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His mind raced. He'd been so focused on keeping them safe, on getting them out of the station before they were discovered, that he hadn't allowed himself to think about what had happened in the supply closet. But now her words echoed in his mind.
She wanted him to claim her.
He couldn't believe it. He'd been trying to keep his distance, to protect himself from the pain of wanting something he couldn't have. But now, it seemed that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He couldn't let her walk away, not now. Not when he finally had a chance to make her his.
Catching her arm, he spun her around and pulled her towards him. She gasped in surprise, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. He saw the confusion in her gaze, but there was something else there too. Desire.
Without giving her a chance to protest, he leaned down and claimed her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. He poured all of his pent-up longing and frustration into it, letting her know without a doubt that she belonged to him.
She hesitated for a moment, her body stiff in his arms. But then, she relaxed and melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she returned his kiss with equal passion.
He groaned, his hands roaming over her body as he deepened the kiss. Her heart raced where she was pressed against his chest, her breath short gasps as she clung to him.
He pulled away from her, his breathing ragged as he looked down into her eyes.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "Do you understand?"
She stared up at him, her eyes wide and filled with heat and desire. Then she nodded, her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Yours," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
It was all he needed to hear and triumph rolled through him. She'd accepted his claim… he couldn't hold back any longer. He had to touch her, had to feel her skin against his more than he needed his next breath.
With a groan, he claimed her lips again, his fingers finding the zipper of her ship suit to yank it down with impatience. If it wasn't the only one she'd brought with her, he'd have torn the draanthing thing right off her.
Her moan was soft and lost under his lips as he pushed the suit off her shoulders, baring her to him. She shivered as he touched her, and he marveled at the softness of her skin. His hands were rough and calloused from his work as an engineer and, for a moment he worried about that, but then she gasped at his touch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back, and pressed herself closer to him.
Heat and need rolled through his body, his cock hard and aching as it pressed against his leathers. He was so hard he was ready to burst. She affected him so much that he felt like a youth with his first female, and he pulled back to try and gain some control.
She was so beautiful, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he stripped the rest of the ship suit from her. Her delicate little hand rested on his shoulder as he helped her step out of it, leaving her clad in just a tank top and her panties.
His breath caught as he held her hand, just looking down at her. Compared to the bulk and muscle of his Latharian warrior's frame, she was tiny. So delicate he was scared he would hurt her if he wasn't careful. But that wouldn't stop him, she was his…
Pulling her close, he slid his hand into her hair, holding her head still as he claimed her mouth again. She tasted so sweet, that he couldn't get enough of her, and the way her small hands smoothed over his chest elicited a deep growl right from his soul.
Shrugging out of his jacket without taking his lips from hers, he gave her access to his body, delighted beyond measure that she wanted to touch him. Wanted to explore him as much as he wanted to explore her.
His hands shook as he peeled the tank top from her, revealing her body to him. She bit her lip as he looked at her, her breath coming in a stuttering gasp as he pulled her closer, his free hand cupping her breast.
"You are so beautiful." He slid his thumb over her nipple. It beaded beneath his touch, her lips parting on a gasp. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her, to feel her heat surrounding him.
But first… gods, he had to taste her.
Leaning down, he kissed her again, his lips moving over hers with desperate need. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his own. Her hands moved over his chest, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as she pulled him closer.
Closer was good. He was all for closer.
He trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin as he went. She trembled beneath his touch as he reached her nipple.
He closed his lips around it and suckled, hard. Her hands drove into his hair as he ran the blade of his tongue over the tight bud. The sudden tug on his scalp sent a jolt of pleasure through him right down to his cock. He was so draanthing hard that it physically hurt, his cock throbbing, his balls tight and aching, but he couldn't bring himself to stop what he was doing. Not even to readjust himself in his pants to try to get a little relief. He'd get his relief when he buried himself balls deep inside her.
Right now, he'd found a new addiction… her.
He needed to taste her, to feel her against his tongue. Moving to her other breast, his hands slid over her hips, around to her backside to pull her up hard against him. She moaned, arching into him as his fingers dug into the soft flesh.
She was so curvy and warm, so unlike him that he wanted to devour her. To brand her soul and claim her as his own. But he couldn't do that if she wasn't ready for him. She was too small for him to just ram into her.
