His name tore from her throat, her eyes catching and holding his as pleasure raced through her.Stormy gray eyes saw her through the orgasm and the one that followed.Not once did she ever look away.She never wanted to look away from him.
And when he finally came, his seed poured hot inside her, bathing her clenching, sensitive walls and his roar echoed around their home, as it did most nights—and mornings and afternoons.
Taylor clutched him in her arms, keeping him inside her, and he purred, rubbing his dark horns over her cheek in a possessive and affectionate Luxirian gesture that made her smile sleepily.
And when she dozed off, she felt the pulse of their blood bond between them, felt his love, felteverything,and she fell asleep in his arms, his scent on her skin, and his name a whispering sigh on her lips.
* * *
When Taylor woke next, he was there, crouching beside her, his gray eyes bright even in the darkness of the room.
“Vikan,” she whispered, still half asleep, groggy, and reaching for him.“Why are you out of bed?”
He jolted the moment she said his name.His lips turned down slightly, his brows furrowing.But when her hand touched the warm, strong, velvety skin of his forearm, he stilled, his eyes flickering in the low light.
A slight purr from his chest and then he murmured, “Sleep,luxiva.”
Taylor relaxed, nodding, her eyelids already sliding shut as the warmth of his voice lulled her.
She slept.
When she woke next, she was in Vikan’s arms, bridal style, and he was just carrying her onto a circular vehicle of some kind.A cool breeze washed over her skin that wasn’t covered by her tunic.
In the back of her mind, Taylor thought that sensation was odd, the feeling of wind, considering she hadn’t been outside since…
She inhaled a sharp breath, sucking in cool, fresh air.Clarity returned in a flash, her brain firing on all cylinders as she fully came awake, fighting through the fogginess of the deep dream, trying to discern what was happening, what was real or whether it was still just another of her strange, vivid dreams.
And just as she realized she was outside, on the strange planet that she’d been on for the past couple weeks, that it was nighttime and that no one was around except for the gray-eyed alien that she’d just dreamed about…Taylor gasped and struggled in his steel-like arms.
“What the hell is going on?” she rasped, her voice still scratchy from sleep.
He didn’t give her time to ask much more than that before the circular, open-air vehicle they were on began to hum and vibrate.A moment later, it lifted off the ground and Taylor’s surprised cry was lost in the wind as they hurtled into the sky.
Taylor’s stomach dropped, frozen and still against his chest.Eventually, what she realized was a damnhovercraftleveled off, the gray-eyed alien’s long fingers working expertly over the control panel, even though he still cradled her with his other arm.
When the hovercraft slowed, high above the ground that Taylor hardly dared to look at, the wind finally settled into a hushed whistle as they glided through thin air.Instead of looking down, she looked up athim, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.
“Where are you taking me?” she demanded, her eyes running over features that she’d memorized in her dreams.Strangely enough, a part of her didn’t fear him.Strangely enough, a part of her knew that he would never hurt her in any way.So instead of being frightened, she settled on pissed.“Let me go!”
He didn’t.
Instead, once he seemed content with the direction of the hovercraft’s journey, he turned those startling eyes on her, pinning her into place with only his gaze.Though she was angry, she felt her body settle against him further, suddenly breathless by their intensity.
The familiarity of him shook her, just as, in the back of her mind, she thought,I’m going crazy.
Because God help her, sheknewhow it felt being carried in his arms.She knew what he smelled like, what his muscled bulk felt like against her bare flesh, what his dark rumbly voice sounded like as he rasped wicked words in her ear.
All thanks to her dreams.
She struggled with the impossibility of it even as her body softened against him, as if it had a mind of its own.Howcould she know these things when she’d never even spoken to him?
No.She resumed her struggles, pushing his chest away and thrashing her legs until he finally set her down onto the floor of the hovercraft, but kept her pinned between his body and the control panel.
Taylor sucked in a breath, about to tell him off, when he suddenly noted, “You called me Vikan.”
Because that’s your name, she almost bit back sarcastically until her mind caught up with his words, about what they meant.
Her heartbeat thundered in her chest.
