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Chapter Twenty One
Adreax
When I woke next, everything was dark. I did not recognize where I was. I felt something hot pressed up against me and realized a moment later that it wasn’t something, but someone. Tayla. Her head was resting on my chest, and she was snoring softly, one of her arms draped across my bare stomach. I blinked several times, trying to clear my head and sort out how I had gotten here, wherever here was.
Carefully, I lifted my free hand and rubbed at my eyes. My side was throbbing, but the pain was less than it had been. The bandages were dry too. A lot had happened while I was out. Despite my best efforts, I still woke Tayla with my movements.
She sat up, bleary-eyed and bewildered.
“Adreax? You woke up!”
She sat up so abruptly she banged her knees against whatever I was sleeping on, and we both winced with the pain. She slowed herself down and tried again, pulling back from me slightly and straightening herself.
“You’re awake. That’s good,” she said, this time with a clinical tone of voice masking the emotions written all over her face.
“Were you worried?” I asked, a hint of a smile at the corner of my mouth.
I enjoyed seeing her this flustered. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted out her lower lip defiantly.
“Ha! Yeah, right. What reason would I have for being worried? I was just tired. I must have fallen asleep checking your wound.”
I nodded solemnly, trying not to laugh at her blustering and the way her cheeks turned such an enticing shade of pink when she was embarrassed. She turned away from me, hiding her rosy cheeks and making herself busy with the first aid kit. I sat silently, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for the sizzling static that filled the space between us to dissipate before speaking again.
“Where are we?” I asked, and finally she turned to face me again. Her face had regained its normal color and her expression had settled into something like composure.
“We made it to the shuttle and barricaded the door. Don’t you remember?”
I thought about it and then shook my head. I did not remember. In fact, the last thing I remembered was…
“You… came back for me,” I mumbled, leaning my head up just enough to look at her directly. It took a momentous effort just to raise my shoulders, but I kept myself propped up on my elbows and held her eyes, searching them for some kind of answer to the question I hadn’t asked.
She shrugged and lowered her head.
“It was the right thing to do,” she answered dismissively, and came to my side. “Now, let me check your bandage again. You lost a lot of blood, and you were pretty weak. I need to make sure it’s not going to give you any more problems.”
She helped me lower myself back down to the table and then leaned across me to unwrap the bandage. As she leaned forward, her breasts rested against my stomach and from this vantage point, I could just see the supple curve of her cleavage disappearing down into her shirt. I felt my body reacting all on its own, my cock growing hard in an instant, leaving me wishing I had kept my eyes closed. If she looked up now, she was sure to notice my arousal, and there was no way she would take it as a compliment. At least, I didn’t think so.
I hissed as she pulled the bandage away, taking bits of my skin along with it. She stood back and examined the ragged wound, shaking her head in disapproval before going to get a rag and some kind of cleaning solution. The cold liquid burned my skin, but then I felt a tingly sensation and it numbed the area as she wiped away the dried blood and applied an antiseptic cream. Then, she leaned down and began reapplying the bandage, wrapping it around my body over and over to apply pressure. Once more, her breasts pressed into me, bubbling up out of her top, and making it impossible to hold eye contact. Having her arms around me as she wrapped the bandage just added to the temptation.
I looked up at the ceiling, trying to take deep breaths and not give away my thoughts of her body. But then I realized that she had stopped moving. Her arms were still wrapped around me, and the bandage was neatly tied, but she didn’t pull away. When I looked down, she was peering up at me, her eyes wide, and before I knew what else to do, I lowered my lips to hers and put my hands on her waist to keep her right where she was.
My tongue played over hers, tasting her, and wanting so much more. She let out little sighs and gasps every time she came up for breath, but then her mouth was on mine again, and she was just as hungry for me as I was for her.
I lost all sense of time as I ran my hands over her body and listened to the way she moaned when I touched her, like nobody had ever touched her before. The atmosphere of the room had shifted, and now there was something else building between us. If I kept going, our attraction would be like a snowball rolling downhill, picking up momentum as it went. I had to stop us before we had a cataclysmic accident.
I pulled away, relishing the slight whimper that escaped her as I drew back.
“Tell me, Tayla, are you done resisting me? Are you done fighting?”
Her face hardened, but she did not pull herself from my grasp. “I don’t know, Adreax. Are you done being stubborn and foolish?” There was fire in her eyes again, and I threw my head back and laughed. It hurt to laugh this hard, my ribs reminding me of my wound, but I couldn’t help myself. From the scowl on her face, I realized that laughter was not the appropriate response to her question, but she didn’t give me a chance to gather myself. Instead, she placed her hands on my chest and shoved me back down onto the table forcefully, and then lowered her face over mine.
“Don’t make me regret this,” she growled, and then she was all over me again.
Her tongue pushed my lips open, caressing the inside of my mouth, and her fingernails dug into the flesh of my shoulders as she hovered over the narrow table where I still lay. Between my legs, my cock was standing straight, and I worried Tayla didn’t recognize what she was doing to me, but she surprised me by moving one of her hands down across my stomach, careful to avoid the bandaged area. Her hand grazed over the head of my shaft and trailed down the inside of my thigh, and it was my turn to groan with pleasure.
She shifted and I could feel her fiery breath right next to my ear as she stroked me once more with deliberate slowness.
“You can have more once you’re feeling better,” she taunted, standing up straight and taking her hands off of me.
I could see the evil smirk on her lips, and I wanted to vault off the table and take her right then and there. But she knew she had me. I could barely sit up on my own, much less catch her if she tried to get away. This was all a game to her, and I was the mouse caught in the trap this time.
