Page 34 of Silent Lucidity

She squirmed, and a shudder wracked him as her backside rubbed his hardened shaft. She sucked in a sharp breath and tensed, barely breathing.

“Sleep, Abella,” he said as softly as he could. However much he wanted to take her at that moment, they needed rest.

Priorities. Rest, food, a plan to move forward…

But part of him insisted Abellawas hisonlypriority.

Seven

Abella woke with sore, puffy eyes, a painfully full bladder, and an incredibly hard, rather large cock pressed against her ass. She’d been well aware of it when he’d shoved her up against the door before they’d gone to sleep and had remained aware of it when he lay down behind her. It was difficult to ignore.

Despite her anger, dismay, and sadness, her body had reacted to him. The press of his shaft through their clothing, his closeness, the security in his embrace, the way he buried his face in her hair, and his soft, warm breath against the back of her ear had all affected her deeply.

Though she’d lain awake for some time after they settled down, her sleep had been the most restful she’d had in four years. It frustrated her to no end. She should’ve beenfurious, should’ve been fighting him, should’ve been planning another escape attempt—not getting aroused because he smelledsodamn good.

She was pathetic. Weak.

And horny as fucking hell.

It’s not my fault. I haven’t had sex in nearly five years, so it’s only natural… Isn’t it?

Why wouldn’t her body react when an attractive male looked at her, touched her, and held her the way Tenthil did?

“You’re awake,” Tenthil said, his raspy voice sending tingles across her skin that gathered to create an intriguing sensation in a spot she’d rather not have thought about.

His hand, which rested low on her stomach—very close to the spot she was trying to ignore—flexed, and he pulled her closer to nuzzle his face against her neck. His lips parted as his mouth caressed the sensitive skin of her throat, skimming up until it settled beneath her ear, over her pounding pulse. He licked. The hot, wet flick of his tongue lit the fuse leading straight to her core. Her sex clenched, and it took everything within her to keep from making a sound and pressing her ass back against his cock.

Thankfully, her stomach chose that moment to profess its hunger, rumbling long and loud against his hand.

Tenthil stilled, lifting his head. His hair brushed over her neck and cheek. Abella had never been so grateful for an interruption in her life. Despite everything, she’d been seconds away from letting him go further, from begging him to slide his hand lower.

“I need to pee,” she said quickly, pulling away from him and sitting up.

He released his hold on her without a fight and scooted back as he sat up, affording her some precious space.

Using the edge of the broken-down sofa as support, Abella pushed herself to her feet. She ignored the throbbing between her legs and cast a quick glance around the room. “Um…where do I…”

Tenthil raised a hand a pointed at a partially open door toward the back; based on its angle, it wasn’t going to close without being wrestled back onto its tracks. She hurried over to it and peered inside.

A light beyond the doorway flickered on, likely triggered by her movement, to reveal a dirty, cluttered bathroom. Like every bathroom she’d seen in this city, it contained several strange fixtures she couldn’t identify. She didn’t spend any time trying to imagine the alien anatomies they were meant to accommodate.

She looked over her shoulder. Tenthil had risen, and now stared at her silently. His hair was slightly mussed, his eyes hooded, and his cock’s shape was prominent through his pants. She swallowed thickly. Even the scars on his cheeks only enhanced his sexiness, adding a wicked, tantalizing touch to his appearance.

“Does this door close?” she asked.

He shrugged and shook his head at the same time, turning his palms upward.

“You’re no help,” she muttered, turning back to the bathroom. She stepped inside, wrinkling her nose as she tip-toed through the mess; thankfully, she still wore her boots.

She found what appeared to be a toilet in the far back corner—a tankless oval bowl jutting from the wall. Were it not positioned so low, she might’ve mistaken it for a second sink with a missing faucet. Leaning forward, she peered into the bowl, bracing herself for the discovery of some new, grotesque horror.

Surprisingly, the bowl was empty—and oddly clean, especially compared to its surroundings.

Abella turned her back to the bowl and positioned herself in front of it. “You’d better not peek!”

To her startlement, she heard Tenthil’s soft footsteps retreat from near the doorway. She’d never heard him come any closer.

Her cheeks warmed. “Oh my God.”

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