Page 42 of Signed, Sealed, Seduced
“No,” he breathes, his other hand joining the first, both palms now resting on my shoulders. “It is... perfect. Soothing. I have never felt anything like it.”
The wonder in his voice makes my heart clench. When he continues his exploration, his hot hands mapping the curves of my body with careful reverence, I realize I’m experiencing something entirely new as well. The heat of his touch creates sensations I never knew were possible—not just physical warmth, but something deeper, as if his touch is awakening nerve endings I didn’t know existed.
With careful movements, he unfastens my remaining garments, drawing them away from my body with a slowness that borders on worship. When I’m finally naked before him, his eyes darken further, the crystalline markings across his chest pulsing so brightly they cast blue-white light across my skin.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, and then he’s lifting me into his arms as if I weigh nothing, carrying me toward the sleeping area.
The bed, when he lays me upon it, is surprisingly soft, the material conforming to my body like nothing I’ve ever experienced. But I barely notice the bedding, too focused on the magnificent alien male looming over me.
“Are you certain?” he asks, ever formal even in this most intimate of moments.
“Yes,” I breathe, reaching up to touch his face. “I want this. I want you.”
Something flares in his eyes at my words—not just desire, but something deeper, more primal. The markings across his body pulse brighter, and I realize they’re not just responding to his arousal, but to mine as well. Somehow, they’re reacting to both of us.
“How?” I whisper, fascinated.
“We are... connected,” he says, his voice rough. “The markings respond to strong emotion, to physical contact. When you touch me, when you feel pleasure, they react.”
“Show me,” I challenge, and he groans, lowering his head to capture my lips in a kiss that sets my blood on fire.
His mouth moves against mine with increasing urgency, his hands exploring my body with growing confidence. Every touch of his burning skin against mine creates sparks of sensation that seem to echo through the crystalline patterns covering his body. When his fingers find the wetness between my thighs, both of us gasp—me from the incredible heat of his touch, him from whatever feedback the markings provide.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, circling my entrance with teasing slowness. “So perfect.”
But when he slips one finger inside me, I nearly scream. The heat is incredible, but more than that—I can feel a subtle vibration, a pulsing that seems to match the rhythm of his glowing markings.
“What—” I gasp, unable to form a complete sentence.
“The markings,” he explains, his voice strained. “They generate... energy. Warmth. When I am aroused, when I touch you, they...” He moves his finger, and I arch off the bed at the sensation. “They enhance the experience.”
“Holy stars,” I breathe, clutching at his shoulders. “That’s... that’s incredible.”
He adds a second finger, and the dual sensations of heat and that subtle vibration make me cry out. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—not just the physical pleasure, but the knowledge that his alien nature is creating these sensations, that this is something uniquely him.
“I need you,” I gasp, my body trembling with want. “Please, Henrok.”
He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his shaft pressing against my entrance. Even through my arousal, I can feel the heat radiating from him, the subtle pulse of energy that seems to promise incredible things.
“Are you certain?” he asks again, his voice tight with control. “I am... large. Different. I do not wish to hurt you.”
In answer, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I’m sure,” I tell him. “I want all of you.”
With exquisite care, he begins to press forward. The stretch is intense, almost overwhelming, but the heat of him, the subtle vibration of those markings, makes every sensation heightened. As he sinks deeper, I can feel every ridge, every difference in his alien anatomy, and it’s incredible.
“Breathe,” he murmurs, his forehead pressed against mine. “Let your body adjust.”
I do as he says, focusing on the sensation of being stretched, filled, claimed by this magnificent alien male. The heat of him seems to seep into my very bones, and those pulsing markings create a constant, subtle stimulation that has me trembling.
When he’s fully seated within me, we both pause, breathing heavily. The crystalline patterns covering his body are now blazing with light, casting everything in an ethereal glow.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice rough with restraint.
“Full,” I manage, shifting slightly and drawing a groan from both of us. “Incredible. Like I was made for this.”
“You were,” he says with such certainty that I believe him. “Made for me, as I was made for you.”
When he begins to move, it’s with careful control, each thrust measured and precise. But the sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The heat, the size, the subtle vibration of his markings—it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
