“I could, if you’d let me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Come. Let me touch you.”
“Kronos…”
“Do you trust me?”
His hair fell across his broad shoulders. Those shoulders had lifted me against the wall of his ship and cradled me as we made love. Those arms had held me in a protective position as we traveled. Those lips had pried mine open and tasted every inch of me. Then there was Kronos — the alien. He felt something for me, and unlike any human man I’d ever met, he wasn’t afraid to show it.
He wasn’t afraid to possess me and in doing so, give himself freely to me.
“Yes. I trust you.”
“Then come. Allow me to understand.”
He came close to me and lifted me off the ground. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his torso and arms around his neck. I could see the ridges on his nose so clearly now. His pointed ears were just within my reach. His blue lips begged for my kiss in return.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine. My eyes closed involuntarily and my memories opened. It was like working loose a hole in a sweater. Kronos stuck his mind into mine and wriggled until my memories opened and every bit of my childhood spilled out from my head into his. He knew everything. I could keep no secrets from Kronos now.
He saw the day I was born. He saw what it was like growing up with my parents. He saw the fighting. The screaming. He saw the spot behind the TV where I used to hide as daddy hit my mom. He saw the night she fought back and I called the cops and they took her away for three days. He saw the welts on my arms and legs. He saw me running away for the first time to go live with my English teacher who promised we’d be together forever. I was too young. He saw everything and as tears streamed down my cheeks, his eyes glowed yellow and he held me close.
“I’ll never let you go, Jessica.”
It was the first time anyone had said something like that to me. It was the first time anyone offered to protect me. I wanted him to stop reopening the wounds, but at the same time, I celebrated letting out the poison. Kronos saw every moment of my life and when he pulled his head away, he only whispered, “I understand.”
I collapsed onto his chest, weeping as he stroked my hair.
“How did you do that?”
“Shhh,” he whispered, “Let it all out. I’m not going anywhere, Jessica. I’m right here.”
I cried and clung to his chest and for the first time, I could drop the “tough Jessica” act and just be with him. For the first time, I wanted to. Earth didn’t feel like my home anymore. Perhaps it had never been my home. Perhaps my life in Alaska had been one long stint in a waiting room as I prepared myself for this.
“You’ve had a lot of telepathic activity for the day,” he suggested, “You’d better rest.”
I wanted to protest, but he was right that I was tired. I could hardly keep my eyes open as I leaned on him. He let me down onto the ground and I crawled into bed. Kronos crawled right next to me and held my body close to his. I didn’t resist.
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I believed him. For once in my life, I could feel safe. I sensed his honesty. His care for me. And his love. Although that last bit terrified me to my core too.
Kronos lifted me off the ground. It was the only way we could be really face to face, with him holding me and clutching me, his body pressed against mine.
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“Good.”
I grabbed his cheeks, pulling his blue face close to mine. I ran my hands over the top of his pointed ears and traced his earlobes with my thumbs, continuing to kiss him and caress the face I didn’t know at all, yet felt like I’d known forever. The telepathic connections between us made everything happen faster…
I reached for the sleeves on his tunic, pulling them off over his broad shoulders. His fingers clenched, digging into my side desperately as I struggled to get his shirt off over his bulging muscles. His hardness rose in his pants as I successfully stripped him down and ran my hands over his muscles, each one perfectly defined and warm beneath my finger tips.
He was the only thing keeping me warm in our cold room. He pressed his forehead to mine, kissing me urgently. As he weaved a telepathic connection between the two of us, my mind melted like chocolate in the sun. His grip on my curvy hips tightened and I submitted fully to him. As his tongue danced between my lips, he sent intentional surges of pleasure through me. I moaned, just from him kissing me. He’d forged a connection directly from my mind to my hot wet slit and my lips slipped against each other as my clit engorged on the edge of an enormous explosion of heat and passion for him.
He stripped the rest of his clothing off and then my own. He held me up against the wall, our bodies pressed together, completely naked.
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