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Mia sat on the loveseat with her legs curled under her. She was shocked by how soft the material felt. She could have sworn that it was seeping into her pores.
“Oh, they're fine. They’re just grumpy about not going fishing. You know how kids are.”
“I don't really,” Tharon said, crestfallen. “I don’t spend as much time with them as I’d like. I still feel like I'm fumbling with a slimy melon.”
The phrase was odd to Mia, and her translator didn’t help, but she figured there were some colloquial sayings that weren't easily translated. She leaned her head on her arms on the back of the couch longingly, studying the ridges of rosy hues that stuck out of Tharon’s tank top.
“I think you are doing exactly what needs to be done,” Mia said, speaking softly. “It's obvious they love you. They are still figuring things out, as much as you are.”
Tharon let out a long, heaving sigh. It wasn't of irritation but rather exasperation. She felt the taste of the kiss they exchanged in the kitchen.
“I appreciate your kind words, Mia,” he said, still speaking to the tall window that looked out over a sea of metallic bulbs of florets. “I really do. It's been a painful and lonely time here.” His voice was hoarse.
Mia rose from the loveseat and came around to stand near his throne. She passed the fire along the way, the flames now appearing bright frog green and majestic sea glass blue. She stood next to him, and he lifted his head instantly.
His dark eyes flickered more gold than lilac. Her heart fluttered, looking at such a handsome and powerful man wallowing in the misery of his past. She wanted to climb inside his chest and soothe him from the inside out.
"Tell me about it," she whispered. “I want to know everything.”
Tharon looked away, back out into the inky ether of the Tor’vian night.
“Why would you want to know about that? It's just a sob story. There's no reason for it."
Mia moved closer, hooking one leg over the arm of the chair. It sent a chill up her spine when he scanned her body and met her eyes once more.
“Because I want to know, Tharon. I care about you, and I care about the children. I want to know where all of this came from."
Tharon bit his lip, the flash of rogue purple returning for a moment. Mia loved being so close to him that she could smell the musk of his skin.
He returned his gaze to the window and began reciting his story like he had practiced it in his mind a thousand times.
“When you are born into a certain position, your life is laid out for you before you are even out of the womb. I am the son of two well-respected and rather ruthless commanders. They had high expectations of me and my siblings.”
He paused and swallowed. Mia put a hand on his arm and watched as goosebumps broke out. Her heart raced, her longing for that delicious taste sharpening in the pit of her gut every time he looked at her.
"Go on," she managed.
“They died when I was young. War is a constant in this galaxy. So you are taught to be cold, to be numb about it in order to survive. There are funerals, but there is no time for grief here. I only know of it since interacting with some of your kind.”
Tharon finally looked up at her, his eyes glassed over like hazy moons. Her longing had morphed into an ache, one that needed to be remedied right then and there.
“I lost my parents. I lost my wife. And then I had to just keep going. I told myself it was for the kids. But I don't know anymore, Mia. I really don't.”
Without saying another word, Mia stood directly in front of the commander. He peered up at her with wide eyes, watching closely.
“Mia, you …”
He was cut off by the sight of Mia lifting her shirt over her head to reveal her nude breasts. She had taken off her bra in preparation for bed earlier with the seed of hope that she would have the opportunity to show them off to him. She stood there while the fire flickered a magnificent shade of translucent tangerine.
“You deserve time to relax, Tharon, as much as anyone. So relax with me.”
Mia didn't wait for a response. She proceeded to climb on top of his lap, straddling his thick waist, her fiery hair whipped backward in ecstasy the moment his hands touched her flesh. He glided them up to her breasts and firmly cupped them, spinning his thumb in circles around the pink bud of her nipples.
She let out a gasp, no longer able to control herself. Her attraction to Tharon had possessed her, the electricity of their grinding bodies sending her to a place she had previously never known. Tharon moved one hand up to her throat and tilted her face down to his with a forceful tenderness.
“Gods,” he grunted. “Mia, you are incredible.”
“Thentaste me,” she demanded.
