I melt back into him and let the brilliant colors of the screen transport me back to Earth.
CHAPTER 6
SYLVUS
I’ve always beenproud of my work. Efficient. Clever. Effective. I thought that was all the satisfaction I could ever need in life.
It all pales in comparison to this. How she leans into me. How she relaxes, soothed.
The music of her laugh when a capuchin monkey steals a grape from its sibling.
Andromeda smiles. “That reminds me, I used to go to the zoo a lot. There was this one time…”
She tells me stories. Her eyes are faraway, and memories pour from her lips. Memories that have been locked away for twenty Earth years.
Precious treasures nobody else has ever heard.
Selfish, possessive satisfaction settles over me as I stroke her hair and listen.
Hours pass. Gradually, her shifting becomes uncomfortable.
“What do you need?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she says. “I’m fine.”
I grip her jaw and twist her face toward mine. “Don’t lie to me.”
Her eyes unfocus and her breath quickens. She blinks, grappling for composure.
Fuck, I’m enjoying this too much.
She licks her lips and swallows. “I’m hungry.”
“And?”
A gorgeous blush spreads across her cheeks. “My boobs hurt. These things are heavy.”
I laugh softly, then run a gentle hand over her swollen breast. They’ve grown fifty percent in size since we sat down. Faster than average. Her capacity would make her an incredible earner if I were ever willing to let her out of my sight.
Andromeda trembles.
“Is that alright?” I ask.
She nods. “It feels good.”
I adjust her to free both my hands, then gently knead her breasts.
Andromeda’s sighs gradually turn to moans.
My pedipalps twitch.
Her moans deepen, getting needier.
While I’m still capable of self-control, I stop my massage.
Her eyes blink open, and she pouts up at me.
“You need to eat,” I remind her. “You said you were hungry.”
