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And itwasirrational. I would never be able to go back to ATDC. My whole life would be closed off to me, forever. I suppose I no longer cared, and that realization was washing over me in me waves: I didn't know anything else, any other way to live.
But the idea of everything ending this way - me going back into stasis, waking up in Tyrusa, being handed over to ATDC... sure, I could claim that everything that happened here had happened totally against my will. I would get sent to some kind of reeducation center, pumped full of hormone controls, and go back to living my life the way I had been before. Certain of everything.
Ugh.
Stephen's reproductive partner.
Never to feel a man inside me again.
Never to see Black again, never to see Rhys.
This final thought made something inside me switch, like the turning off of a light. All of those things - ATDC, my former life - faded away, closed inside a box. I simply didn't care about any of it.
"Tell me what to do," I whispered to Black, solemnly.
I watched my words move through him, his whole body reacting. I could actually feel the surge of blood in his veins, and the look in his eyes melted me down to a hot, liquid mess. I would do anything he asked, I realized.
"I'll do anything you ask me to," I whispered.
He pushed me against the wall and moved my hands above my head, our fingers entangled. He kissed me, his mouth moving over my lips with an unbridled passion, something different than before. I could feel his cock against my pelvis, throbbing with desire. But he wasn't out for sex; he put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes, a sound more like relief escaping his lips.
"Anything?"
I looked into his eyes.
I wondered how ATDC had ever come about in that moment: what would possess a whole civilization of people to abandonthis,the feeling of wanting someone so much it ripped a hole in your heart. Maybe because the pain of losing it was too much to endure, even if it was only an idea.
I could certainly feelthat.
I nodded. "Anything."
Black's hands slid down my arms, one hand unzipping the flight suit as he made his way down my body. He was staring into my eyes, and held me as captive as Rhys did. He pushed the material down from my shoulders, kissing the left one as he did. His lips were warm, dry, tender. They set fire to my whole body, and I moved my hands to his head.
He caught my arms. "Gotta get you outta this suit," he said, a bit of his old personality returning in the form of a smile. He scooped my robe from the floor and placed it around my shoulders, letting me wriggle my arms into the sleeves.
The suit fell to the floor, and I stepped out of it, while Black stared into my eyes, looking down only once to survey my body, his hands pulling the material around me.
But then he looked back up at me, and we both caught fire at the same time. He let go of the robe, his hands moving to his pants, eyes never leaving me. I stared back at him, the intensity of his gaze burning through me like a molten metal, destroying my will to move or do anything at all but let him have his way.
He lifted me by the hips once he was free of his clothing, and I moved my hands up his shirt, seeking out the contours of his body, which I already knew, and craved.
He entered me, one hand gripping my ass and the other reaching behind me, his forearm along my spine and his fingers in my hair, cradling my head.
It was the shortest interlude with him, but it seemed to last forever. I bit into his shoulder while he fucked me, slowly, deeply, his limbs shaking with the effort of restraining himself. I didn't eventrynot to come; I never even thought of the idea.
I didn't care in that moment. Not about anything at all. Neither did he; he thrust deep and I slid up against the compartments, his fingers gripping me fiercely to his shoulder, which I bit to contain my cries of ecstasy as he poured his come into me, wet and hot.
We remained like that for what seemed like an eternity, Black still inside me, holding me up against the compartments.
When our breathing returned to normal, he let my legs drop to the floor. He pressed his forehead to mine again, and it seemed almost as if he hadn't even fucked me, he gripped with the same possessive, needing energy as before.
He pushed my head to his shoulder, his fingers moving in my hair, tickling me sensually.
"This is what we need to do, my sweet Alena," he breathed into my ear.
And then he told me his plan, which I would need repeated to me, because my mind ceased processing, caught hopelessly on the words,mysweet Alena.Because they made my heart stop, and fall, and then soar.
"Can you do it?"
I could do anything.
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