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Her body bucks up against mine, begging for release as we move together like two ships destined to collide under a full moonlit sky. My free hand finds its way up between us, rubbing circles on her clit through our joined flesh. She gasps into my mouth as goosebumps break out all over her skin, signaling how close she is to reaching orbit once again.
"Harder," she begs me, arching into my touch as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to this earthly plane of existence.
Her hair spills across my chest like a waterfall of blonde silk, tickling my scales as I grip it tightly in my fist and pull it backgently with each forceful stroke inside her. As our bodies move together, there's an undeniable rhythm to the way we make love.
The slap of skin on skin, the smack of lips intertwining, and the soft grunts that escape us all add to the symphony of pleasure. Her scent mingles with mine, a heady mix of arousal and desire that fills the air.
She grinds her hips against me harder, urging me on as she runs her nails down my back in a feather-light touch. My own breathing is labored now, every ounce of energy focused on giving her what she needs—what we both need.
Her breasts jiggle enticingly with each thrust, nipples standing at attention as they brush against my chest. I nip at one lightly, feeling it harden beneath my teeth before moving to the other one. She gasps softly, arching her back in response to the touch. Her fingers clutch at my hair as I continue to take her mouth in devouring kisses, never sating my hunger for her taste.
Our moans meld into one another's as we reach towards our climax. It's almost as if our bodies are working together to achieve the ultimate high—the rush of endorphins and pleasure that only comes from this joining of souls. Our skin glistens with sweat under the dim lighting of the kitchen, beads dripping onto the wooden floorboards beneath us as we shudder together in ecstasy.
CHAPTER 25
TANIA
As much as I would love to sleep in after a night like that, babies exist on their own time scale. We are nothing but indentured servants to it. That said, I’ll take being Armani’s servant over being Sathior Havani’s any day. And right now, she’s demanding our morning routine.
“Okay, I’m coming,” I mumble, carefully extricating myself from Garet’s strong arms. I could spend my whole life there, but duty calls. Still, I linger for a moment, my eyes raking over the muscular form sleeping beside me in bed.
I lift her from her makeshift crib, something I found by the side of the road and tried to restore into furniture safe for a newborn. I grab a diaper and swiftly change her before breastfeeding her. Sitting on the couch, I watch a holostream while she has her breakfast.
Garet stirs, and I hear him get out of bed. Yawning and stretching, he stands in the doorway gloriously naked and with a soft smile on his face. “Good morning.”
My eyes rake over his well toned body. “’Morning,” I reply and then nod to the food synthesizer. “You can help yourself tobreakfast. I’ll warn you that I have the cheapest possible lifetime subscription, so it’ll taste like shit, but hey, it’s something.”
His nose scrunches in disgust. “Ugh, absolutely not. I saw a bakery a block over. What do you want?” Pulling out his comms, he types in the name of the bakery.
“You don’t have to—” I begin, but he shakes his head.
“Believe me, I’d be getting something anyway. Several months of prison food put me off synthesized meals for a while. You might as well also enjoy something that tastes like real food too.” Taking a seat beside me so that I could better see the menu, he types in his order and then looks expectantly at me.
“Uh, the sweetflower buns look good. And the Arakan Tea.”
“And does Armani want anything?”
I shake my head, trying to stifle a chuckle. How much does he know about caring for an infant? “She’s a bit too young for that. I only just got her started on nutrient paste.”
“Understood.” He places the order and then tells me more about his time as a POW until the food arrives. Finally, the delivery drone knocks on the door and drops off our breakfast.
After months of nothing but disgusting synthfood, the aroma of real food fills the apartment as soon as the delivery arrives, making my mouth water. As he eats a tart of some kind, I wolf down my sweetflower buns.
“So, I was thinking,” he says when he’s finished his food. “We should pick up some real supplies for the baby.”
“I couldn’t—”
He holds up his hand. “Tania, she’s my daughter too, so please just let me help. You’ve been on your own for far too long.”
I smile sheepishly. “Thanks. And, sorry. I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful, but—"
He cuts me off with a kiss. It tastes of sugar crusted fruits and pastry shells. “It’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m going to makesure that you and Armani get everything you deserve,” he says once our lips part.
“Mmm, I’m not sure I’m convinced,” I tease.
“Would another kiss do the trick?”
“It’s worth a try.” He kisses me again, and things are about to go further when I hear a squawk from Armani.
