19. Talia

Chapter 19

Talia

A s the last rays of sunlight filtered through the lavender trees, casting patterns on the water's surface, Firion and I began peeling away our dirt-crusted clothes that clung to our bodies. Every movement felt deliberate, almost ritualistic, as if we were tossing aside more than our outer layers. We were tearing away the fear, the exhaustion, and the horrors of the mine that had almost beaten us.

My heart pounded as I stood in front of him, visibly naked for the first time. Fully exposed and a touch vulnerable, but so eager to be a part of what would come next. Back in the cell, we’d seen each other by touch, never more than hints of our bodies in daylight. My eyes roamed over his body, taking in every detail I’d only glimpsed in the darkness of the cell.

Firion was all muscle and sinew, his blue skin rippling beneath toned flesh that seemed to suck in the last of the daylight. His broad shoulders gave way to a powerful chest, an expanse that would have made anyone else look imposing, but on him, it was warm. Inviting. Perfect.

He was beautiful, an alien beauty, yet undeniably male, and all mine.

His silver hair shimmered in the fading light, catching the sun's glow and shining like spun moonlight. But it was his eyes, those deep, unwavering teal pools, that held me captive. There was something there that made my breath catch in my throat. They were filled with warmth, love, and a raw intensity that made me feel as though I was the only thing that mattered in his world.

While captives, we hadn’t had the luxury of looking at each other like this. We’d touched each other, mapped each other, but it was feverish and quick, a product of our desperation and a need for comfort. But now, in this small sanctuary, we could take our time. We could explore each other as we ached to do.

My gaze drifted lower, trepidation curling in the pit of my stomach as I remembered how he'd described his anatomy, how his smaller cock was designed to latch onto a female’s clit, humming as the larger one thrust into her. I hadn't understood the full implications. Standing face to face with the alien I was beginning to love more than I thought possible, I wasn’t only curious. I wanted to feel everything. I craved him like no one else before .

He stepped closer, our bodies inches apart but not touching, and the world seemed to narrow to us. I reached out, tracing the contours of his arms, testing the firmness of his muscular chest with my fingertips. Anticipation burst between us, crackling like a live wire. Every bit of me tingled with the thrill of what was to come, and with it, the realization that despite everything we’d been through, this was the moment we’d been holding out for, the one thing that felt wholly ours.

His eyes never left mine as he gently tucked a stray tendril of hair behind my ear, his touch sending shivers across my exposed skin. I searched his face, looking for any hint of hesitation, but all I found was longing, a need that mirrored my own.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, his warm breath skimming across my lips. “To see you, to know you, not in the darkness, but here, under the sky, where we belong.”

I nodded, my throat thick with emotion. “Me too, Firion. I want to know all of you.”

He lifted his hand, and with an almost reverent touch, caressed the curve of my waist, his fingers trailing a line of fire. I shivered, my nipples tightening in response as he drew me against his frame. His larger cock, already growing stiff with arousal, brushed against my belly, and I gasped in anticipation.

“You’re beautiful, Talia,” he said, his voice raw and almost feral with desire, plus something more, something that echoed the heated feelings swirling through me. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I don’t want to waste another second.”

Excitement rippled through me. This was real, and it was happening now. His heat seared into me, solid and undeniable. It chased away the remnants of fear lingering in the back of my mind. We only ever had now. Tomorrow never truly came. He was right; we couldn’t waste even a second.

His touch became bolder, surer, as his hands roamed over my back, tracing the line of my spine before dipping lower to cup my hips. He pulled me fully against him, his hardness pressing against my belly. My arousal pooled deep inside me, a burning need igniting between my thighs.

Our terrifying escape, the relentless desert, and the horrors we’d faced in the mine faded away. The only thing that mattered was Firion and the way he made me feel as if I were the last, most precious thing in the universe.

My breath hitched as he lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his chest and clung to his shoulders, reveling in the sheer strength of him.

He carried me into the water, his legs splashing, and the heady smile on his face melted through me to pool low in my belly. The light of the setting sun met with the deepening dusk, painting the world in a picture of purples and pinks as we sunk deeper into the pool.

It felt tranquil here, the surface reflecting the fading colors in the sky, broken only by the gentle ripples as he waded. Cool, refreshing water enveloped me, washing away the last bit of fear and exhaustion clinging to my skin. Every sliver of tension that had taken root deep inside me melted away in an instant, leaving nothing but the feeling of contentment in its wake.

Slowly, Firion lowered me until my feet touched the sandy bottom, and we clasped hands, refusing to let go. The water lapped at my chest and neck, its coolness a welcome contrast to the heated desire coursing through my veins.

Without a word, he began gently washing me, his large hands working methodically over every inch of my skin. Each stroke was tender, bringing me back to life in a way that only he could, making me feel wholly his. I arched into his touch, moaning as his fingers brushed across sensitive areas, stirring the embers inside me into a flaming inferno. The tenderness in his touch contrasted sharply with the craving need flooding every fiber of my being.

I returned the favor, my hands eagerly exploring his muscular chest and arms, so different from any man I’d known yet achingly beautiful. He leaned back for me, and I combed my fingers through his silver hair, working to untangle the strands, letting them slide through my fingers. His answering groan reverberated through me, setting my nerves alight. When I was finished, I floated around to stand in front of him again, and he leaned his forehead against mine, his breaths hot against my mouth as he rubbed my shoulders and down my arms before circling around to cradle my hips, pulling me fully against him.

He had me lean back, and he gently washed my hair, his fingertips driving away the last of my exhaustion, the last bit of restraint deep inside me.

As Firion’s touch lingered on my shoulders, the water enveloped us completely, its coolness a sharp contrast to the flickering heat between us. His hands moved to cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples in slow, deliberate strokes. Each caress sent a shiver through me, a spark of fire that traveled straight to the pit of my stomach. My body reacted instantly, my nipples hardening from his touch, a low moan slipping from my lips.

His gaze locked onto mine, those deep teal eyes holding me captive in a way that made my heart squeeze with adoration. There was desire in his eyes, yes, but also the unmistakable warmth of love. It was as if in this moment, nothing else existed, only Firion and me and this oasis. We were miles away from anything and anyone who could harm us.

“You're everything I've dreamed of, precious one,” he said, his voice a rough whisper that washed over me like a caress. His mouth captured mine, and I savored the taste of him, the sweet intensity coupled with something deeper, something that spoke of trust, a promise of forever. Every time he kissed me, it felt like coming home.

He pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together, and I gasped into his mouth as his hardness nudged against my belly. My own arousal flared in response, the heat between us building, spiraling. Our kiss deepened, becoming more feverish, our breathing quickening as we explored each other, our mouths hungry for more. The world around us faded, leaving only the sound of our hearts thudding and the gentle splash of water as we moved.

Firion’s hands continued their journey across my body, sliding down the curve of my waist, his teasing fingers skating across my hips. Each touch set off a ripple of pleasure, the anticipation growing to an almost unbearable level. When his fingers found their way lower, slipping between my legs, a shuddering breath escaped my lips. Heat pooled deep inside me as his fingers gently parted my folds, exploring the slick need waiting for him.

He knew my body well already and circled my clit with sure strokes, then dipped lower, testing my entrance with gentle pressure. My head fell back, pleasure rolling through me in waves, and I clutched his shoulders for support, desperate to stay afloat in the delicious sea of sensation he was creating solely for me. Firion watched me the entire time, his gaze heavy with need but full of tenderness, as all he craved to do was bring me pleasure.

My world had narrowed down to the feel of his fingers and the love burning in his eyes. I instinctively bucked against his hand, seeking more, wanting the release building inside me. His other arm held me steady, keeping me anchored to him as he explored my most intimate place, each touch more commanding, more driving than the last.

His breath ghosted across my neck as he leaned in closer, his kisses trailing down to the soft curve of my throat. His tusks lightly grazed my skin, sending another shiver of anticipation through me. The water lapped gently around our bodies, our breathing mingling with the sound of water sloshing against the edges of the pool.

I arched into his touch, surrendering wholly to the moment and to him.

“Firion,” I whimpered, breathless, the word a plea as my entire being lit up. I needed him like I needed to breathe.

His fingers moved with practiced precision, another deep stroke, another deliberate press against that sensitive bundle of nerves that had my toes curling. I could feel myself climbing higher and higher, teetering on the edge of bliss. When his thumb circled my clit once more, then a second and third finger dipped inside, pushing deeper, I moaned louder. My climax built to a crescendo, and I cried out, my grip tightening on his shoulders as I came undone by his hand.

Firion’s lips found mine again, capturing my cries and swallowing them in a fierce, possessive kiss. He held me as tremors wracked my body, his fingers still working me gently through my orgasm, stretching out every pulsing wave of heat until I was quivering against him. His arm kept me anchored against his solid frame as the last shudders ebbed away .

The need in his eyes was unmistakable, and I knew without a doubt that this was it. There would be no going back.

I didn’t want to go back. I wanted him more than anything. And as I gazed up at my blue-skinned warrior, I knew he was it for me, forever.