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I can only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. The combination of physical pleasure and empathic feedback has me floating in a haze of arousal, but true to his word, the slow pace is letting me last much longer than before.
"Touch yourself," Tev'ra encourages, one hand sliding down to rest on my hip. "I want to feel what it's like for you."
I reach beneath myself, wrapping my hand around my cock, and immediately both of us groan at the doubled sensation. Through our bond, Tev'ra experiences my touch as if it were his own, while I feel his pleasure at watching me, at knowing he's the one making me feel this good.
"Not going to last much longer," I warn, my hand moving in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Then come for me," Tev'ra murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of my neck.
When my orgasm hits, it's different from our previous times; deeper, more sustained, rolling through me in waves that seem to go on forever. The slow build means the release is more intense, and through our empathic connection, I feel Tev'ra's response to my pleasure, how watching me come apart beneath him pushes him over the edge.
He comes with a soft cry, his body shuddering against mine as he fills me, and I feel his climax as if it were my own—the overwhelming relief, the satisfaction, the profound contentment of being connected to someone who matters.
Afterward, we collapse together, both breathing hard. Tev'ra carefully withdraws and immediately pulls me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me protectively.
"Are you all right?" he asks softly, pressing kisses to my hair.
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. Because I'm not all right, not really. That was perfect, and it's over, and in a few hours I'll be back on Earth pretending this never happened.
"Finn?" There's concern in Tev'ra's voice, and I realize he can probably sense my pain.
"I'm okay," I manage, keeping my face turned away from him. "Just... processing."
I feel a tear slip down my cheek, then another. Not from sadness exactly, but from the overwhelming knowledge that I'll never feel this connected to another being again. That in a few hours, this perfect intimacy will be nothing but a memory.
Tev'ra's arms tighten around me, and through our connection I can feel his understanding, his own grief at what we're losing.
"I know," he whispers against my hair. "I know."
We lie there in silence under the light of three moons, holding each other as tightly as we can, both of us trying not to think about how little time we have left.
Chapter Eighteen
Tev'ra
We make our way to the smaller pool without speaking, both of us moving carefully as if sudden movements might shatter whatever fragile peace we've managed to create in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Finn's hair is still mussed from sleep, and there are marks on his shoulders from my kisses that make something possessive and protective flare in my chest.
The warm water welcomes us like an embrace, and Finn settles against me immediately, his back to my chest as we sink into the shallower end where he feels safe. I wrap my arms around him, and through our empathic connection I can feel his contentment mixing with an underlying sadness that mirrors my own.
"This is nice," Finn says softly, his voice barely disturbing the peaceful silence. "Just... floating here with you."
I tighten my arms around him, pressing my face into his damp hair. The mineral-rich water makes his skin feel impossibly soft beneath my hands, and I find myself memorizing every detail—the way he fits perfectly against my chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the trust evident in how completely he relaxes in my arms.
"I can feel your bioluminescence," Finn continues, turning his head slightly to watch the patterns beneath my skin. "Even underwater. It's like... gentle starlight."
I look down to see the soft glow emanating from my skin, patterns of contentment and melancholy swirling together beneath the surface. "It responds to emotional states," I explain unnecessarily. "I cannot always control it when you're this close."
"I don't want you to control it," Finn says, shifting so he can turn in my arms, now facing me. "I like seeing how you feel. Makes me feel less alone in my own emotions."
I cup his face with wet hands, water droplets clinging to both our skin, and lean down to kiss him slowly. He tastes like warmth and possibility and heartbreak all at once.
When we separate, Finn settles back against me, this time sideways so he can still see my face while remaining in my arms. "Talk to me," he says quietly. "About anything. I just want to hear your voice."
So I do. I tell him about the first time I learned to swim in the deep currents, about the way bioluminescent algae follows swimmers through the water on my homeworld, creating trails of light that last for hours. I describe the festivals where entire cities coordinate their lighting in complex patterns that can be seen from the orbital platforms, and the way young Nereidans learn to read emotional currents in the water itself.
Finn listens with the same focused attention he gave me last night, occasionally asking questions or making soft sounds of interest. His eyes never leave my face, as if he's trying to memorize every expression, every inflection in my voice.
"You miss it," he says after I finish describing the singing pools. "Your world."
