Page 47 of Secretly Abducted
My sleeping area suddenly seems smaller with him in it, more intimate. My bioluminescence casts moving shadows on the walls, betraying my excitement, my nerves, my desperate want.
"You're shaking," he observes, pulling me close once we're beside my bed.
"Anticipation," I admit. "I've imagined this so many times in the last two days."
"Just two days of imagination?" He grins, hands sliding down my sides. "I've got ten years of fantasies stored up."
"Ten years?" The number hits me suddenly—he's been thinking about me since he was sixteen, since that terrible time. "Alex—"
"Ever since you saved me." He kisses my throat, just above my gills, making me gasp. "Dreamed about you before I even knew your name. Now I get to make every one of those dreams real."
The thought of young Alex, traumatized and healing, finding comfort in dreams of me... it's overwhelming. That I could have been a source of hope rather than harm all these years.
"Alex..."
"Lie down," he says softly. "Let me take care of you. Let me show you how good this can be."
I settle onto my bed, watching as he stands over me, backlit by my own bioluminescence. He looks like something from a dream—all golden skin and dark eyes and confident desire.
"You're still glowing," he says, voice full of wonder. "Like your whole body is showing me how much you want this."
"Is that what these colors mean?" I look down at myself, seeing the purple-gold-blue patterns racing across my skin.
"I'm going to learn them all," he promises, joining me on the bed. "Going to map every color, every response, every sensitive spot on your body."
He starts at my throat, kissing and exploring with a thoroughness that makes me writhe. Every touch sends new colors cascading across my skin—purple for pleasure, gold for want, blue when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.
"You're incredible," he murmurs against my chest. "Like nothing I've ever seen."
"You've seen many?" There's curiosity in my voice, not jealousy.
"Enough to know this is different." He leans down to kiss me, slow and deep. "Enough to know you're special."
I arch beneath him when he finds a sensitive spot just below my gills, colors exploding across my chest. "How do you know where to touch?"
"Your body tells me." He traces the edge of my gill slits carefully, and I discover they're incredibly sensitive. "Every color, every sound, every tiny movement. You're like a map of pleasure waiting to be explored."
"That's very—oh—poetic for someone about to—" I lose my words when he wraps his hand around me again, stroking slowly.
"About to what?" he teases, thumbing over my tip, and I gasp at the way he explores the slightly different texture, the ridges that seem to fascinate him. "Tell me what you want, Vel."
"You know what I want."
"I want to hear you say it." He speeds up his hand slightly. "Want to hear you ask for it."
My colors pulse erratically, that mix of embarrassment and arousal that seems to delight him. "I want you inside me."
"Just that?" He leans down to kiss my throat. "Nothing else?"
"Alex, please."
"Please what?" He's being a tease, but the way I light up with frustration and want seems to be exactly what he wants. "Use your words."
"I want you to fuck me." The crude human word feels strange on my tongue, but the way his eyes darken tells me it was the right thing to say. "Want you to show me everything. Want to feel our connection fully ignite."
"There we go. Was that so hard?"
"You're insufferable."
