Psy (Alien Castaways #3) - Cara Bristol Page 0,29

arched her neck as he kissed her throat. She sought his mouth again while her busy hands worked the buttons of the garment. They disrobed as they inched their way to the bed, celebrating each drop of clothing with a kiss.

Her body offered a delight to view and touch, her skin smooth, her curves slight but feminine. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

He could feel her pleasure and surprise. Had no one ever said those words to her before? He vowed to tell her every day, every moment. He nudged her to the mattress, and they tumbled atop the silky sheets.

Cupping her breasts, he raised them to his lips so he could gently suck the hardened nipples. She raked her hands through his hair, sending tingles of sensation straight to his cock—which throbbed when she slipped a hand between their bodies and closed her fingers around the shaft.

Her touch, tentative at first, grew bolder. A groan of desire erupted from his chest. You like that? She smiled against his mouth.

More than you know.

She chuckled. Oh, I think I do.

He smoothed his hands over her skin, over the contraceptive implant in her arm, before trailing his fingers to her tummy. He brushed his fingers through wiry curls before slipping between her legs where moisture pooled. Her hips moved with the motions of his hand, and when he dipped his head for a taste, she arched and gasped aloud.

Ohgodohgod… Her thoughts echoed in his head.

Need pounded through him, heavy and hard, his desire a living, breathing thing, and her desire multiplied the effect.

Now, please, now… She dug her fingers into his shoulders.

He shifted into position and guided his cock to her entrance. He pushed into her channel as their mind link deepened. Her eyes widened just before pleasure contorted her face. She hooked her heels into his buttocks and rocked as her physical sensations of fullness and satisfaction amplified the tension coiling within him.

More…more… she urged.

His body surrendered to her command, thrusting harder and faster. Mental barriers crashed. All he thought, all he felt poured out to her, and her consciousness became his. Her hopes, dreams, her essence were illuminated. Rapture intensified. The light grew brighter…except…over there—a tiny spot of darkness. Attention diverted, he froze, but then the light consumed shadow, and the darkness vanished like it had never been. Her mind glowed bright and brilliant.

I never dared to dream for someone like you, she said.

Nor I, you, he replied, forgetting about imagined shadows, letting the bliss consume him, fill him, remake him.

Ecstasy, swift and fierce, physical and mental, united them as one.

* * * *

Her head pillowed on Psy’s shoulder, Cassie drifted on a cloud of well-being. The physical sex had been explosive, but she’d never imagined the mental ecstasy could be so intense—or that such pleasure and unity even existed. No wonder people were so obsessed with sex.

It is only that way with Veritals and their genmates. He tightened his arms around her.

She hadn’t thought their mental connection could get any deeper, but during intercourse, it had. United in body and mind, she had seen, felt, and heard every thought, every emotion, every wish, every desire. His consciousness had been as vivid and real as her own.

She frowned, remembering his flash of surprise, how he’d frozen for a second. What did you see?

See? He lazily massaged her arm.

In my mind. You saw something, sensed something. I felt you freeze.

He continued to rub her arm. I thought I saw a smudge—but it was nothing.

How can a smudge in my brain be nothing?

Not in your brain, your mind, but I’m sure I imagined it.

If it was something, what would it be?

It could be a hidden memory or a protective barrier caused by trauma.

I haven’t suffered any trauma. She’d experienced disappointment and frustration from not being able to speak but nothing traumatic. Just the opposite—she’d been cossetted and overly protected from anything harmful.

I thought I saw a dark spot, but then it lightened. Besides, many people have a dark spot or two. As intimately linked as our minds were, if there had been anything worrisome, I would have known it.

She relaxed. If he wasn’t worried, then she wasn’t worried. With Psy in her corner, she could do anything! Which reminded her…

I thought about what you said about the possibility of my voice having healed itself or that there might be medical advances. I’ve decided to take the chance. When I saw my doctor for birth control, I talked to her about it. She’s going