I slide slowliy inside of her, gasping at how good it feels, how right and natural. Her pussy spams as if trying to draw me in even deeper. I take her lips as I enter her fully. She moans into my mouth. I release her wrists and we roll about in a sea of molten embrace and volcanic kisses.
Worried that the sharp desert stones might pierce her lovelyi skin, I roll over until she’s on top. My hands slide up her sides and knead her soft breasts, claws tweaking her nipples much to her delight. Her face is crossed with a look of pleasure tempered by desire for more.
Our bodies move together, her hiups swirling like the sea at storm. I sit up until I can embrace her, my cock nestling deeper inside. I bury my face between her breasts, lips and tongue teasing and suckling.
“Oh god, oh god,” she groans. “I’m going to--going to--”
“Cum for me, my sweet,” I gasp through gritted teeth.
She throws her head back and her raw scream tears across the desert. A scream born neither of pain nor fear, but sheer ecstasy.
Every shift of contact sparks, every breath drags, every second stretches tighter as the world presses in at the edges, reminding me exactly where we are—and how little time we might actually have.
I keep thrusting, long, full strokes, struggling not to release. I stand up, her body soft and wonderful against me. Her legs wrap around my body and we come together, our mutual cries of passion joining the cacophony of night insects and the ever blowing wind.
“Jolie,” I gasp, strokign my palm down the back of her head. “My Jolie…”
“Yes, Hrask,” she pants, head buried in my neck. “Yes, I’m yours.”
I lower her slowly, deliberately, making sure she’s steady before I let go, my hands lingering just long enough to feel her shift back onto her own footing.
“You good enough to move?” I ask.
She huffs out a breath, something like a tired, half-wild laugh slipping through as she straightens.
“Define good,” she says. “My ribs only ache a little, but now my legs are like rubber. Not that I'm complaining.”
I grin, and we kiss once more, a long, lingering moment where everything vanishes but the two of us. It doesn't last, but for those brief moments I think I can see paradise.
“We need to go,” she says.
“I know.” I shake my head once, adjusting my grip on my weapon as I turn toward the edge of the basin. “Stay close.”
“Not going anywhere,” she shoots back.
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CHAPTER 27
JOLIE
The desert doesn’t feel the same once we start moving together.
It still burns, still presses heat into every inch of exposed skin, still drags dry air down my throat until it stings with every breath, but something in the way I move through it shifts the second Hrask falls into step beside me. The wind scrapes across the terrain in uneven gusts, carrying sand that stings against my face and settles into my clothes, and the horizon still warps in that same relentless shimmer, but I’m not tracking all of it alone anymore.
“You’re limping,” he says without looking at me, his voice low but direct as he adjusts his pace to match mine.
“I’m walking,” I shoot back, shifting my weight deliberately so the hitch in my step doesn’t look as bad as it feels. “There’s a difference.”
“Yeah,” he mutters, scanning the ground ahead instead of me. “One of those ends with you hitting the ground if you push it too far.”
“I’ve got it,” I say, even as my ribs tighten with each breath, the pain sharp and insistent every time I move wrong.
“Mm-hm,” he replies, the sound carrying just enough skepticism to make me grit my teeth.
We move in a staggered line instead of side by side, him slightly ahead and to the right, me trailing just enough to keep his movements in view without stepping directly into his path. It’s not something we talk about, not something we agree on out loud, but it happens anyway, instinct sliding into place like we’ve done this before.
“You’re drifting,” he says after a few minutes, his tone sharper now.
