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At last his muscular chest was revealed. I splayed my hands across the plane of etched muscle, tracing each scar and contour, the golden glow of his sigils. Tazhr’s breath grew ragged, his self-restraint fraying.

“Emma,” he ground out in warning, even as his hips canted urgently against me. “We shouldn’t...not here...”

“I don’t care,” I breathed, punctuating it with a nip at his sculpted jawline. My recklessness emboldened me. “Make me yours, Tazhr. Please.”

That was all it took to break him. With a feral snarl, he pulled my flimsy shirt open, baring me to his hungry gaze. I gasped as the cool air hit my fevered skin.

Then his hands and mouth were worshiping every newly exposed inch as I did to him moments before. We were lost to anything but raw passion and blistering need.

Right and wrong ceased to matter. There were only his powerful hands pinning me in place, his hips nestled between my eager thighs, his pulse hammering against my lips as he ground against my core, his hard length pressed against me, sending sparks even through the fabric that still separated us.

“We should leave this place,” Tazhr decided, reluctantly withdrawing from my embrace. I mourned the loss of contact. “It isn’t safe for you on the streets after curfew.”

I nodded. “I can’t go back to the compound tonight.” Uncertainty tinged my voice. Where would I go now?

Sensing my distress, Tazhr enfolded me against his chest once more. “You’ll come with me,” he soothed. “I have hidden quarters where you can stay until it’s safe.”

I stumbled down the debris-strewn passageway, but Tazhr hoisted me onto his waist and kissed me ferociously. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, feeling his thick erection against my legs, and rubbing it. All I wanted was to give him pleasure.

He parted my lips with his tongue and sucked. He explored my mouth like a conqueror, taking control. He nibbled on my lower lip and dug his fangs in just slightly, a sharp piercing sensation that quickly tingled, like candy entering my veins. I could taste blood on my tongue.

“You’re so distracting to me, Emma. We need to get downstairs before I fuck you right here on the stairwell,” he said.

We stole through the shadows, avoiding detection. Before long, we reached a nondescript hab-unit.

Tazhr keyed in a complex code and the door slid open soundlessly. He drew me inside to a small, dimly lit living space, securing the entrance behind us before tossing the tiny blaster he took from the Ewani onto a rickety table.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He gestured to a bed along one wall. “No one will find you here.”

I sank gratefully onto the mattress. My body ached, but I was too keyed up to rest. Glancing around, my curiosity got the better of me. “How did you find this place? It’s quite cozy.”

One corner of his mouth quirked up. “It’s amazing what falls through the cracks on a station this size. The previous occupants abandoned it quickly when they ran into...trouble. The space now suits my purposes nicely.”

The atmosphere between us quickened my blood and sent my pulse racing down below. At the end of the bed were leg irons, and next to the wall were ropes and manacles.

“I hope you’re not thinking of keeping me here,” I said, only half worried.

“You never know.” He came to the bed, pushing me back, kneeling over me. “But first, I want to know why you were upset before.”

“What?” my brain blanked, still dizzy from his touch. We talked about that, right?

“Back at the Fallen Star. I sent you extra credits, a gift. But you looked like I hit you.”

Oh. The lump in my stomach threatened to return. “It felt like you paid me off,” I whispered. “Like I didn’t mean anything to you. Like just another whore.”

His fingers gripped my shoulders. “Never. You’re not just another anything….” Carefully, he rained kisses down my neck, pushing aside the fabric of my shirt as he moved down my shoulder.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Worrying about you. Wanting you.”

I could only groan, swept away by his touch.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever met that does this to me. Even that taste I had of your nectar only left me hungrier.”

He leanedover me and kissed me again, his soft lips cleaving to mine, practically gulping with desire. I felt him grow even harder, his cock reaching up, and a second later, he knelt over me and tore off the rest of my clothing, hovering above me.

He licked my breasts with his long velvety tongue, dabbing my nipples, his saliva leaving tracks of pleasure across my skin.

His breath grew shallow and he tilted his head back to get a better look and massaged them with his hands.

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