Page 17 of Alien Prince

“Stop touching me like that,” I gasp, but even I hear the desperation and desire in my voice.

The heat that blossoms between my thighs is hotter than a lava pit. All the emotion running through me is too much.

The air on my skin isn't cool enough. I feel like I might explode from the temperature alone, but it’s the heightened physical awareness that is the most daunting. I try to push him back, to regain my self control but it’s no use. I’m slipping into hellfire and there’s nothing I can do except…

Fall.

Damn it!

He takes our hand, our fingers, and trails them lightly down between the crevice of my breasts. My bra is practically a second skin from the layer of sweat covering me, my heart racing as my hand slides down to rest just above my navel, and I arch my back, inviting him to explore further as muscle memory kicks in.

I’ve been here a thousand times, on the edge, waiting to be consumed.

I’ve just never been here with someone else riding shotgun.

I feel myself slipping under his control, under the heat. My body responds to his every touch and caress in ways I can't ignore.My fingertips feel good against my slick skin, like they always do, but somehow with Ky running captain, it’s so intense.

His desire and emotions ricochet inside of me, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

It's not just lustful; I might even say there's a caring undertone to his touch that makes me feel safe and desired all at once.

It's so fucking confusing. I try to move my hand away, accomplishing nothing more than writhing like a snake beneath my own fingertips.

“This doesn’t have to be a fight, Gemini. I can help you. I’ve dealt with overheating before, I can—” His voice is smooth, dark, and like velvet.

My body convulses and twists until I'm pinned against the far wall, desperate to expel him from my mind and body, desperate for the control I seek. The control Ineed.

Why couldn’t it be the other way around? Why could I not let him in when there was nothing and no one to interfere, and why can I not keep him out now?

Tears flow freely as I realize I don't have the will to do it. Not because I can't, but because I don't want to.

His absence, his offer for me to leave, is now a bitter memory. I longed to feel whole, and with him filling the void within me, I do.

But I hate that I need him and his star-filled spirit to make me feel this way.

I fight his control, his touch, as I twist away, my cheek resting against the metal, but it isn’t enough to cool me down.

I’m not supposed towantthis. I’m not supposed to want the alien inside of me, but I know as I bang my fist on the wall,as my body flares with its own need, that I do, even if I can’t understandwhy.

Gemini, if you do not let me help you, you’ll overheat, he warns, his voice growing more impatient.

I press myself against the wall of the empty sin pod, screaming out in agony, fingernails screeching against the metal.

“And then what? I die? What happens to you? Do you go down with the ship?” I demand.

“Gemini, without you, I would be but a mere shadow, lost in the emptiness of space and time itself,” he replies, his voice operating my vocal chords heavily with emotion. It sends shivers down my spine.

And then it hits me. The intensity of our connection is overwhelming.The realization is just as painful as the throbbing ache between my legs.

I cry out in frustration as I bring my forehead to the wall, balling my fist.

“Isn’t that what you do, Ky? Take the bodies and souls of the unwilling until you’ve had your fill?” My voice shakes and I hate that I sound so weak.

Ky slides our hand back down my abdomen, fingers brushing the sides of my panties with a gentle touch that makes me crave release.

Craveourtouch.

No.

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