered with his hand cupping her neck and dipping lower against her neck. His eyelashes caressed her skin as he placed a kiss on her chest. She could have sworn it was right above her heart. She could have sworn…

The lights grew dimmer as her eyes grew heavy from the intensity he pressed upon her body. She gasped as she tightened around and he groaned roughly into her ear. Her hand clasped the sheets in passion, as it was only a mere moments until it would all end. They would probably both regret it afterwards, but still she pushed back the thought.

Amara opened her eyes into his as she felt his hand intertwined with hers and placed them over their pressed heads in comfort. His eyes smiled into hers as they together connected in such away that neither had ever felt before. She clutched his hands harder as he inhaled one final time before they both completely crashed and broke together in exhaustion. Zan fell apart in her arms as she held him tightly. He took comfort in everything at that very moment. Her breath on his neck, the completeness of just being in arms, all of it- he took comfort in.

His sweated body melted with hers as their chests heaved and begged for air together. Finally when the trimmers finally subsided, Zan worried he might be crushing her. But when he made the slightest movement to move away she whimpered and held him closer. He breathed the sweet smell of her hair as his hands came around her having little resistance to stay so close to her.

And the last thing he could remember was the final sight of her asleep underneath him as he watched in peace. Quiet and serenity slumbered inside the room as he watched her breath quietly as she dreamt “G*d,” he whispered, “I wish you were mine to keep…”









Zan groaned with tired eyes and drained muscles. Finally awaking from the intoxicating vision, he found her in lying on top of him. Her hands clasped to his chest as her head lay lightly on his heart. She was still asleep as she breathed deeply with eyes closed softly. His hands glided through her hair gently to soothe her as he slowly brought her to the middle of the bed and tucked her in.

Her head laid on the dark pillow as she mumbled something in her sleep. Kissing her softly on the crown of her head, she sighed quietly and went back to sleep. “Amara?” he asked roughly as his punk accent showed through, lying behind her as his chest touched her back on the mattress.

She didn’t answer, so he swallowed and asked her quietly in her ear, “Amara… Can I keep you?” She sighed as she turned to him and nuzzled into his chest. Closing his eyes, Zan wrapped his arms around her protectively and fell asleep to the smell of her hair hoping that tonight would change everything for tomorrow.