He closed his eyes, as if the idea physically pained him. It would have killed me. But, yes, I would have. Better that than cage you.
I cant stay away from you, Kell. My heart wont let me.
You dont need to become 8th Wing to have me. Wherever you are, Ill find a way to you.
I want everything, she whispered. To join the fight against PRAXIS, to believe in something beyond myself. And you. I want you.
He was dark and bright as he gazed down at her. Intent. Hungry. All that I am or ever will be is yours.
Mara found herself falling back onto the bed with Kell coming down to lie partially atop her. His weight was welcome, needed. She indulged herself by running her hands all over his body. He was hers. This fighter was hers, his body and his heart. A gift shed never expected.
He used his hands, too, caressing her as if committing her to memory. His touch was possessive but tender, and as he stroked her legs, her belly, her arms, radiance filled her, the twin suns of arousal and emotion. He palmed her breasts, and she writhed at his touch, yet it wasnt enough.
Too much between us. His large hands unfastened her uniform, and he growled like a feral creature when the fabric parted, revealing that she was nude beneath her borrowed clothing.
Do something for me. He devoured her with his gaze.
Anything.
Always have underwear on beneath your uniform.
She raised her brows. I would think youd want me naked.
I do. Gods, I do. But, he added as he ran his fingertips down the shallow valley between her breasts, I could never concentrate on a mission, or anything else, knowing you were bare under your uniform. He bent his head and licked a tight circle around her nipple, causing her to shudder with need.
Dont want to distract you. She gasped, arching up.
Distract me, Mara. He licked her other nipple, then kissed his way up to her throat, his mouth hot and ravenous. Distract me for the rest of my life.
She started to pull at his clothing, but realization made her give a husky laugh. Seems we switched roles. Youre dressed like a smuggler, and Im 8th Wing.
We can be whoever we damn well want to be. He glanced down at himself. What I am for certain is filthy. Ill shower and then join you.
We can shower together. Later. First, I need you.
He wasted no more time on words, hungrily kissing her throat. She felt the sweet pain of his teeth on her neck.
You like to bite me.
I do. Its how we claim our mates on Sayén. He bit her again.
She shifted, keeping his teeth upon her, then she sunk her own teeth into his neck. He growled. A deep, resounding joy thrilled her as they claimed each other.
I love you, Kell. She released him, feeling primitive satisfaction to see the marks she left upon his flesh. And satisfaction to know that he marked her, as well.
I love you, me luna . He brushed kisses across her cheeks, her lips, kisses she met with her own.
I want to fight beside you during the day, and make love to you all night.
My wants are the same as yours, she whispered, though I wouldnt mind making love all day too.
He smiled. Just this once, Ill obey your orders.
Mara fought to reclaim some of her imperial demeanor, though it was a struggle when his hands and mouth worked magic. Only this once?
Other times too. But not always. I am a commander, after all.
Thank the gods for that.
Before he lowered his head to take her mouth, he glanced around his quarters. This place never felt like mine before. I slept here, ate here sometimes, but it was just a room, nothing else. He gazed back down at her. Youve made it into a home. My home.
They stopped speaking then. He peeled off the rest of her uniform, and she removed his smugglers clothes. Then they were both naked, their limbs intertwined, bound together by a force greater than gravity.
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