Page 13 of Gemini
“Wh-what? I…you want me to turn?” I nodded.
She blinked a couple of times, her lips parting as if ready to speak, but closed without uttering a word. The pink in her cheeks became more intense.
“No, it’s fine. I can wait, don’t worry about—”
“Turn around,” I repeated, motioning with my finger again, my voice turning softer. “Please.”
Her throat worked but she complied. The little human let out a shaky sigh as I faced the back of her head and my hand slowly slid underneath her hair. Midnight black.Like mine.Likeme.
Maybe this was meant to happen this way. We have seen from all of the humans, both on the flying station and in their base on Gemini, that they varied greatly. Skin and hair color, height, frame…The one they had selected for us had dark eyes. Darkhair. And oh, how soft it was…
Once the stone left enough foam on both my hands and her shiny hair, I dropped it on the edge of the pool to slide my fingers along the strands and massage her skull. Her head fell back with a soft sigh, allowing me to catch sight of her face from above.
Eyes closed, lashes fluttering, red lips parted. Her breasts, barely visible under the water, rising and falling in an irregular pattern.
This innocent, magnificent human female had the hands of a monster in her hair and was completely relaxed.
I pulled her hair farther back and she followed, allowing me to plunge it underwater to rinse it off.While she was immersed up to her collarbone, the water only reached my waist, allowing me a perfect upside-down view of her flushed face.
Maybe she felt my eyes on hers. Or maybe, it was that my hands had stopped moving as I admired her features, but she opened her eyes then, our gazes finding each other instantly.
“You are beautiful,” I croaked.
Of course, she did not understand. But, her deepening blush and sharp intake of air set all the filthy thoughts I had kept locked up in my mind free.
My hand tightened in her hair as I tried my best to push the depraved mental images back and she—fuckingmoaned.
Shit.
It took my brain a good minute before I let go and I stepped back.Why did she moan?Maybe I was mistaken. Maybe she had been in pain. Humans were more fragile, and…
Why is she not straightening back up?The way she is looking at me…What does it mean? And, more importantly, why is that look sending blood straight to my cock?
“I am sorry,” I muttered, my wings shaking as if trying to chase the embarrassment away.
Her brows went up, eyes widening in surprise as she straightened. The motion made the water around her ripple, and my eyes caught sight of two darker, hard-looking peaks on her breast.
Shit. Gemins females had breasts like these too. The peaks were only hard with arousal or during their heats, about one day every week. Was Wendy…
“Did you just apologize?” she asked, her back now straight and face turned to me.
“I—” My mouth closed and I struggled to swallow, forcing my gaze on hers and trying not to look down. It was pointless to explain. It would sound like nonsense to her. And what would I even say? ‘Sorry for wanting to fuck you even though we just met and you are probably still traumatized by the last few days?’
“No apologies,” Wendy said, mimicking my voice, but a soft smile stretched the corners of her lips.
Magnificent red lips.Were humans kissing with their mouths like our people did? Because I wanted—shit, no, get a fucking grip.
I scoffed, unable to not return her smile. Her eyes lit up.
We had to reach out to the human base.Fast. Once she had her translator updated and we were married, I would know. Know if she wanted me—us, like we both wanted her.
And then, I would know if her moan had been from desire or pain. If it was the first, she would find out what it meant to be the female of a Gemins’ union…
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Wendy
