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waste.
    Her fingers traced over his chest. “You really have no hair
at all.”
    They’d had that conversation once. One that had led to
dangerous ground. But he pretended it had never happened because today they
were strangers. “No need. My skin is tougher than it looks.” Most knives
couldn’t cut it. However, he was sensitive to temperature fluctuations and he
didn’t function well in the cold.
    “Mmm. Almost…rough but,” she brushed her fingers in the
opposite direction, “smooth depending on which way I run my fingers.” It was
that texture that made his skin appear almost luminescent and delicate. A trick
of the light, nothing more. Despite the tough nature of his hide he felt every
sweep of her fingertips as they slowly moved lower.
    She lowered her gaze to his cock and her fingers trailed
toward his shaft. For how long had he imagined her grasping it? But she didn’t.
Instead her fingers brushed softly over the hard length. She was killing him.
If not for the heady, lusty thoughts she was broadcasting he’d have thought it
deliberate torture.
    Causing him pain wasn’t part of her thoughts, only pleasure.
    He found his voice. “Let me undo your hair.”
    She turned around and faced the wall. Her hair was damp and
silky soft. He carefully unraveled the braid, letting it rub over his skin. He
lifted it to his face and brought it to his lips the way he’d imagined doing
all those years ago.
    “Beautiful.” He almost added, like I’ve always thought .
    “Thank you.” She turned around, her green eyes full of lust.
This time their bodies were closer. Almost touching. She tilted her chin up,
and her lips parted.
    Filid didn’t need to read her thoughts to know what she
wanted. He lowered his lips to hers, needing to taste her after all those
years. One taste wouldn’t be enough. He threaded his fingers into her hair,
feeling the caress of every strand. He shivered at the sensation. It was far
more luxurious than he’d let himself wonder.
    Her tongue darted against his lip and he opened his mouth to
her. He didn’t need to say anything and neither did she as the long-suppressed
hunger rose and consumed them. He tugged her closer with his other hand so he
could feel her pressing against his body. He was right; her skin was soft and
amazing. And every time he touched her she moaned or wriggled as if she were
far more sensitive than him.
    Silva’s enjoyment and desire washed over him. It was a
positive feedback loop. The more excited she got, the easier it was for him to
read her and the more his body responded. Her tongue darted against his.
Teasing and flicking, tasting and demanding. She moaned and her hand gripped
his shoulder harder. His tentacles wrapped around her wrist. He needed to feel
her and keep her close if only for the next few trics . She didn’t fight
them or squeak with alarm—they had freaked lovers out before who hadn’t
expected them to move quite so much.
    He picked her up and pushed her against the wall. This was
becoming a habit. Only this time, it was how it should’ve been. Her legs
wrapped around his hips so his shaft was pressed against her, then she nipped
at his lip. Her free hand cupped his jaw for a moment, then slid up to caress
his tentacles. The pleasurable sensation ran from his head to his cock.
Tentacles were exquisitely sensitive, they had to be to pick up thoughts. Then
she broke the kiss and brought one to her lips, giving it a slow lick before
gently sucking it into her mouth. He felt the sweet pull through every part of
his body. His cock throbbed wanting the same attention—or any attention.
    A groan slipped past his lips. How in the flux did she know
that trick?
     
    Filid’s rough skin woke nerve endings Silva hadn’t known
existed. His kiss, while gentle, had held all the heat she’d once seen only in
his eyes. Even if he didn’t recognize her, right here, right now, he wanted her
bad. That was enough. It had to be enough. And if she kept