Page 79 of Warrior Rescued

Payim roared as his cock erupted, spraying her womb with his hot seed.

“Payim!” She arched against him, the added hormones making her lose her remaining sanity as supreme bliss claimed her.

The man she loved really knew how to spoil her.

FOURTEEN

HELP IS ON THE WAY

Payim quo Desero

“I love you,” he whispered to Elena, gently caressing her hair.

A smile tipped his lips at the way her eyelashes fluttered and her lips moved without sound, tickling his chest, but he happily endured it. She had to be dreaming.

His handheld pinged and he pulled his gaze from the sight of his gorgeous but exhausted mate.

Good.He nodded, relieved, as he read the message.

He kissed the top of her head then gently eased her off his chest. As he was climbing out of bed a small hand latched onto his wrist.

“Things didn’t work out so well the last time one of us left the other sleeping,” Elena said groggily.

“True.” He nodded.

“What’s up?” she asked with a yawn.

“Scala made it back.”

“Oh good,” Elena said, more alert, as she got up.

“It can wait. Scala won’t be leaving. Sleep,” he encouraged, squeezing her hand.

“You’ve been worried about your friend. I’ve slept enough.” She shook her head and scooted to the edge of the bed.

He sighed and nodded, doubting he’d convince her otherwise.

“Good. It’s decided.” Elena smiled and stood.

He grinned as she sauntered across the room gloriously naked. There was so much personality packed into such a tiny body and he loved every bit of it. His smile slipped as she bent to grab her tattered shirt.

“No. Leave it. We’ll make something else.” He waved her away from the rag and went to the replicator console.

“That thing makes more than food?” Elena’s head cocked as she joined him at the wall unit.

“It does, but it can only handle smaller requests. There’s a commissary onboard where we can create a wardrobe that will fit you better,” he explained while scrolling through the options. “Are any of these pleasing to you?”

He turned to Elena only to discover big tears welling up in her eyes.

“Anything is fine.” She put her hand to her mouth as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Elena, beautiful, what is wrong?” His brow furrowed as he swiftly scooped her up and held her against him.

“It’s just, well, you know what I’ve been wearing.” Her chin quivered.

He nodded soberly, recalling she’d been wearing clothing salvaged from the dead. Having something new undoubtedly resurrected unpleasant memories.

“And I don’t have any money,” she lamented.

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