Page 30 of I Fell for an Alien Popstar

Then she pushed three fingers inside me. I was so tight that the stretch made me moan loudly, my nails digging into her back as my pussy clenched around her thick fingers.

Zhari kissed me again, deep and rough, while she started fingering me faster and harder. Her fingers thrust in and out, curling just right. The wet slapping sounds echoed through the shower.

I could feel how soaked I was, coating her hand completely.

My hips started bucking on their own, thrusting my pussy against her hand and fucking her fingers desperately. The pressure built quickly, intense and overwhelming.

With a sharp cry against her mouth, I came hard. My pussy pulsed and squeezed around her three fingers in strong waves, my hips jerking wildly as I rode her hand through every intense throb.

My thighs shook, and I kept grinding until the orgasm finally faded, leaving me panting and clinging to her beneath the hot water.

A broken moan slipped out of me, echoing off the tiles.

“Fuck…” I breathed, my forehead dropping to her shoulder.

Zhari slowed her hand, easing her fingers out of me with a final, gentle stroke that made my whole body shiver. She kissed me softly, nothing like the hungry heat from before—just slow, careful presses of her mouth against mine, as if she were trying to bring me back down to Earth one kiss at a time.

For a moment, all I could do was lean against her, my chest heaving as the water pounded over us. The euphoric, floaty feeling started to thin, and a sharp flicker of panic cut through it.

“The bond,” I gasped, pulling back just enough to search her face. “Did we—did that…?”

She smiled, her thumb brushing a stray droplet from my cheek.

“No, my little noodle,” she murmured. “We didn’t. For it to seal, we both have to reach the peak together. Our auras must sync at the same moment, remember? This was only yours.”

“Yeah, right. Okay. Sorry,” I whispered, still breathless.

“Was it okay for you? I love pleasuring you, and pleasuring you was incredible.”

A weak laugh escaped me.

“Yes, it was.”

She pressed one more soft kiss to my lips, then stepped back beneath the spray.

“I am going to order room service,” she said, her voice still a little rough. “Get cleaned up. Take your time.”

She twisted off the water, grabbed a towel from the rack, and wrapped it around herself in one smooth motion. Droplets clung to her skin, catching the light as she padded out of the bathroom. The door hissed softly shut behind her.

I stayed where I was for a few seconds, my palms flat against the cool tile and my lungs dragging in shaky breaths. My legs were still unsteady. The ghost of her touch pulsed between my thighs, a slow afterglow that made me bite my lip and close my eyes.

Eventually, I reached for the towel, wrapping it tightly beneath my arms and blotting the water from my skin. Then I twisted a second towel around my hair.

I dug through my suitcase and pulled out fresh panties, my butterfly socks, soft pants, and a cute tank top, tugging each layer on with hands that still trembled a little.

At the sink, I squeezed bubblegum toothpaste onto the hotel toothbrush and scrubbed my teeth, watching myself in the mirror while the foam filled my mouth.

I’d gone so long without being touched like that that I’d almost forgotten how it felt to be wanted—to be handled like I was something precious instead of convenient.

With Zhari, it hadn’t felt like a quick rush or a one-night blur. It sat deeper, like something beneath my ribs had shifted and clicked into place.

Dressed now, I wiped a clear patch on the foggy mirror and met my own gaze. I didn’t look different. It was the same face, the same tired eyes, and the same faint remnants of star gems where they hadn’t fully washed away.

But my body felt rewired, every inch of skin awake.

I pressed my fingertips to my lips, remembering the way she’d touched me and how my whole chest had answered as if it had been waiting for that exact frequency.

The word mate echoed in my head, bright and terrifying.