Her eyes squeezed shut as she reached down and felt the place they were joined. Her thighs trembled, and he gripped her right leg, fingers leaving indentations on the supple flesh of her upper thigh as he hooked it higher on his waist.
"Just let me love you, sweet girl."
He pulled out, the tip threatening to slip free, before he slowly thrust back into her awaiting warmth. She trembled beneath him. Too slow, too gentle—it was what she deserved.
He couldn’t get over how quiet she was. He should’ve expected it—she had always been quiet, observing more than participating. Sex was no different, he realized. He liked it, in a way. Liked being the one to murmur praises, listen to her sighs, as if she were so blissful and trusting she couldn’t even speak, content to let him take the lead.
He tapped her thigh. "Don’t let your legs slip." Then he let her leg go, feeling how she trembled as she obeyed, thighs slipping down only momentarily before they tightened their hold around his waist. With his free hand, he reached betweenthem, feeling her clench harder and gasp, back arching as he touched that spot that made her come undone.
Feeling her walls flutter reflexively around him as she stuttered soft gasps, he was reluctant to follow. One last thrust. He ground against her as his orgasm shook through his body.
His head fell to the side of her neck, and he groaned against her. Feeling spent yet full of love.
Their breathing was still in sync, and only when it slowed did he move away from her neck and meet her eyes, the tip of his nose brushing hers.
"I love you, my V girl."
"Love you," she said dazedly, aftershocks gripping her as she fluttered satedly around his softening cock.
He made to pull out, but her thighs clenched around his waist.
"Don’t go." Her voice dipped low, hesitant.
He stopped moving, instead rolling to his side and taking her with him, still seated deep inside her as he held her tightly. "I’m not going anywhere."
He knew it was harmony that made her this way, but god, was it so bad that a part of him enjoyed it?
Her breaths evened as she fell asleep against him, uncaring that there was a mess of his come between her thighs, leaking from where he was still inside her. Lucien held her, and he didn’t fall asleep for some time, fingers carding through her white hair, her cheek against the crook of his elbow, nose against his chest.
He was scared to sleep, knowing what terrible dreams awaited him, but after some time, even he couldn’t fight it off.
Atlas steppedout of the shadows, the remnants of sex lingering in the cold room. His steps were silent, though they both slept.
The doctor twitched as he dreamed, and Atlas drifted nearer, pressing his palm over the doctor’s temples, ensuring this night, he had no dreams of what was to come.
Because this moment did not need to be tainted by the future.
Atlas’s dark eyes dropped to Vesperin’s body, pebbled with chill and uncovered as Lucien remained deep inside her, claiming her even in sleep. And in sleep, she shivered.
Atlas tutted and reached for the blanket bunched at the foot of the bed before he dragged it up over her nude body, tucking her in carefully.
6
ROGUE
Kit ran down the dark streets. He did not tire. He did not grow hungry nor thirsty.
One sharp breath in, one sharp exhale. Boots thudding against the snow-covered pavement, hopping over cracks and dips.
A roar echoed in the distance.
Without breaking pace, he reached up and activated the enhanced optics on his night vision glasses, staring out into the trees lining the lonely road between Solar City and Lunar City.
Through the trees, a Rogue ran on all fours, straight toward him. Teeth glinted. Black eyes burned green through his optics. A targeting reticle snapped into place over the Rogue.
A kill order.
Kit’s breath warmed his face beneath his mask.
