Page 57 of Alien's Love Child

JESSE

Itrace the line of Davin's jaw, his silver stubble rough against my fingertips. His blue skin is warm, inviting. He leans in, his lips meeting mine, and it's like the first time all over again. A spark ignites, and I'm suddenly ravenous, starving for his touch.

"We shouldn't," he whispers, his breath hot on my cheek. But his body betrays his words, pressing against mine, eager.

"Probably not," I agree, my fingers already working the buttons of his shirt. "But since when have we ever done what we should?"

He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through me. "Good point."

His hand slides up my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. I arch into him, a soft gasp escaping my lips. His mouth captures mine again, swallowing the sound. Our breaths mingle, ragged and hungry.

"You drive me crazy, Jesse," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. Each kiss is a brand, a claim.

"Likewise, Davin," I breathe, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. I pause at a burn scar, a reminder of whatwe've lost, what we've found. His heart beats strong under my touch.

He shifts, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I can feel his desire, hard against me. But he takes his time, his hands and mouth exploring, rediscovering. I match his pace, our bodies moving in sync, a dance we've never forgotten.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of our passion, the rustle of fabric, the catch of breath. We're quiet, mindful of little Leo napping down the hall. But our silence only intensifies the moment, each touch, each kiss, a secret shared between us.

"Jesse," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. It's a question, a plea.

"Yes," I answer, my body aching for him. "Yes."

And then there are no more words, only the language of our bodies, the rhythm of our love. The world outside fades away, leaving only Davin and me, together again, as it was always meant to be.

Davin's fingers work the buttons of my shirt, his knuckles brushing against my skin. I shiver, not from cold, but from the anticipation that courses through me.

"You're taking your sweet time," I whisper, my voice barely audible. I can feel his smile against my collarbone as he places a soft kiss there.

"Patience, Jesse," he murmurs, his breath warm on my skin. "Good things come to those who wait."

I scoff lightly, "Since when have I ever been patient?"

He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through me. "True. But maybe you should try it sometime."

His hands slide to my shoulders, pushing the shirt down my arms, leaving me bare to the waist. His eyes, dark with desire, roam over me, and I feel a flush spread across my chest. I reach for him, but he captures my wrists, pinning them gently above my head.

"Not yet," he says, his voice hoarse. "Let me explore."

His lips find the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I gasp, arching into him. He takes his time, kissing, nipping, tasting his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and down to the swell of my breasts. I squirm beneath him, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Davin," I breathe, his name a plea on my lips.

He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Yes, Jesse?"

I growl in frustration, and he laughs, a full-throated sound that sends shivers down my spine. He releases my wrists, his hands moving to the waistband of my pants. He unfastens them, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending jolts of electricity through me.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pausing for a moment. "Lift," he commands, his voice soft but firm. I obey, raising my hips off the bed. He slides my pants down, his lips following the newly exposed skin, kissing every inch as if it were sacred ground.

I watch him, my heart pounding, my body aching with need. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire and something else, something softer, more intimate. It makes my heart flutter, and I reach for him, pulling him up to me, capturing his lips with mine.

His body presses against mine, his skin hot against my own. I can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, echoing my own. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, never wanting to let go. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring, claiming, and I match his fervor, pouring all my longing, all my love into this moment.

Davin stands, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuckles his belt, slowly sliding it from the loops. He's taking his sweettime, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He knows he's teasing me, and he's loving every second of it.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I say, propping myself up on my elbows, trying to keep my voice steady. But the sight of him, the anticipation, is sending shivers down my spine.

He chuckles, a low rumble that seems to vibrate through me. "Maybe just a little," he admits, his fingers working the button of his pants.

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