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It’s not that I’m sad, exactly. More like the intensity of the orgasm is leaving me vulnerable and weepy. However, I can’t help the icy chill wrapping its cold fingers around my heart.

I want to feel sorry for myself, to mourn everything I’m missing, but I can’t fully think as the machine wriggles about inside, fanning the flames of my pleasure. Turning onto my stomach, I bury my lips into the pillow and scream.

All my anger, fear, and frustration pour out of me as I slam my fists on either side, finally having the meltdown I’ve been desperately keeping at bay. Soon, the heat of Vrokjan’s body envelops me as he surrounds me, pinning me to the bed.

I struggle, but he just holds on tighter. He doesn’t chide or admonish me. Instead, he lets me get it all out. Soon, I’m depleted, and lie there, breathing as I try to get my brain back where it needs to be.

Without saying a word, he eases the plug from my ass. The tight ring is sore, unused to having something in it. Next, he takes the machine out of my pussy, allowing a moment of clarity.

“I go to run a bath and come back to find you overwhelmed. Come, let me soothe you.”

CHAPTER 18

JESSICA

Vrokjan slides off the bed and waits for me. My heart sinks a little as he backs away, giving me room. For some reason, I thought he’d scoop me in his arms again, but I guess the spell is broken.

As he studies my face, his lips turn down into a frown. “You’re disappointed. Was the pleasure not satisfactory?”

My thighs quake as I climb down and stand in front of him. Thankfully, none of the weakness seems to be back. All that I’m dealing with now is post-sex quivering.

Leaning forward so the ornaments don’t get trapped, I wrap my arms around my waist. “It was very nice. Best I’ve had, in fact.” I’m not sure why I tell him that, but the beaming smile he gives me brushes away the sadness threatening to encroach.

“That’s very nice to hear. But it doesn’t explain why you’re so sad and sullen.”

Before I realize what I’m doing, I stick my bottom lip out in a pout. “I’m not sullen.”

Vrokjan grabs my bottom lip and pinches it softly. “Oh? This isn’t you being sulky?”

He has me there. I am sulky, just like when I was a teenager. I don’t like this regression. It undermines everything I worked hard and fought for. With a sigh, I drop my arms by my side.

“We just do things differently. That’s all. It’s a lot to get used to.”

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, walking off again. After several steps, he turns and looks at me, his eyebrow lifting in a way that has my stomach clenching. “Are you coming?”

“I thought I already did,” I grumble, walking after him.

His shoulders shake for a moment, the only thing showing he actually heard me. Stopping behind him, I stretch wide, shaking out my limbs. I certainly feel better, and that’s a bit of relief.

If it was indeed the dreaded C-word, a simple injection shouldn’t make me feel better. Then again, this is a different planet. Maybe they have proprietary medicine we just can’t access on Earth.

I try to keep the anger at bay as I think about what such a drug could have done for my mother. Not that I’d want to see her as some boobed-up sex slave. But if it kept her alive and healthy, what sort of monster would I be to refuse her?

Vrokjan turns at the door and stares at me, his gaze soft and pensive. He holds out his hand, waiting for me to approach. He’s so kind and patient with me, not at all as I expected.

Perhaps this visit can turn into something more, something helpful for the human race. I’ve sat with numerous lawyers as they negotiated major deals. Would it really be so hard to convince him to help Earth along with dragging away their women?

“If your brows furrow any more, you’ll get a headache.”

With a sigh, I rub the space between my eyes to calm the muscles down. “What exactly did Master Nagán give me?”

His lips turn down into a frown as he pushes away from the doorframe and strides over to me. “Why? Are you feeling worse?” Concern ripples off of him in waves, taking away the sting of his earlier rejection.

“No. Quite the opposite. I feel much better.”

He heaves an audible sigh as he gathers me into his arms. “Thank the Celestials. Why do you wish to know?”

I shrug, not sure how much I should reveal of my plan. “Well, it’s in my body. I’d like to know what’s making me better.”