Free No Limits by Jenna McCormick

he could do that, he had to get to know Gen’s physical form, literally from the inside out. Breathing deep, he tested her lung capacity, listened to the rhythmic lub-dubbing of her strong heartbeat.
    Shifting his weight, he stretched and rolled to his side. First he focused on large motor functions, stretching limbs and contracting the muscles in her core to sit up. He surveyed the room through her eyes. Though his emotional resonance could perceive a three-dimensional world, the vivid colors and rich textures didn’t translate the same as when he took on corporeal form. Commanding his hands to trace over the comforter, he luxuriated in the soft fabric. Her hands were beautiful, with long elegant fingers, the hands of an artist. Reaching around, he traced sensitive fingertips over the skin on her forearm. Smooth, magnificent, and utterly glorious.
    He had cohabitated his emotional resonance with willing souls more times than he could count, so being a woman was not exactly a new experience for him. But never before had he craved the emotional depth inside of one of his partners.
    Earlier, as he’d pleasured Gen’s body, uttered the words he thought she wanted to hear, he’d watched her aura grow brighter, more vibrant until it shot through with purple and gold sparks. He’d tuned in to her frequency, and as with any choice drug, it made him crave more and more until he would risk anything to be closer to its source.
    From inside her he could feel again, like a real person. Anger rose as he thought of how he’d been forced to survive, imprisoned on a whim by a greedy company eager to test the emotional controls the empaths could exert. Using them to ease the anxiety of nervous clients was just the beginning. Piecing together bits of conversations he’d heard, Rhys understood that the colony Illustra had enslaved was the tip of the iceberg. The ultimate goal was to control people in power, government officials, military leaders, all directed by caged empaths, who would feast on lust, pride, greed, and rage just to live. The humans they fed from would be imprisoned themselves, subjugated to their own overwhelming desires.
    For the sake of his people and hers, Rhys had to proceed with Gen’s seduction.
    Would she help him? She was such a startling mix of contradictions, bold and recalcitrant, passionate yet thoughtful and a little bit cagey.
    “Gen?” He spoke her name aloud, eager to get back to their play. He used her hands to cup her breasts, the tips of which were still pebbled. Lube coated her luscious sex and the insides of her thighs, evidence of her arousal.
    Marshal? What’s going on? Why can’t I see anything? The apprehensive thought resounded in her brain, and he could hear her clearly.
    “I wanted to play with you, sweetness. From deep inside you, I can better orchestrate your pleasure.” Dipping a hand down into the pocket of her robe, he fingered the rope Franco had used on her earlier. The knot was still pulled taut, and he imagined uncoiling the length and having her straddle it while he worked it over her wet folds, the friction rubbing her to climax.
    He felt a tremble of excitement, and her heartbeat kicked into high gear. Gen could still sense what he did with her hands, with her body, and he needed to explore further, deeper, for both of their sakes.
    “I don’t have enough coordination to do that to you right now, my sweet, but how about a bath?”
    He could sense her eagerness. From this close range, she could keep no secrets from him. Even an idle thought would flash from her mind to his. You promise to stop if I don’t like something you’re doing?
    “I do,” he spoke the words aloud and meant it. Because of his training, he still kept his secrets from her, specifically his true identity. Again uneasiness gripped him, but he pushed it aside and focused on maneuvering her body.
    Sliding his feet over the edge of the bed, he leaned forward slowly, so as not to overbalance. He caught