Not seeing him made it stranger, and somehow more intense. Like surrendering blindfolded, with nothing but trust and sensation.
Taking her yes, Khar eased forward, slow and unstoppable.
Lily had never felt so full.
It stretched her, yes, but the sensation stayed balanced on the edge between pain and pleasure without tipping too far. He waited, let her adjust, then began to move, slow and rhythmic.
“You were made to undo my self-control,” he murmured. “I knew you would.”
The praise sent another surge through her. Against all logic, it worked. Alarmingly well. It was frankly insulting how quickly her body stopped caring that he wasn’t human. Worse, he felt obscenely precise, like someone had custom-built an alien weapon purely to ruin her life.
Tears slipped from Lily’s eyes as he drove into her with devastating control. Words and sounds spilled from her mouth as she neared the edge again, but she could not quite fall.
Khar noticed the strain.
“Use your words, Lily.”
“My clit,” she managed.
His hand found it at once. “Here?”
Lily nodded, eyes clenched shut. Khar knelt, lifted her hips with one hand, and changed his rhythm to match his fingers.
Her body seized so hard she nearly screamed as her third orgasm tore through her. Khar withdrew, watched her slacken into the sheets, then finished himself with a few hard strokes, spilling onto the bed.
Afterward, he gathered her close, stripped away the damp linen, and settled her onto a soft blanket, holding her to his chest. His breath warmed her neck. One arm cradled her head while the other traced slow, soothing paths over her skin.
Lily’s mind, usually a constant hum of thought, finally quieted. Warmth, touch, and exhaustion pulled her under.
She fell asleep in his arms.
* * *
Hours later, Lily’s bladder woke her.
She and Khar were still tangled together, so she slid off the bed with feline care and padded toward the washroom under the ship’s soft safety lights. She took care of things quickly, then crept back to the bed. Khar had not shifted at all. His impressivebody covered nearly the entire mattress, and with his eyes closed his face looked calmer, almost ethereal.
The same could not be said of his sex. Even soft, it remained faintly intimidating.
In the half-light, Lily could see both the similarities and the differences compared to human men. Thicker. The head more tapered, broader. She did not linger. Instead, she burrowed back against him, hoping not to wake him while unwilling to give up the closeness.
Who knew what tomorrow would bring. Maybe for Khar this had been nothing more than release. Maybe his species attached no meaning to it at all.
The thought darkened her mood until a heavy arm slid around her waist and pulled her close.
“Do not wander off, Lily.”
He did not truly wake. The words came out rough and drowsy, half a murmur. Lily relaxed instantly and fell asleep pressed against him. For once, her brain stopped trying to catastrophize tomorrow.
Morning came with Helios’s familiar chime, but Khar did not stir. Lily watched him, fascinated, quietly pleased to learn something new about him. Namely, that he could sleep through just about anything.
She showered, pulled on a clean uniform, then carefully climbed back onto the bed and settled astride him. His eyes stayed closed. He only tightened his arms around her, holding her possessively.
It occurred to Lily that despite everything he had done with his mouth the night before, he had never once kissed her properly. That felt strange by human standards, but maybe it was normal for Divani.
She had no intention of missing out.
Sitting on his hips, one hand braced against his chest, she leaned down and pressed a small kiss to his mouth.
