I lie in bed with my eyes closed for a good while, cataloguing sensations like I’m running a quiet diagnostic. Heart rate: normal. Skin: warm, not buzzing. Brain: blessedly not on fire. The ache between my thighs is the good kind—the earned kind.
So maybe we don’t have to tell my committee? Maybe I can just…let this go and we can pretend it didn’t happen and?—
I open my eyes.
Glance down at the turquoise, shimmering arm wrapped tight around my mid-section, feel the breath against my neck,the twitch of tendrils at my ear, my shoulder, caressing me however he can.
And I know for a fact that the device…what it did to me doesn’t matter. It brought me here, and I’m not going back.
I snuggle back into his chest, letting out a little moan at the feel of his hard muscles, and he hums low in his throat. He’s awake, lifting his head just enough to kiss my neck, his tongue darting out and gliding up the line of my jaw.
“You taste good when you’re thinking,” he purrs. “Keep doing it.”
I melt a little. Ugh.
“That is a deeply unfair thing to say before I’ve had coffee,” I mumble, even as I tilt my head to give him better access. His mouth curves against my skin, his grip tightening just slightly.
“What were you thinking about?”
I let out a long exhale, giving myself over to the sensation of his lips on me as he trails his mouth down my collar bone…over my chest, wrapping around one nipple?—
“Holy fuck,” I curse.
“I love how sensitive you are here,” he murmurs. “But…not as sensitive as before.” He sucks slightly, teases me with his teeth. “The translator’s effect is fading, isn’t it?”
“I think so,” I manage, breathy, even as I arch toward his mouth. “But I still…I still want…”
He moves over me, boxes me in, looks into my eyes. I gaze up at him, lips parted. He waits.
“Ididhave something important to say,” I whisper.
His lips quirk in a small smile. “You want me to earn it? I’ll work for it. Ilikeworking for it, Lyn.”
Those words are all it takes for every previously important thought i had to fly right out the window.
I drag him down to kiss me and Kaelion rocks his hips against me, his cock pressing against my entrance, my legscoming up to wrap around his hips. He licks at the inside of my mouth and I open to him—I open everything, begging him to fuck me, please?—
We move together, learning each other’s rhythms now…his claspers teasing at the sensitive skin around my pussy, one arm braced by my head, his free hand grasping my breast and pinching my nipple so hard it takes my breath away.
“Tell me what you like,” he growls in my ear.
“Exactly what you’re doing,” I breathe.
He pinches harder. “Bespecific.”
I suck in a breath. “I like it when you fuck me…when you fuck me really,really hard. Harder. Right there—when you—oh,fuck, Kaelion, when you’rebreaking me open, I want it so fucking bad?—”
My orgasm breaks over me so suddenly it makes me shudder, twitching like I’m seizing, my pussy clenching around him again and again. He rocks into me one more time, then he goes still—breathing hard, shaking, his lips brushing against my jaw in slow, leisurely kisses.
Then he rolls to his side, the two of us just…breathing. Enjoying it.
The calm before the storm.
“I was just gonna say I don’t have any hesitations about making this official,” I finally exhale. “Making it public, I mean.”
I look over to find him frowning.
“I thought that was already the plan,” he murmurs.
