Page 83 of Technically Abducted
"No," I tell him, pressing a finger to his lips. "I want to feel it. All of it. The stretch, the intensity, everything. I want to remember this is real."
Through our bond, I feel his concern warring with his desire. He wants this as much as I do, but his protective instincts are strong, especially after our separation.
"I won't break," I promise, kissing him again. "And the water helps. Makes everything easier."
That tips the balance. Tev'ra nods, shifting his grip to position me properly. I reach between us, guiding him to my entrance, my breath catching as I feel him press against me.
"Slow," he cautions, but there's a tremor in his voice that betrays how much he wants this.
"Not too slow," I counter, already sinking down.
The initial stretch is intense—a burning sensation that borders on too much but never quite crosses that line. I take him in gradually, using the water's buoyancy to control the pace, watching his face as I do. His expression is a study in restraint, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on mine as if seeking any sign of discomfort.
When I finally take him completely, both of us are trembling. The fullness is overwhelming after so long without, but in the best possible way—like a missing piece slotting back into place. Through our empathic connection, I can feel how he experiences it too—the tight heat around him, the profound rightness of being joined again.
"Move," I urge him, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Tev'ra."
He does, with careful precision at first—shallow thrusts that test my comfort level, his hands supporting my weight to keep the angle perfect. The water moves with us, creating gentle ripples that lap against the edges of the pool, the sound a counterpoint to our increasingly ragged breathing.
As my body adjusts to him, the initial burn fades into a pleasurable fullness, and I begin to move more confidently. The water makes everything smoother, easier—supporting myweight so I can focus entirely on the sensations coursing through me. Tev'ra's hands on my hips guide me into a rhythm that has both of us gasping, his bioluminescence brightening with each downward movement.
"I can feel what you feel," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "The way I stretch you, fill you... and you can feel what I feel..."
"The way I surround you," I finish, understanding perfectly through our connection. "How tight and hot I am around you. It's..."
"Overwhelming," we say together, and the shared word makes us both laugh softly, breaking some of the intensity without diminishing the pleasure.
I lean forward to rest my forehead against his, maintaining eye contact as we move together. This close, I can see the subtle shifts in his irises—the way they lighten when I roll my hips just right, the way his pupils dilate when I clench around him. His bioluminescence patterns across his skin in waves that match our rhythm, casting rippling blue light throughout the water and across the ceiling.
"I missed this so much," I tell him, my voice breaking on the words. "Not just the physical part. The connection. Feeling what you feel. Knowing you can feel what I feel."
"The completeness," Tev'ra agrees, one hand leaving my hip to cup my face. "Like finding the missing part of yourself."
His thumb brushes across my cheekbone, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in its wake. The gentleness of the gesture, combined with the increasingly urgent movement of our bodies, creates a contrast that makes my chest ache with emotion.
"I thought I'd never have this again," I admit, my voice barely a whisper. "When you sent me back, I thought—"
"No," Tev'ra interrupts, his arms tightening around me. "Don't think about that now. You're here. We're together. That's all that matters."
He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. The pleasure is so intense it steals my breath, my body tightening around him instinctively.
"There," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Right there. Please, don't stop."
Tev'ra maintains the perfect angle, his movements precise and controlled despite the pleasure coursing through him. I can feel it all through our bond—his own mounting arousal, his determination to make this perfect for me, the profound joy he feels at having me in his arms again. The feedback loop of sensation builds between us, each of us feeling the other's pleasure alongside our own, amplifying everything to almost unbearable intensity.
The water around us has begun to glow with Tev'ra's bioluminescence, particles suspended in the mineral-rich liquid capturing and reflecting his light. It's like making love inside a private galaxy, surrounded by stars that pulse in time with our movements.
"I can feel you getting close," Tev'ra says, his voice rough with desire. "Your pleasure is building like waves, cresting higher each time."
"I'm trying to hold on," I admit, my breathing ragged. "I don't want this to end."
"It won't end," he promises, his hand sliding between us to wrap around my length. "This is just the beginning, Finn. We have all the time we need now."
The dual sensation of him inside me and his hand around me, combined with the constant flow of shared pleasurethrough our bond, pushes me dangerously close to the edge. I can feel my control slipping, my body tightening in anticipation.
"Let go," Tev'ra urges, his own voice strained as he fights his approaching climax. "I want to feel you come apart for me. I want to feel it through our bond."
His words, spoken in that low, intense tone that always undoes me, combined with a particularly perfect thrust, finally break my restraint. My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, starting where we're joined and radiating outward until my entire body is caught in the surge. I cry out his name, the sound echoing off the water's surface, my vision going white at the edges with the force of my release.
