Page 42 of Technically Abducted (Nereidan Compatibility Program #4)
That tips the balance. Tev'ra nods, shifting his grip to position me properly. I reach between us, guiding him to my entrance, my breath catching as I feel him press against me.
"Slow," he cautions, but there's a tremor in his voice that betrays how much he wants this.
"Not too slow," I counter, already sinking down.
The initial stretch is intense—a burning sensation that borders on too much but never quite crosses that line.
I take him in gradually, using the water's buoyancy to control the pace, watching his face as I do.
His expression is a study in restraint, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on mine as if seeking any sign of discomfort.
When I finally take him completely, both of us are trembling.
The fullness is overwhelming after so long without, but in the best possible way—like a missing piece slotting back into place.
Through our empathic connection, I can feel how he experiences it too—the tight heat around him, the profound rightness of being joined again.
"Move," I urge him, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Tev'ra."
He does, with careful precision at first—shallow thrusts that test my comfort level, his hands supporting my weight to keep the angle perfect. The water moves with us, creating gentle ripples that lap against the edges of the pool, the sound a counterpoint to our increasingly ragged breathing.
As my body adjusts to him, the initial burn fades into a pleasurable fullness, and I begin to move more confidently.
The water makes everything smoother, easier—supporting my weight so I can focus entirely on the sensations coursing through me.
Tev'ra's hands on my hips guide me into a rhythm that has both of us gasping, his bioluminescence brightening with each downward movement.
"I can feel what you feel," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "The way I stretch you, fill you... and you can feel what I feel..."
"The way I surround you," I finish, understanding perfectly through our connection. "How tight and hot I am around you. It's..."
"Overwhelming," we say together, and the shared word makes us both laugh softly, breaking some of the intensity without diminishing the pleasure.
I lean forward to rest my forehead against his, maintaining eye contact as we move together.
This close, I can see the subtle shifts in his irises—the way they lighten when I roll my hips just right, the way his pupils dilate when I clench around him.
His bioluminescence patterns across his skin in waves that match our rhythm, casting rippling blue light throughout the water and across the ceiling.
"I missed this so much," I tell him, my voice breaking on the words. "Not just the physical part. The connection. Feeling what you feel. Knowing you can feel what I feel."
"The completeness," Tev'ra agrees, one hand leaving my hip to cup my face. "Like finding the missing part of yourself."
His thumb brushes across my cheekbone, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in its wake. The gentleness of the gesture, combined with the increasingly urgent movement of our bodies, creates a contrast that makes my chest ache with emotion.
"I thought I'd never have this again," I admit, my voice barely a whisper. "When you sent me back, I thought—"
"No," Tev'ra interrupts, his arms tightening around me. "Don't think about that now. You're here. We're together. That's all that matters."
He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. The pleasure is so intense it steals my breath, my body tightening around him instinctively.
"There," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Right there. Please, don't stop."
Tev'ra maintains the perfect angle, his movements precise and controlled despite the pleasure coursing through him.
I can feel it all through our bond—his own mounting arousal, his determination to make this perfect for me, the profound joy he feels at having me in his arms again.
The feedback loop of sensation builds between us, each of us feeling the other's pleasure alongside our own, amplifying everything to almost unbearable intensity.
The water around us has begun to glow with Tev'ra's bioluminescence, particles suspended in the mineral-rich liquid capturing and reflecting his light. It's like making love inside a private galaxy, surrounded by stars that pulse in time with our movements.
"I can feel you getting close," Tev'ra says, his voice rough with desire. "Your pleasure is building like waves, cresting higher each time."
"I'm trying to hold on," I admit, my breathing ragged. "I don't want this to end."
"It won't end," he promises, his hand sliding between us to wrap around my length. "This is just the beginning, Finn. We have all the time we need now."
The dual sensation of him inside me and his hand around me, combined with the constant flow of shared pleasure through our bond, pushes me dangerously close to the edge. I can feel my control slipping, my body tightening in anticipation.
"Let go," Tev'ra urges, his own voice strained as he fights his approaching climax. "I want to feel you come apart for me. I want to feel it through our bond."
His words, spoken in that low, intense tone that always undoes me, combined with a particularly perfect thrust, finally break my restraint.
My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, starting where we're joined and radiating outward until my entire body is caught in the surge.
I cry out his name, the sound echoing off the water's surface, my vision going white at the edges with the force of my release.
Through our connection, I feel the exact moment when my pleasure triggers his—the way my orgasm cascades through the bond and ignites his own.
His bioluminescence flares almost blindingly bright as he comes deep inside me, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of it.
The water around us seems to capture his light, holding it for precious seconds before gradually fading back to its normal gentle glow.
"Finn," he gasps against my throat, his arms locked around me so tightly I can barely breathe. "My Finn."
The possessiveness in those two simple words undoes me completely. Tears spring to my eyes—not from sadness but from overwhelming relief and joy and love. After everything we've been through, all the misunderstandings and separation and longing, we're finally where we belong. Together.
We stay like that for long minutes, still joined, my legs wrapped around his waist and his arms supporting me in the water.
Our breathing gradually slows, our heartbeats finding a synchronized rhythm.
The empathic connection between us has settled to a warm, contented hum—not the desperate intensity of before, but something deeper, more permanent.
Like it's knitting us together on some fundamental level neither of us fully understands yet.
Eventually, practicality requires separation, but Tev'ra doesn't let me go far. He keeps one arm around my waist as we float together in the gently glowing water, my head resting on his shoulder, his free hand tracing idle patterns across my back.
"I've been thinking about this every night for three weeks," I tell him, my voice still rough with emotion. "Replaying our last time together over and over, wondering if I'd ever feel that connection again."
"As have I," Tev'ra admits, his fingers threading through my hair. "I would lie there, surrounded by darkness, and remember how you felt in my arms. How your pleasure flowed through our bond. How complete I felt with you."
I raise my head to look at him, studying the familiar planes of his face—the high cheekbones that catch the light of his bioluminescence, the deep golden eyes that seem to see straight through to my soul, the subtle patterns of light that pulse beneath his skin in perfect harmony with his heartbeat.
We kiss again, slower this time, the urgency replaced by something deeper and more lasting. When we finally leave the hydration pool, our skin wrinkled from extended immersion, the stars are fully visible through the transparent ceiling, casting silver light across the dwelling.
We dress in silence, occasionally reaching out to touch each other as if confirming this is real, that we're truly together again. As we prepare to return downstairs, to check on Alex and begin the process of settling into our new shared life, Tev'ra pauses at the threshold.
"Finn," he says, his expression serious despite the contentment still flowing through our bond.
"I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to help you feel comfortable here.
If the proximity to water becomes too distressing, if you need modifications to our living arrangements—anything at all—you need only ask. "
The sincerity in his voice, the depth of his concern for my comfort, makes my chest tight with emotion. This is what love looks like, I realize. Not grand gestures or dramatic declarations, but this thoughtful attention to what might cause fear or pain, and the commitment to address it.
"I'll be okay," I tell him honestly. "It might take time to get used to living surrounded by water, but..." I take his hand, feeling the familiar pulse of connection between us. "You make the scary places safe, remember?"
Tev'ra's smile is radiant, his bioluminescence brightening in response to my words. "I remember."
We make our way back downstairs, hand in hand, to begin our new life together.
Through the windows, I can see the shoreline, the gentle waves lapping at the edge of the dwelling, the alien stars reflected on the water's surface.
This strange world with its endless oceans and alien customs should terrify me.
By all rights, I should be paralyzed by anxiety, surrounded by the very element that has haunted my nightmares since childhood.
Instead, I feel something I've never experienced before—a sense of absolute rightness, of belonging exactly where I am.
"Welcome home, Finn," Tev'ra murmurs, squeezing my hand gently as we step into our shared future.
And for the first time in my life, I understand exactly what that word means.