I exhale slowly, tension shifting, reshaping into something that doesn’t cut quite as sharply.
He finishes his medical ministrations, the medigel quickly healing my injuries. Maybe Grolgath plasma really is better than dermal regenerators. Hrask puts his hand on my thigh, pats it, lingering just a second too long before he starts to pull back?—
I catch his wrist.
“Hrask…” I whisper, my voice husky with need.
The space between us shifts. Not as volatile, but sharper, heavier than before.
I close the distance slowly, watching him the entire time, giving him every chance to pull back—every chance to break the moment the way we both have before.
He doesn’t.
His hand comes up to my side—not probing, not assessing now, just there, steady and warm—and I lean into it instead of resisting, letting the contact anchor me.
“You don’t get to leave me,” I murmur. “Ever again,”
“I’m won’t,” he says, quieter now. “Jolie, I love you.”
Warmth blossoms in my chest like the first verdant leaves of spring.
“Good.”
“I say I love you, and you say good?” he asks, half laughing, half incredulous.
“Hey, I didn’t say bad--”
He silences me with a kiss. Not as sharp or crashing, but something that builds on itself. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in tight, my clit already tingling with anticipation. Every nerve in my body is on fire and he’s the only thing that can quench it.
“Jolie,” he murmurs against my neck. He tugs my clothing away, baring my skin inch by inch. He tests every new exposure with lips and tongue. I groan, feeling the heat building in my core. God, I want him more than I did the first time, somehow.
His mouth envelops my breast, tongue teasing my nipple with adroit strokes. He’s so huge, a mountain of a man, but I have no compunctions about surrendering my body to him. I know he’d never use such control to hurt me. I know it in my soul.
Hrask trails kisses further down, and further, sliding my panties off while his mouth is on my belly. I gasp as he shoves my thighs apart and stares at my throbbing pussy with eyes full of need.
“I must taste you,” he says in a throaty growl, shoving his face into me. I lurch upward as he explores with his mouth, his tongue. He suckles the ample juices off my labia, one at a time--and then pulls his head back, stretching my pliant flesh. It feels incredible.
His tongue laps over my swollen clitoris, and I let out a guttural groan born of delight. Hrask kneads my ass cheeks like he owns them while working me over with his mouth. It’s so maddening, yet delicious. I fly over the apex of orgasm so quickly I barely have time to suck in a ragged breath--before letting it out as a piercing scream.
The outside world presses faintly at the edges—the hunt, the war, everything waiting for us the second we step back out—but in here, for this moment, none of it gets to matter.
He lifts his face, scales glistening with my juices, and shuffles up on his knees until his cock rests against my wide open petals. I arch my back as he glides into me, filling me up with his glorious, vibrating shaft.
Every thrust, every pump of his hips, pushes me along toward release. It’s never been this good with any human man before, but I get the impression it’s not his body that pleases me.
It’s his soul. The way he looks at me like I’m a revelation. Like all of his swagger and bluster disappear and he’s left with only pure desire--and the ability to act on it.
His claws rasp against my hips, controlling me with the goal of greater pleasure. I give in to him, utterly, and give in to this feeling in my chest at last.
Golden flashes of light pulse through me as I come, harder than ever before. I writhe beneath him like a fish pulled from an icy stream, barely conscious of anything except how good it feels to be in his scaled hands.
Later, as my sweat cools, we lay together, our breathing returning ot normal. He strokes his fingers through my hair and sighs“We move soon,” he says after a while, voice low.
“Yeah,” I reply, not pulling away yet.
“Off-world.”
“Of course,” I reply, nestling against him and sighing. “And Hrask?”
