Alien Dawn

Zhor was in turmoil.
Alien or not, the female he’d rescued was a pretty little thing, and with a womanly shape dearly familiar if half forgotten.
He did not even want to think about how long it had been since he had touched a woman.
Too long, and he wanted her so bad he could taste it, had to fight his urge to conquer, to take, to force her to accept him.