This isn’t going to be enough, but right now it’s everything. I allow myself the pleasure of tasting him, the salt on his skin,a slight sweetness that’s both familiar and entirely alien all at once.
And I come again.
My pussy clenches, begging to be filled, and I jerk uncontrollably. “Fuck,” I curse. “Fuck, fuck…”
“Hang onto me,” he urges me. “Let it happen.”
I’m so wet. I’m soaked through my underwear, my sweats…I’m dying to have him inside me, even though I’m not sure I would even survive it. I’ve never felt pleasure like this.
“Please fuck me,” I’m whispering, not even sure when I started talking. “Please, Kaelion.Pleasefuck me, I need you to fuck me?—”
That’s when he pulls away.
And the real world comes plummeting down on top of me.
Because even though I’m having some serious afterglow, even though my brain is pumped full of dopamine, I know something between us has changed forever.
His thumb comes out of my mouth with a wet pop, and for a second I sway forward, instinctively chasing him—but then I see his face. Tension radiates off him. His jaw is locked. His tendrils rest tight against his neck and collar, and his eyes…
His eyes are wide like he’s seen something that frightens him.
Meanwhile, my body hasn’t gotten the memo yet.
It’s still humming…every nerve lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, oversensitive, buzzing. Heat pools low in my stomach, my pussy clenching repeatedly. My eyes stray to his crotch just to be sure, and the sight of his hard-on makes me feel just atouchbetter.
Not completely though.
Not at all.
“It’s okay,” I say, desperate to fill the silence. “We’re just doing science.”
Fuck, what a stupid thing to say.
What a stupid,stupidthing to say.
Kaelion huffs out a laugh, turning away from me to brace his hands on a nearby desk. It angles his body so I can’t see him, and it makes me want to go to him, turn him toward me…
…do more science.
“You are far too brilliant to believe we’re just doing science at this point, Lyn,” he mutters.
“Then what are we doing?” I ask. Beg. Plead.
He turns back to me slowly, trying to look composed and failing utterly. His pupils remain dilated, tendrils flicking.
“You are under the influence of biotechnology that has impaired your judgment,” he says. “And I am…behaving entirely inappropriately. Taking advantage of you?—”
“I think Iaskedyou to give me a fucking orgasm,” I say, sliding off the stool.
He steps back like he thinks I’m going to jump him.
…he’s not totally wrong.
“Lyn,” he warns, voice tight, “I need you to understand that none of this should be happening.”
I take a step forward. He takes another back.
“You just said I’m brilliant,” I remind him. “So believe me when I say I understand exactly what’s happening.”
