Page 52 of Accidentally Abducted

Zeph's free hand rakes down my back, nails leaving trails of fire I'll feel for days. "No more waiting," he demands, voice ragged with need. "I need you now. Need all of you."

When he's ready, when I can feel through our bond that he's desperate for more, I position myself between his legs, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance. His thighs tremble as they wrap around my waist, pulling me closer with inhuman strength.

Our eyes lock as I begin to push forward, entering him inch by inch. His body accepts me readily, that natural lubrication making everything easier, but I still go slowly, savoring the moment, watching his face contort with pleasure as we reconnect completely. His nails dig deeper into my back, urging me on, demanding more.

"Fuck," I gasp when I'm fully seated inside him, feeling his body clench around me, those strange internal muscles rippling in ways no human could manage. "God, I missed you."

Zeph's hands grip my arms, his bioluminescence flaring so bright it casts golden shadows across the walls of my bedroom. "Jake," he breathes, his voice reverent. "My Jake."

"Yours," I agree, beginning to move, pulling back and thrusting forward in a rhythm that has us both gasping. "All yours."

His legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust, but he lets me set the pace, lets me take what I need. And what I need right now is hard and fast and desperate, a physical affirmation that he's really here, that this connection is real.

"More," he demands, his nails digging into my back. "Harder. Make me feel you."

Something breaks loose inside me, a primal hunger I didn't know I possessed. I grab his hips, angling them to drive myself deeper with each thrust. The change in position has me hitting something inside him that makes his entire body light up, golden luminescence pulsing with each movement.

"Yes," he gasps, his head falling back against the pillows, exposing the long line of his throat. "Like that. Just like that."

Through our empathic bond, I can feel exactly how much he's enjoying this, the sensation of me moving inside him, the weight of my body over his, the emotional resonance of our reconnection. It creates a feedback loop of sensation that's almost overwhelming, each of us feeling the other's pleasure alongside our own.

"I need to see you," I say, my voice rough with desire. "Need to watch you come apart for me."

I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his cock, still slick with his natural lubricant. His back arches at my touch, a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping his throat. I lean down, wanting to be closer to him, needing to see his face as we both approach climax.

"Kiss me," he demands, and I comply immediately, my mouth crashing against his in a kiss that's all heat and desperation and love.

The room fills with the sounds of our reunion, skin against skin, harsh breathing, the occasional creak of my cheap bed frame protesting our vigor. Zeph's bioluminescence has spread to cover his entire body, bathing the room in golden light that pulses brighter with each thrust.

"I missed you," I tell him again, the words spilling out between kisses. "Every day. Every night. Wondering if you'd forgotten me."

"Never," Zeph gasps, his hands gripping my shoulders so hard I'll have bruises tomorrow. "I could never forget you. Never stop wanting you."

Through the bond, his emotions crash over me, love and longing and regret and relief, all tangled together in a complexity that no words could capture. I let myself be swept away in it, in him, as we move together toward release.

"Close," he warns, his body tightening around me, internal muscles rippling in ways that make my vision blur. "Jake, I'm going to—"

"Yes," I urge, stroking him faster, my hips driving forward with increasing urgency. "Let me see you. Let me feel you."

When he comes, it's with a shout of my name, his entire body lighting up like a supernova. His release coats both our stomachs, hot and strangely iridescent in the golden light. Through the bond, I feel the waves of his pleasure crashing through me, and it's enough to send me over the edge. I drive into him one final time, coming with a shout as his body pulses around me.

The empathic feedback loop amplifies everything, my pleasure feeding his, his feeding mine, creating a cascade of sensation that seems to go on forever. My vision whites out for a moment, the intensity of shared release overwhelming every sense.

Finally, I collapse onto his chest, both of us trembling with aftershocks, his arms wrapping around me to hold me close. We lie like that for long moments, hearts racing in tandem, breathing gradually slowing, neither willing to break the connection.

Eventually, I pull out gently, rolling to lie beside him, my head on his shoulder, one leg thrown over his. His skin is stillglowing, though the intensity has dimmed to a soft radiance that bathes us both in golden light.

"Jake," he says softly, one hand tracing patterns on my back. There's wonder in his voice, as if he still can't quite believe I'm real.

I feel the same way. My hands can't stop touching him—his face, his chest, the curve of his hip. "You're here," I say, my voice rough. "You're actually here."

"I am," he confirms, turning to face me, his forehead pressing against mine. "And I am not leaving again."

The words send a jolt through me, equal parts hope and suspicion. I pull back slightly, studying his face. "Okay," I say, finally ready for explanations. "Now tell me why I haven't heard from you for ten fucking days, Zeph, because seriously, that silence was bullshit. Don't ever do that to me again."

Zeph's expression turns solemn, though his hand continues its gentle exploration of my skin. "After returning to my world, I was required to present my findings to the Council. Seven members who determine the future of our species' integration programs."

"And they didn't want you talking to me," I guess, the pieces starting to fit together.

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