Page 64 of Secretly Abducted
"I love how warm you are," he murmurs against my lips. "Even in the water, you're like touching sunshine."
His mouth moves to my neck, kissing and biting, deliberately leaving marks. "Want everyone to see," he murmurs against my skin. "Want them to know you're mine."
"Your parents will see."
"Good." He bites harder, definitely leaving a bruise. "They should know how thoroughly I claim you."
His hands slide down, thumbs brushing my nipples, making me arch against him. The public setting, the risk of being caught, adds an edge that makes everything more intense.
"Tease."
"Patience." He kisses me again, deeper, his tongue claiming my mouth while his hands continue their exploration. I can feel his need building through the bond, matching mine.
He turns me gently, my chest against the platform support. "Hold on."
I grip the rough wood as he presses against my back, his hands sliding over my stomach, down to palm me through my shorts. I'm already hard, have been since he first kissed me, and he takes his time stroking me through the fabric.
"Vel'aan, please."
"Shh." He kisses the back of my neck, just above the water line. "We're being careful, remember?"
His hand finally pushes my shorts down just enough to free me, fingers teasing before moving lower. When he prepares me, he's patient, thorough, his fingers already slick with his body's natural lubrication.
"So wet for you," he murmurs against my ear. "My body always knows what it wants."
When he finally enters me, the size of him still makes me gasp. Even after days of this, the stretch is intense, overwhelming in the best way. The water makes everything different—the buoyancy, the temperature, the way every movement creates ripples.
"Breathe," he whispers. "Someone's passing to the east."
I look and see a farmer maybe a hundred meters away. Close enough to see us if they looked, far enough that they probably won't. The thrill of it makes me clench around him.
"You like that," he observes, starting to move in tiny, controlled thrusts. "The possibility of being caught."
"I like you," I correct, though he's not wrong. "I like how you feel. How careful you're being even though I can feel through the bond how much you want to let go."
"The bond makes it better," he agrees, one hand coming around to stroke me under the water. "I can feel what feels good for you."
He adjusts his angle slightly, and I have to bite my lip to stay quiet.
"Shh," he soothes, but I can feel his pleasure at my response through our connection. "Quiet, remember?"
The pace stays maddeningly slow, each thrust deliberate and deep. The farmer to the east dives, surfaces, continues working, oblivious. Another appears to the west, and Vel'aan stills completely until they pass.
"This is torture," I gasp.
"This is perfect." He speeds up slightly, still careful not to splash. "You eating horrifying food to impress my parents. Working hard despite their scrutiny. Taking me so well right now, staying so quiet."
"Vel'aan, I'm close—"
"I know. I can feel it." His hand speeds up, and his thrusts get slightly harder. "Come for me. Quietly."
The combination of his voice, his hand, the public setting, and the bond amplifying everything pushes me over. I come with a muffled whimper, and through the bond I feel him follow, his bioluminescence flaring so bright the water around us glows.
We stay there for a moment, both breathing hard, still joined. Then carefully, we separate and adjust our clothes.
"That was incredibly risky," he says, but he's grinning, colors gold with satisfaction.
"Worth it though."
