“Oh, my God...” I moaned, imagining those strong, long fingers playing with me in earnest.
“One or two, Maren?” he demanded relentlessly.
I swallowed against my dry throat. “Two. Please.”
“What a brave girl you are,” he murmured approvingly, curling two fingers up slightly, then sliding them gently against the glass, right over my swollen clit.
I closed my eyes, imagining him entering me while I slid my own fingers inside me. Desire surged higher. My inner muscles clenched.
“Show me,” he rasped on the other side of the glass. “Show me how wet you are.”
I jerked my fingers out of me and pressed them to the glass, leaving a glistening smudge of my arousal on the clear surface right across from his face.
“Fuck,” he growled with a pained expression, then dragged his tongue along the glass, as if trying to lick off the wet streak I had left on my side of the screen.
I sucked in a breath, releasing it with a moan I no longer cared to hide. His fingers clenched around his cock. The glide of his hand turned jerky. I rubbed my clit, feeling like I could come in seconds. I hadn’t even realized how much I needed this. How much I wanted him.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “I need you to look at me when you come. When I come too...”
I wanted to tell him that I never came with my eyes open, but the words fluttered out of my head the moment he raised his left hand to my face, curling it gently as if to cup my cheek.
“If I could touch you, I’d fuck you so hard, my darling,” he gritted through his teeth, panting through the grip of desire on his throat. “I would make you come around my cock, then lap my seed off you like a starving dog, and make you come again and again until you forget everything and everyone but me.”
“Yes...I’m...” I gasped as my pleasure crested.
The intense, sweet sensation spread through me, blinding me to everything but his eyes fixed on me. My lips parted with a whimpering moan from the pleasure too strong to bear in silence.
As if he’d been waiting for me before allowing himself to go undone, Kye’s jaw tightened, his eyelids fluttered, and he let go too. He didn’t hold back in his pleasure, unrestrained and unapologetic about the sounds he made. His growls grew into roars, booming under the high ceiling.
Then I heard a melodious clinking against the glass. Instead of the “seed” that Kye had mentioned earlier, clear, sparkling crystals bounced on the floor around his feet.
Did they just come out of his body?
“Are those...” I started, unsure how to formulate my question.
“Diamonds,” he finished for me with a blissful smile. “Born under the pressure of my pent-up desire for you.”
Letting go of his cock, he put both hands on the glass. The yearning in his eyes alone seemed capable of melting all barriers between us.
I placed my left hand on the glass against his right one. His hand was so much bigger than mine, his fingers longer. The faint warmth radiating from it drew me closer. With his shimmering skin and translucent hair, Kye hardly looked real sometimes. But there he was, a virile, hot-blooded man, capable of a full range of emotions, including the most carnal desires.
Enticed by the warmth of his body, I couldn’t move away.
“Kye, I...” I wanted to say something that would express everything that I felt. Except that I didn’t know myself what exactly that was. Attraction? Desire? Compassion?
Probably all of them to some degree and more. So many emotions swirled in my chest. It was impossible to contain them, yet I feared what setting them all free might bring.
“Maren.” He stepped closer, with only glass separating us now without even a hairbreadth of air between our bodies anymore.
The glass warmed, making me feel like it had disappeared completely, like I was standing pressed to him directly. My fingers scraped against the hard surface in a futile attempt to curl around his hand.
He stood still, even his breathing halted, and I knew this must be the closest he’d come to another person in the past hundred years.
I dropped my gaze, pressing my cheek to the glass.
Tap, tap.
The faint sound against the glass registered with me, the noise so subtle, it was hard to hear over the swishing of the waves in the ocean or the trickling of the water inside.
