Page 43 of Signed, Sealed, Seduced
“More,” I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair. “Please, more.”
His rhythm quickens, and I can feel his control beginning to fray. The markings pulse brighter, faster, and I realize they’re reacting to both our arousal levels. As my pleasure builds, they glow brighter, which seems to feed back into his experience, creating a loop of sensation that has us both gasping.
“I can feel you,” he groans, his movements becoming more urgent. “Through the markings. Your pleasure, your arousal. It is... overwhelming.”
“Good,” I manage, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Let go, Henrok. I want to feel you lose control.”
Something snaps in his expression at my words. The careful rhythm falters, replaced by something more primal, more desperate. His thrusts deepen, quicken, and the heat between us becomes almost unbearable.
The crystalline markings are now blazing like stars, pulsing in rhythm with our movements. Every time he hits that spot deep inside me, they flare brighter, creating a feedback loop of sensation that has me teetering on the edge of something incredible.
“I’m going to—” I start to warn him, but the words are lost as pleasure crashes over me in waves.
The orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Not just the physical sensation, but the way the markings seem to amplify everything, creating echoes of pleasure that roll through me again and again. I can feel Henrok’s response through whatever connection we share, his own pleasure feeding back into mine until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
He follows me over the edge moments later, his powerful body shuddering as he finds his release. The markings blaze so bright they’re almost painful to look at, and I can feel the heat of him intensifying, as if his entire body is burning with the force of his climax.
For long moments afterward, we remain joined, both of us breathing heavily as the markings slowly fade to their normal level. The weight of him is substantial but not crushing, and I find myself marveling at the way his alien heat has seeped into my bones, warming me from the inside out.
“That was...” I start, but words fail me.
“Different,” he supplies, his voice rough. “From what you have experienced before.”
“Completely different,” I agree, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “The markings, the heat, the way you felt... it was incredible.”
He shifts, withdrawing from my body with care, and I immediately miss the connection. But before I can mourn the loss, he’s pulling me against his side, his arms coming around me in a possessive embrace.
“You are well?” he asks, his voice a rumble I feel as much as hear.
“I’m perfect,” I assure him, then pause as I realize something. “Are you... I mean, is that it? Are you tired?”
He goes very still against me. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just... you’re not human. I don’t know what your recovery time is like, or if you have the same limitations...” I trail off, suddenly embarrassed.
To my surprise, he laughs—a sound I’m becoming addicted to. “Suki,” he says, his voice warm with amusement, “I am a Zaterran male in his prime, with a mate who responds to my touch like fire. Do you truly believe I am finished with you after one encounter?”
The word ‘mate’ sends a thrill through me that I don’t want to examine too closely. “So you’re saying...”
“I am saying,” he continues, rolling over to loom above me, his eyes already darkening again, “that we have barely begun to explore what our joined physiology can accomplish.”
The crystalline markings are already starting to pulse brighter, and I can feel the heat building in his body again. “How long do you typically last?” I ask, fascinated by the differences between our species.
“Hours,” he says simply, and my mouth goes dry. “With proper motivation.”
I grin up at him, feeling bold and powerful and utterly cherished. “Challenge accepted.”
What follows is unlike anything I could have imagined. Henrok’s alien stamina is extraordinary—where a human male would need time to recover, he seems to gain strength from each encounter. The markings provide a constant source of feedback, letting me know exactly how my touch affects him, while their subtle vibrations create sensations I never knew were possible.
We explore each other with growing confidence, learning what makes the other gasp, what sends the markings blazing with light, what pushes us both to the edge of control. His alien nature creates possibilities I never imagined—the heat of his touch, the way his markings respond to my arousal, the incredible endurance that lets us discover new heights of pleasure again and again.
By the time we finally collapse together, exhausted and sated, the markings have faded to a gentle glow that pulses in rhythm with our synchronized breathing. I’m draped across his chest, my skin still flushed from his alien heat, marveling at how perfectly we fit together despite our differences.
“That was...” I start, then laugh at my own inability to find words.
“Extraordinary,” he supplies, his arms tightening around me. “I had not expected...”
“What?”
