Page 55 of Stolen Slave

I passed out with a smile.

The lights were low in the bedroom when I woke up alone. Everything felt heavy like I was hung over. But nothing hurt. I felt great. Relaxed. At least until I stretched. Wetness gushed from between my legs. My core twitched, and my clit started to throb like crazy.

I sat up and looked down, wondering if I’d gotten my period. My thighs glistened with an iridescent shine. Considering how many times he’d shot into me, it made sense that I was still full of it.

The need for another orgasm was a little odd, though.

Before I could take care of it myself, the door slid open. The sight of Khorahn set my heart racing. I eye-molested him as he crossed the space, grateful that he hadn’t put any clothes on again. I wondered briefly if it was due to his leg wound, which didn’t seem to be bothering him, but then dismissed the idea. He’d ditched the clothes before going planet-side to be a worm-killing ninja.

He sat on the bed, and I saw the way his eyes drifted over me.

“Hi,” I breathed.

He growled something and stroked a finger over my cheek. That simple touch hit me hard in the libido. I wanted to ride him like a pony again. The only thing that stopped me was the intensity of the impulse. I could barely breathe through my horniness.

“Khorhan, I think something might be wrong with me.” I wasn’t afraid like I should have been about it. “I’m not feeling the things I know I should be feeling.”

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me close. It increased my need to rub against him. Rather than give in to it like I’d been doing, I leaned back and met his gaze. He was looking right at me. After our days together, I could see the differences in his expression. The way his gaze swept my face and dipped to my mouth.

If I had to guess, he wanted to kiss me. But he didn’t make any move to do it.

When I leaned back farther, he gave me the room.

Testing to see he truly was doing what I wanted, I took his hand in mine and stood. He followed me from the room, and I heard his chuckle. It made my core clench, and my mind immediately went back to how he’d feasted on me in his jewelry room. We definitely couldn’t go there if I wanted to resist what was riding me.

I veered down the hallway, trying to remember all the rooms we’d visited. I didn’t want to go to the one with all the monitors or the clinic. Where was the one with the plants? Gardening seemed non-sexy enough.

He said something a few times as I wandered and then scooped me up into his arms.

“Wait,” I said as he strode forward, stroking my thigh.

My insides clenched, and I struggled to breathe again.

“I wanted to look at the plants,” I said weakly even as my gaze zeroed in on his mouth.

The hiss of a door opening distracted me enough to tear my gaze away from the temptation and look at the overhead lights illuminating the vast space.

“Yes. This is it,” I said, excited.

He set me down, and I quickly went over to inspect the empty dirt beds. Not that they had much to look at. A few plants I didn’t recognize and a lot of greyish-brown dirt.

“This looks different,” I said, crouching down to touch the soil. It wasn’t dry but felt like dry sand, more so than dirt.

I moved to the plants, inspecting them like they were the most interesting thing in the room when, in truth, I could barely focus on them. All I wanted to do was turn around, push Khorahn to the floor, and have my way with him. Again and again.

Although the idea didn’t trigger any emotional concern, I was still logically concerned. I’d never been this obsessed with a guy ever. Or this needy for an orgasm. So what was wrong with me? Was it being naked in space? The air? The irresistibleness of the hot alien who just lightly ran a finger down the length of my spine as I bent over to examine the plant?

My mind ran through scenarios as I touched a leaf. It withered, curling in on itself. Shocked, I looked at Khorahn.

“Did I just kill it?”

He went over to a shelf on the wall by the entrance and removed a spiraled bottle that was filled with multi-colored fog. When he sprayed it on the plant, it slowly came back to life.

“Wow.” I waved my hand at the rest of the plants. “Are they all like that?”

I honestly didn’t care, but he gave me the distraction I needed as we walked around the room and he did his best to educate me on what to do with the plants by example.

Did it end my horniness? No. Every time he wasn’t looking at me, I was eye-groping him. He just had so much I wanted to look at.

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