Page 43 of Silent Lucidity

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Abella burned with desire. Tenthil’s fingers were like brands on her thighs and ass, scalding her, igniting a fire in her belly. Every scrape of his calloused palms, every prick of his claws, sent a jolt of excitement through her, and her sex clenched in need. She tightened her legs, digging her heels into his lower back as she shamelessly rocked against the hard length of his cock through his pants.

She panted against his mouth as pleasure built within her. Andoh, God, his mouth was sublime! She nipped and sucked at his lips and stroked her tongue against his. A woody sweetness burst across her taste buds, reminding her of cinnamon, and she tilted her head to kiss him harder, deeper, unable to get enough of his flavor. Even the graze of his fangs against her lip wasn’t enough to deter her from this—from him.

Tenthil thrust against her, the texture of his pants heightening that delightful friction as they rubbed her clit. Her towel fell loose to drape over his arms and dangle around her hips; she used the opportunity to press her breasts to his chest, which vibrated with a deep, satisfied growl that stimulated her budded nipples.

She didn’t care about her nudity—she needed him closer, needed to feel his skin against hers, needed himinsideher.

The thought of him pushing into her, stretching her, filling her, sent a pulsing, electric thrill to her core, setting her alight from within. She dropped her hands and grasped his shoulders as ecstasy splintered through her.

Abella tore her mouth away from Tenthil’s. A guttural cry ripped from her throat. She was beyond speech, beyond sense. Her body seized as pleasure swept through her, lighting her every nerve with delicious torment, flooding her with liquid heat. Her nails bit into Tenthil’s back.

His thrusts became more powerful, more urgent, and his breath rasped against her neck. He brushed his lips across the sensitive skin of her throat, and Abella tilted her head back to allow him access.

Tenthil tightened his grip on her thighs as his body stiffened, pressing the tips of his claws into her flesh. He opened his mouth against her neck.

Sharp pain broke through the fog of Abella’s lust. For a panicked moment, Abella stilled, uncertain of what to do—Tenthil had sunk his teeth into the flesh between her neck and shoulder. But whatever thoughts she might’ve had, whatever fear she might’ve felt, was swept away on a tsunami of escalated pleasure that washed away everything inside her and left only mind-shattering exhilaration in its wake.

She screamed and clutched at him as she reached another peak, miles above anything she’d known possible. Tingling, tantalizing heat spread from the point of his bite. It was like he was touching every part of her, like he wasinsideher, like they were one with each other. It was amazing. It was agonizing.

It was utter bliss.

Tenthil released a bestial growl. His hips jerked forward, and he pulled her closer to grind against her sex. She felt his shaft swell and pulsate through his pants, felt fresh heat as he came.

Breathless, Abella maintained her hold on his shoulders as Tenthil shuddered around her, until finally, he withdrew his fangs.

He bit me.

He removed one of his hands from her thigh and pressed his forearm against the wall, bracing himself. His broad shoulders and powerful chest heaved with his ragged breaths. He brushed his nose over her neck, beneath her ear, and into her hair before inhaling deeply.

Hebitme.

Heated euphoria still flowed through her veins, the result of whatever he’d injected her with.

Reality slammed into Abella. She was naked, pressed against a wall, and in the arms of an alien. She’d just beenintimatewith an alien. She’d nearly hadsexwith analien. And he’dbittenher.

Abella lowered her legs, slid her hands down to his chest, and shoved. He staggered backward a few steps. His brow was furrowed over his black eyes.

She caught herself against the wall, snatched up the sides of her towel, and wrapped them around her torso. Raising a hand, she pressed her fingers to the spot between her neck and shoulder where he’d pierced her skin. The puncture wounds were two pairs of raised bumps, tender to the touch, and there were traces of blood and a clear, unknown liquid on her fingertips when she pulled them away and looked down.

She glared at Tenthil. “Youbitme!”

He blinked and dragged a hand over his face, shaking his head. Slowly, the black of his pupils receded. His eyes widened when he shifted his attention to her shoulder, and he stepped forward.

Abella extended her arm, palm toward him. “No.”

He halted, raking his concerned gaze over her. “Abella—”

She shook her head and sidestepped along the wall—unable to ignore the wetness between her thighs as she moved—working her way toward the bathroom door. “Look, we were both caught up in the moment, and it’s been a really,reallylong time for me—”so damn long“—and it justhappened. Shouldn’t have, but it did. Let’s just, um…move on, okay? I’ll even forgive you for biting me.”

What is there to forgive? It felt sogood.

Even now, as she retreated from him, she wanted nothing more than to jump back into his arms and do it all over again—to domore, to have him inside her. She wanted to feel him moving in and out of her, wanted his hands and mouth all over her body, wanted him to make her climax again and again.

What the hell is wrong with me? He bit me! And who knows what freaky alien stuff he injected me with. I shouldn’t be thinking of having sex with him!

Abella took in his scars, his lean, powerful, sexy-as-sin body, and the outline of his cock, which stood out clearly through his pants. Her sex clenched; apparently, her body wasn’t on the same page as her mind.

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