Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4) by A.G. Wilde (inspirational books to read .TXT) 📗

He was about to forget his whole pretense of sleep when he heard her speak.

“I can do this,” her whisper was so low even in the silent room.

“I can do this,” she repeated as she gripped the wall and held on tight.

His instincts to lift her lest she fall screamed at him but he fought them back.

She needed to do it on her own, and for once, he quelled the need to go to her rescue.

His muscles tensed, though, ready to spring into action at the least sign that she was going to lose her footing.

“Bathroom must be this way...” she still whispered to herself as she moved slowly to the back of the room.

He heard when she entered the cleansing area and breathed out a breath of relief.

Luckily, he’d left the lantern lit in there. He wasn’t sure she’d have known how to ignite it.

Ears cocked, he rose up on his elbows and listened.

Maybe he should show her how to turn on the tap.

But as the sound of running water reached his ears, he forced himself to stay put.

“God, I’m filthy,” she was speaking to herself again and it made him smile. He loved hearing her voice. So soft and high. Higher than the other females’ voices, he was sure. He’d heard all of them speak and Song’s voice had been the most beautiful.

“So warm…”

Her moan as the warm water touched her skin made him shiver. Another throb echoed in his cock. It was straining against his trousers so hard, he wasn’t sure if the fabric would hold.

“Mm…so good,” Song whispered.

He could think of a few things that would feel even better.

Him, all over her body.

His tongue. His mouth. His lips.

Qrak.

If he continued like this, he’d have to relieve himself in privacy without her knowing about it.

Either that or his cock would find relief on its own.

At the time, he felt like if he even touched it, he would spill his seed all over his trousers.

“Soap. They must have soap somewhere.”

Bath berries. She must be looking for those.

There was silence then he heard a sound of surprise.

“What the hell are these…” There was a pause. “Oh.”

She must have found them.

The next sound he heard had him jumping out of the bedding.

The undeniable sound of something hard hitting rock echoed into the room and, all pretense aside, he rushed to the cleansing area, throwing the barrier to the area open only to be stopped in his tracks by the sight in front of him.

“Kyris?!” She spun to face him and he stood frozen, his gaze changing from intense concern to what could only be described as intense lust.

He could feel it, knew his eyes were now clouded with it, and there was nothing he could do about it, for she was standing there, naked.

So very naked.

“That sound...I thought you fell.” his voice was a deep rumble and, for a second, Song forgot that she was standing before him naked.

With a shriek, one arm flew over her chest and her other hand covered her privates. It was reflex; she didn’t even know why she reacted in such a way. He’d seen her naked before so many times.

This time, though…his gaze…his gaze was like a violet fire that scorched her with the heat of need in the way he was looking at her.

And it didn’t matter that her hands were there.

He’d already seen her.

And the way he was staring at her, it didn’t matter that she was hiding herself. It was obvious he wasn’t seeing her hands. It was as if the image of her nakedness was imprinted in his mind.

“You didn’t fall?” Even though his words were logical, the look on his face didn’t correlate to what he was saying. His words communicated concern while his eyes communicated something else. It was as if only a small percentage of his mind was relaying the words while the rest of his mind was focused on something else: her.

At that time, with the way he was looking at her, it was as if she was staring into the eyes of something wild…not an angel, but something wanton and primitive.

He was no angel.

Kuso—it was like staring into the eyes of a wolf...and she was his prey.

Shouldn’t that make her feel afraid? Apprehensive? Then why was there that strange feeling between her thighs instead?

The shower was still raining down on her, running water down her head and over her body, but she couldn’t even move to shut the tap off.

Movement caught her attention and when her gaze fell, she inhaled deeply.

It was there, clear as day. Printed against his trousers was a thick rod and it was twitching, throbbing even as the rest of him stood rigid.

Before the shock of what she was seeing registered, her breath held in her throat as he was suddenly upon her.

With one hand, he hit the valve of the tap and shut the water off. The other hand, he used to cage her in and she could do nothing but stare up at him.

The funny thing was, despite the predatory look that was in his eyes, despite that she was naked and he was suddenly looming over her, she didn’t feel danger. She wasn’t even scared.

Instead, she’d gone...breathless?

Memory of their chaste kiss heightened the tension between her thighs and she raised her head to look up at him, wanting whatever was about to happen so badly and yet afraid of it at the same time.

“Kyris?” her voice came out barely above a whisper and, even to her, it was like an inviting caress.

She wasn’t meaning to be a tease but it was as if she was drowning in his gaze and the scary thing about it was that she didn’t want to come up for air.

He was staring at her deep in the eyes as his head lowered. They were so close now. So close their foreheads met.

The thought of his lips against hers again caused a throb in the center of that heat between