Page 38 of The First Child
For a moment, he just looks at me—sprawled beneath him, hair spread across the pillows, skin flushed with desire. His markings pulse in slow, hypnotic waves.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice reverent. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
“Show me.” I reach up and pull him down to me. “Show me how you’ve dreamed of me.”
He settles between my thighs, and the first touch of him against me makes us both groan. He’s larger than human men—longer, thicker—and the stretch as he slowly pushes into me is exquisite.
“Hada,” he breathes, his control hanging by a thread. “You feel?—”
“Move,” I demand, rolling my hips up to take him deeper. “Please move.”
He pulls back and thrusts forward, and the sensation explodes through both of us via the empathic link. I cry out, my nails digging into his back, and he responds with a low growl that sounds more animal than civilized priest.
The rhythm we find is desperate, primal. Months of careful control shattered in the face of overwhelming need. His markings blaze like stars as he moves in me, and through the connection I can feel his wonder at being inside me, his amazement at how perfectly we fit together.
“Harder,” I gasp, and he complies, driving into me with a force that makes the couch creak. “Yes, like that. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises, his mouth hot against my throat. “Never stopping. Never letting you go.”
The intensity builds between us, amplified by the shared sensation until I can barely tell where I end and he begins. When he changes angle and hits that perfect spot inside me, I see stars.
“There,” I cry out. “Right there.”
He pounds into me relentlessly, chasing my pleasure like it’s his own—and through the link, it is. The feedback loop of sensation builds and builds until I’m trembling on the edge of something massive.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. “Let me feel you come apart.”
His thumb finds my clit, and the combination of penetration and pressure sends me flying. I shatter around him, my release tearing a scream from my throat that would wake Aniska if not for the soundproofing we installed last month.
Through the empathic connection, he feels every pulse of my orgasm, and it triggers his own. He buries himself deep and comes with a roar, his markings blazing so bright they temporarily blind me. I feel his release as if it’s my own—the overwhelming pleasure, the sense of completion, the pure rightness of being joined like this.
We collapse together, gasping and shaking. His weight settles over me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as the aftershocks roll through us both.
“Did we—” I try to catch my breath. “Did we just?—”
“Share a neural link during climax?” He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes still glowing faintly. “Yes. That’s not supposed to happen with non-telepaths.”
“Maybe I’m not as non-telepathic as we thought.” I trace one of his slowly fading markings with my finger. “Or maybe you just scrambled my brain with your alien superpowers.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest where it’s pressed against mine. “Are you complaining?”
“Hell no.” I pull his mouth down for a kiss. “That was… incredible doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
“No,” he agrees, nuzzling my neck. “It doesn’t.”
We lie there in the glow of the Christmas lights, still joined, still breathing hard. The empathic connection has faded to a gentle hum, but I can still sense his contentment, his wonder at what we’ve shared.
“The baby’s still asleep,” I murmur, listening to the steady sound of her breathing through the monitor.
“She’s happy,” he says. “Can you feel it? The peace in the air?”
I can. For the first time since we’ve been caring for her together, Aniska’s empathic field is completely calm. No storms, no emotional chaos—just pure, sleeping contentment.
“She knows,” I realize. “She knows we’re finally together.”
“She’s been waiting for this as much as we have.” He kisses my shoulder. “Smart child.”
I run my hands through his midnight hair, still amazed that I’m allowed to touch him like this. That this beautiful, impossible man is mine.
