Page 49 of Secretly Abducted
"Can feel how much you mean that," I gasp. "Through the bond. Can feel everything—your desire, your... your love?"
The word hangs between us for a moment. Then he leans down to kiss me, and through the bond I feel everything he's feeling.
"Yeah," he admits against my mouth. "Love. Probably too soon to say it, but I've been looking for you for ten years. Think I've been falling for you the whole time."
The emotion that crashes through me is so intense it takes my breath away. I pour it back through the bond—love reflected, mixed with wonder and joy and desperate need.
"Me too," I manage. "Didn't know I was waiting for you, but I was."
He reaches between us to stroke me in time with his thrusts, and the dual sensation through the bond is almost too much. I can feel both sides—how I feel around him, how he feels inside me. It creates a feedback loop that has us both racing toward the edge embarrassingly fast.
"I'm going to—" I start.
"Yes, come for me," he encourages, speeding up his hand. "Let me feel it through the bond."
I break with a cry, my whole body going supernova bright, colors I don't have names for racing across my skin. Through the bond, I feel him experiencing my orgasm like a secondary wave—the pulsing pleasure, the overwhelming relief, the way my body clenches around him.
He stills inside me, letting me ride out the aftershocks, breathing hard against my neck. Through our connection, I can feel he's nowhere near done, still hard and desperate inside me.
"Alex," I pant, "you didn't—"
"Oh, I'm not finished with you yet." He pulls out carefully, and before I can fully process what's happening, he's flipping me over onto my stomach. "On your knees."
"I just—I can't—"
"Yes, you can." His hands pull my hips up, positioning me on my hands and knees. "You're going to give me another one. Going to let me fuck you properly this time."
I whimper as he pushes back inside, my oversensitive body clenching around him. Through the bond, I can feel how it affects him—the tight heat, the way I flutter around him—but also how he can feel my oversensitivity, the overwhelming sensation of being filled again so soon.
"Too much?" he asks, stilling.
"No," I gasp. "No, it's—fuck—it's good. Different. More."
"More?" He pulls back and thrusts in hard, making me cry out. "Like that?"
"Yes!"
His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back, and the sound that escapes me is embarrassing and needy. The slight edge of pain, the control—I've never experienced anything like it. Never knew I could want something like this. Through the bond, I feel his satisfaction, his desire spike higher at my response.
"You like this too. Like when I'm rough with you."
"I didn't know," I moan as he sets a punishing pace. The surprise at my own desires mingles with the pleasure. "Didn't know I wanted—oh fuck, right there!"
"That's it," he growls, using my hair to control the angle. "Take it. Take all of me. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked just like this."
My bioluminescence is going wild, colors I've never produced before racing across my skin. Through the bond, I can feel his arousal building with mine, the way seeing me like this—desperate, glowing, taking everything he gives me—is driving him wild.
"Already getting hard again," he observes, reaching around to confirm. I am, despite having just come, mybody responding to his desire through our connection. "So responsive. So perfect. Going to ruin you for anyone else."
"Already have," I gasp. "No one else. Just you."
"Damn right, just me." He punctuates the words with particularly hard thrusts. "This is mine now. You're mine. Say it."
"Yours," I cry out, his possessiveness sending heat through me. "I'm yours, Alex, please—"
"Please what?" He yanks my hair harder, forcing my back to arch. The controlled roughness is intoxicating—so different from anything I've known. "Use your words. Tell me what you need."
"Harder! Fuck me harder!"
