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“It will be as you command, Sir.”

Nadira couldn’t stop herself. Her hands rested lightly on his chest before she realized she’d moved them. Her palms burned where they touched him and she could feel the ridges and valleys of his muscular frame. His chest moved in and out deeply and rapidly with his breathing and desire sparkled in his eyes.

“I understand what you tried to tell me when I first came aboard. What I don’t understand is why it mattered to you that I make a conscious decision to come to you.”

“I want no regrets, Nadira, and I don’t believe in taking advantage of a woman for sex. But you --” He brought a hand to her face to stroke her cheek and chin. “-- I knew from the moment I saw you I wanted you. Now I’m beginning to think I’ll do anything I have to in order to keep you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Goddess, the man knew the way through a woman’s defenses. Especially ones as flimsy as hers. “Then why have things been so awful between us? I thought you might hate me and I didn’t know why.”

He smiled then and pulled her to him in a tender embrace. “It is difficult to keep a civil tongue when one is sexually frustrated beyond belief and the object of that frustration lies only a few feet away each night.”

“You could have given me the separate living space you said I’d have that first day.”

“And give someone else the privilege of joining you there? I think not.” He held her to him tightly, sending a thrill through her that was almost overwhelming. “Besides, there’s no one on this ship who would be as gentle with you as me.”

Nadira snorted. “Forgive me, but you aren’t the first person I think of when I picture a tender lover. You’re more the type to swoop down and conquer.”

“You don’t think I can be gentle?”

“I think -- oh!” She cried out in surprise when he scooped her up and threw her onto his bed, following her down to cover her body with his. He lay sprawled out between her legs and rested his weight on his forearms. Nadira’s breath came in little gasps of excitement. This was it. This was really it.

“I can be gentle.” He lowered his head to hers and whispered once more, “I can be gentle.” And he kissed her.

Chapter Seven

Mikiel had never felt such a tremendous sense of relief in all his life. She was finally his. He might have made the first move, but she had made the decisions she needed to make. Yes, he had kept her in his chambers when he should have given her solitude, but he just hadn’t been able to let her out of his sight. He’d had a need to keep her as close as he could. There was something about her that called to something inside him and he couldn’t fight it anymore. A hardass he might be, but he was putty in her hands. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Right now, all he felt was an overwhelming need to be inside her, to fill her with his cock and his seed. To claim her as his. She was right. He wasn’t a gentle lover, and he was very much afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself this time. The woman beneath him was lush, full-figured. Just looking at her enticed him. She was unlike any other woman he had ever known. He had always held himself back for fear of hurting the delicately built women he usually bedded. With Nadira, he knew already from their previous encounter she was as aggressive as he was, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t be impressed by a gentle lover any more than he was.

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her more firmly, her hands pulling at his clothing. Their kiss was an explosion of pent up lust. There was nothing as important at that moment as getting their clothes off and joining to their mutual satisfaction.

Mikiel wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he got his uniform off and simply ripped Nadira’s from her body. Her wide, lust filled eyes told him he’d shocked her, but she approved. Greatly. He knew he needed to take his time, he knew he had to be as careful as he could so as not to hurt her, but all he could do was reach between them with one trembling hand to ensure she was slick with readiness before guiding his cock to her entrance. With one mighty thrust, he pushed past her barrier. They both cried out. He in ecstasy, she in a combination of pleasure and pain. He did pause then, needing to make sure she was OK.

“Nadira?” To her, it sounded like Mikiel’s voice was coming from the other end of a dimensional gateway. Her ears rang and she was light-headed -- probably from hyperventilating -- and she couldn’t decide if the sensations coming from her cunt were the ultimate in painful pleasure or just plain painful. She burned and felt full to bursting, but she also had an almost overwhelming need to make him do it all over again. Her pussy tingled and throbbed where they were joined. Her clit was in firm contact with his body and she was stimulated beyond anything she’d ever dreamed of every time either of them moved.

“Don’t stop.” She forced the words out as best she could, but they sounded hoarse and raw, far from the commanding tone she would have preferred. She used her legs to pull him into her again when he retreated.

After a few strokes, he finally began a fierce, almost violent rhythm. He grunted with each powerful surge forward and their bodies slapped together loudly. Satisfied he wouldn’t stop, Nadira spread her legs wide, allowing him to drive just a little bit deeper. She pulled her knees as close to her shoulders as she could and forced them open as wide as she could possibly manage. The new sensations blew her mind. Never had she imagined anything could strip away all self-control and make her crave the harsh, raw fucking Mikiel was introducing her to. She had to have more.

Mikiel covered her body with his, only the retreat of his hips and her spread legs separating their bodies. His forehead rested on the bed beside her head, supporting some of his weight, his breathing harsh in her ear. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, holding her to him as if afraid she’d try to flee. Nadira knew how he felt. She had the same fear, afraid he’d push away from her and leave her in this awful state of needful lust.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he growled, his own need abundantly clear in the husky timbre of his voice. At least she wasn’t alone in that area.

“Goddess, yes!”

“You love being fucked by me. Say it!”

“Yes! Fuck me! Goddess, please! Fuck me harder! Now!”

And he did. Unbelievably, harder and deeper than before. Nadira wrapped her legs around him once again and lifted herself to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her head thrashed from side to side as the pleasure built and built and threatened to overwhelm her. Just as her orgasm began to wash over her, her lips accidentally collided with his neck. She didn’t know why she did it, but she latched on to his flesh and bit down as she came. Hard. On both counts.

Mikiel was so surprised by Nadira’s unexpected and aggressive bite that he lost what was left of his control. When her pussy contracted around his cock, his seed spurted so explosively from him he wondered if he might have actually blown the head off of his dick. It was so violent, a heady combination of pleasure and pain. Never in all his adult years had he had such a ferocious, complete orgasm. Never had he held a woman so tightly, or wanted to continue holding her to prevent her from leaving him and denying him such astounding pleasure whenever he chose. But he found that, deep in his mind and heart, he had a driving need to see she was pleased, too. He would have delayed his own release indefinitely, no matter the pain to himself, if it meant she would find even one more ounce of pleasure. He didn’t know why. Only that it was so.

Still clutching Nadira, he tried desperately to catch his breath. In a few short minutes, his life had changed completely. Utterly. Keeping his distance from her both physically and emotionally would be next to impossible now. With her on his ship, there was absolutely no way he could pretend none of this had happened. And he wouldn’t try. It might take everything in him; he might eventually lose himself in her. It was totally opposite from the way he was as commander of theSword Breaker, but he would make sure everyone on this ship and every other they encountered knew she was off limits.

The Black Star Princess belonged to him.

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