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“Is it… did I do something wrong again?” she asked. Hopefully.
The note of desperation in her tone shamed her. Her mind began rebuilding the walls Torian had dismantled with his good looks and stern punishment. How could she have been so foolish as to think he might feel the same way about her as she did about him?
He shook his head. “That would not be a problem,” he replied. “That would be something I could easily… correct.”
Her chest felt like it was filled with spikes of ice.
“No. The problem is,” he said, then paused. “The problem is that I fear I have become… personally involved in your case.”
A swell of hope surged through her. Those words she hadn’t dared hope to hear. Personally involved? Did it mean what she thought it meant? Did he care for her even if just in some small way?
Her body started moving of its own accord, without her thoughts propelling it. Up and off the couch, crossing the room to go to him, she felt like a passenger aboard a ship. When she stopped in front of him and stared into his eyes, where now passion seemed to be burning beneath the worry, her thoughts caught up to her carnal desires.
“How is that a problem?” she whispered. It wasn’t for her, she wanted to scream.
His breathing deepened and she saw his pulse quicken in the vein in his neck. He seemed to be radiating an intense energy that washed over her in slow, seductive waves. He raised his hand and brought it down on the nape of her neck, his other wrapping around her back. Standing, he pulled her in close to his chest, tipped his head to one side, and their lips met.
Lust crackled through her as he kissed her. The hand on her neck wandered down toward the small of her back. The other fell lower, to her bottom, still sensitive from his harsh correction. When his fingers brushed against the tenderest flesh, a mewl escaped her lips. His embrace was still dominant, still controlling, but this time she felt the passion in it. She could almost feel his inhibitions as he kissed her hotter, deeper. Her skin prickled and her sex warmed.
When he pulled away from the kiss she stared at him, astonished by what he’d just done. She didn’t want to believe it had happened, in case it turned out to be just another dream.
“I have wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you,” he confessed.
With her mind reeling and her heart feeling like it had turned to mush, she reached up and touched his cheek with the tips of her fingers. It was the first time she’d laid a hand on him in their time together. The sensation of his skin warmed her, color rising to her cheeks and neck.
“I wish you hadn’t waited,” she whispered.
Torian growled as soon as she said this, and for a moment she thought she’d angered him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m… sort of new to this.” Her blush deepened at her awkward attempt at explaining her bumbling behavior.
But the change in Torian was the opposite of the one she’d seen before. Instead of getting cold, he only looked consumed by lust.
He closed his eyes, turned his head, and kissed the tips of her fingers. He drew in a breath through his nose, as if savoring her scent all over again. Quaia could sense that they had gone across an invisible line, that she had made him do it. And there was no going back.
She hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. This time it bathed her in warmth. The feeling of comfort and safety being in his arms brought was unlike anything she’d ever felt. She could almost bring herself to believe that his embrace would protect her from everything. High Mother. The clucking entourage. All the dangers of the deep dark and beyond. Suddenly returning to her old life and the Falcon was no more than a distant memory. A footnote on her journey to this moment.
Torian growled as he plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth. He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tightly. His hand wandered up from the small of her back to the front of the top she was wearing. The other one followed. His hands balled to fists as he gripped the fabric.
She gasped as he pushed her away. His hands tugged at the material covering her chest. It ripped as if it were paper thin. As he tore it open wider her breasts tumbled out. A delicious shiver of pleasure raced through her at being handled so roughly. She glanced down and saw her nipples were stiff and pointing slightly upward. It was an entirely different way of being exposed. Raw and primal instead of the clinical corrections and inspections he’d been administering thus far. She could feel his hungry energy pulsing out of him. As he drew her in closer to his body again, she felt the heft of his male organ press against her thigh.
Her hips rocked forward, her soft sex grinding against the hard warmth of his bulging cock. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he nuzzled against her neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh there. A moan escaped her. She felt his member throb between her legs.
His hands moved to her stomach. He gripped the tops of her pants. With a rough grunt he tore those, too. They split at the seam and parted, falling away from her legs and leaving her almost completely naked save for the tatters of her top. Reaching into his bottoms, he pulled out his rigid cock.
She felt her eyes go wide and her jaw fall open when she saw it in his hand. Her breath left her lungs. In another life she would have flinched and looked away from the lewd sight. Her eyes wouldn’t budge, locked on his hand wrapped firmly around his shaft.
“Oh… my… gods,” she whispered.
It was easily ten inches long. Thick as her arm and hard like granite. The taut skin glistened under the bright lights. She’d seen the occasional cock in her travels, even if she hadn’t had sex with anyone yet, and none of them compared. A frisson of fear—the perfectly physical kind—traveled through her as she contemplated it.
He gripped her wrist and drew her hand toward his appendage. He pressed her palm against it, then closed his hand around hers, wrapping her fingers around it as far as they’d go. He looked up and stared into her eyes with his dark gaze. “You have never taken a male?” he growled.
His voice had changed in tone and quality; it now seemed more feral, more alien. Stronger. The clinical control he’d exuded until then was in tatters; he now seemed more like a beast.
Still aghast, she shook her head. Her eyes darted from his to his cock. Her hand looked tiny compared to its size. She felt tiny compared to his hulking frame. But her body cajoled her to move closer to him, to squeeze him in her hand. She was rewarded with a pulse that mirrored a throb between her own legs.
He leaned in and took a deep whiff of her neck. “Virgin flesh,” he whispered. “Unbroken. I’ll proceed gently then.” Taking her by the wrist again, he drew her hand along his member.
