Page 39 of Stolen Slave

I released my hold on my wrist and ran my fingers over the back of his neck and through his hair.

He shifted his hold on me and stood abruptly, taking me with him. His long strides quickly carried us from the kitchen to the shower.

When he backed me toward the alien toilet, I felt the first stirring of worry. But even that didn’t fully bloom as the metal end nudged between my legs. My face flushed hotter when it started its suction and gentle probing, but I didn’t fight it. What was the point when it always got what it wanted? Plus, it wasn’t like there were any other bathroom options. So, I didn’t fight. I relaxed. And it was over in a second.

Khorahn ran his hands over me and tipped my chin up so he could study my face. Whatever he saw in my expression made him smile, to which I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I did a good job not freaking out over your toilet. That doesn’t mean I like it, though.”

He stepped away from me and got to the part I did like.

Once he coated my back, I threw him for a loop and turned so I could lean into him while he rubbed the not-cleanser into my shoulders and back. However, he turned me again and knelt down to do the backs of my legs.

He skipped my butt and distributed his sparkle magic to my front torso. Grinning to myself, I changed things up again and faced away from him so I could continue to lean against his chest as he coated my breasts.

Did I mention how much I loved him touching me?

I was damn near panting by the time he reached my hips. I knew he wasn’t trying to turn me on.

Wait.

What if that was the point of this? What if making me shimmer was the alien version of sex? What if we’d been doing it since he brought me on board?

I laughed at the thought.

A low rumble echoed through his chest behind me.

He turned me around and attended to the front of my legs before carrying me over to the bench. The moment his ass was on the seat, I was on his lap, open wide and ready for washing.

“Please hit me like you did last time,” I said, grabbing his shoulders.

He reached between us, and I shivered at the first release of his not-cleanser against me. I didn’t care if he noticed my flush or erratic breathing. Or the way I ground down onto his palm when he finally started to rub in the stuff that would make my bits sparkle. All I cared about was feeling good. And he made me feel so good.

He said something, and I pressed a finger over his lips.

“Shh. Less talking. More rubbing. Oh, there,” I said with a low moan when his fingers bumped over my clit. “Right there.”

He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. Low and slow. Just the way I liked it.

Small sounds escaped me as I drew closer and closer to the place I wanted to be. When he brought me there, I tipped my head back and rode out my orgasm on his palm.

The ship’s tinny voice pulled me from a steamy sex dream. Some hot bodybuilder had just gotten me off in the shower and had been playing with my nipple. I opened my eyes and frowned.

It’d been Khorahn, and while the ship had truly interrupted my dream about him, I knew the dream hadn’t only been a dream. It had actually happened.

“What the fuck, Vya?” I said, pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes.

While the orgasm had been nice—who was I kidding, I’d passed out because of it—I had no intention of jumping into bed with him. And, thanks to how I’d acted, he probably thought the good times were really going to start rolling now.

How could I have been so stupid?

The computer’s tinny voice rang out again, interrupting my self-recrimination.

I got out of bed, wondering why it was talking when Khorahn wasn’t here, and the light in the room brightened considerably. It glinted off my skin like I had microscopic diamonds all over me.

The door opened when I was mid-twist to admire the backs of my legs, and Khorahn entered. I wished I could read him better. Was he thinking about how I’d behaved in the shower? Was he going to try something?

I pasted on my best smile and turned my arm under the light as if nothing was wrong.

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