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hair. His long curtain of silver was falling around our faces, and I couldn’t have stopped myself combing my fingers through it if I’d tried. And I definitely wasn’t trying.

Kisses became more frantic. Hands left off exploring hair to explore skin and form. But clothes got in the way.

“Take it off!” I ordered, pushing him away.

For a moment he seemed lost, unable to process my words. It lasted only a second. Then he was tearing off his black clothing and I was ripping away my own. Never had I felt the need for skin-on-skin the way I did in this moment.

And it was worth the wait. When he returned to my arms, I reveled in the feel of his smooth runner’s body against mine. His heat was intense, warming every cell in my body. I wanted him in a way I’d never wanted anyone.

It never entered my head that I was making love with an alien. A thousand-year-old alien with the consciousness of a child. It never entered my head to see myself as a recent rape victim, who would have sworn she’d never have sex again and certainly never with an alien. None of it entered my head. Only Rian was there, filling my senses, overwhelming my emotions.

When I encouraged him to lie between my open legs, I felt the hardness of his cock pressed against my folds. I gloried in the feel of it as he rubbed along my slit, seemingly as lost in the new sensations as I was. When I was close to coming, I frantically reached between our sweating bodies and found his cock.

His groan as I wrapped my fingers around it was an aphrodisiac all of its own. But when I directed that long appendage to my entrance and he pushed into me, it was too much. Before I was fully impaled, an orgasm swept up and over me. Blissful. Mind-altering. All-consuming.

All I wanted was him deeper inside me. Filling me up. Blending his soul with mine. When I felt his balls against my butt I was finally satisfied. My body had taken all of him. Even though his head pressed against the wall of my womb, I’d managed to cocoon him completely.

Rian was resting on his elbows, his head pressed into my neck. Every muscle was hard and damp. His breathing was harsh, impossibly harsh for someone as smooth and serene as he was. As Charsus was.

When he began to pump into me in long strokes, my arousal, which had been slowly coming down after the orgasm, ramped up yet again. By the time he was slamming into me, I was screaming for more.

He came apart on a long groan that could have split the ground beneath our ship. It was enough. I flew off the cliff-top and joined him in blissful oblivion.

My last wondering thought as darkness took me... How could sex be so good?

15

RIAN

I came back to myself to find my body flattening Jenna’s. Though Charsus’ slim form was nowhere near as heavy as my old body, it was still too much for the frail woman.

Though I ached to stay inside her a little longer, I knew I had to move. Slowly, achingly slowly, I withdrew and turned her on her side so I could press up behind her on the narrow bunk. Holding her was almost as good as sex. Okay, maybe not. But it was still incredible. She was perfect in every way, her slim, tall figure curving to fit mine in just the right way.

Would a Danan body fit hers as well as Charsus’ did? The thought ate at me with jealousy that was so ridiculous I laughed at myself in my head.

‘Good thing you can laugh at yourself, young Danan,’ Charsus said, his voice oddly languid.

‘Don’t talk to me now. I want to bask in this strange glow with my podmate,’ I sniped back, resenting his intrusion.

For a moment he was silent, allowing me to revel in this strange, liquid world of sensation.

‘I didn’t know it would be like that,’ he said.

So much for alone time.

With a deep sigh I answered him. ‘Me either. It is utterly consuming. All I wanted was to blend us into one being.’

‘I know. It took pleasure to another level. Now I understand what my sister must have felt with her Danans. I would not have been able to walk away from that either.’

‘You should have given me some… privacy,’ I snapped.

He laughed languidly. ‘As if that could have been possible. You