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Did his kindhavebreasts? Did their females look like human women?

She didn’t know.

Didn’t care.

Because now his thumb slid across the curve of her nipple—still covered, still protected by that sleek material—and her body betrayed her.

Her tender nub stiffened. Tightened.

A soft, involuntary sound escaped her lips—a moan, barely there. She wished he didn’t hear it, because she didn’t want to betray her weakness, didn’t want to give him anything he could exploit.

But she knew he heard, because he stilled.

And she couldfeelhim listening, every muscle in his body coiling like a predator scenting movement.

He hears everything, doesn’t he?

And still, his hand kept moving downward, over the soft, alien fabric that clung to her skin like a second layer of thought. The material wasn’t like anything on Earth—sometimes it felt cool and fluid, like water rippling under pressure. Now, under his palm, it felt warm, reactive. Almostalive.

She swore itshiftedwith his touch.

A strange shiver passed through her—part anticipation, part confusion.

His hand wassowarm.

Too warm. Not human.

It made her quiver, her breath catching in her throat.

She wanted to hate this.

Wanted to claw her way back to righteous indignation, to the moral clarity of fury.

But she couldn’t.

She just… couldn’t.

Not with the cold storm clawing at the edges of the ship.

Not with the black void pressing against the windows like an ocean of night.

Not when she was curled up on an alien’s lap, held in arms that could kill and cradle in the same breath.

In this moment, in this cabin full of silence and strangeness, she cravedsomething.

Closeness.

Comfort.

Even fromhim.

The one who’d bought her.

The one who took her from her world.

The one whose touch now made her stomach clench and her skin burn.

This is fucked up.

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