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Pleasure.

And she let him.

To hell with Earth’s rules.

To hell with shame.

It felt good. So impossibly good.

He knew.

She could feel it in the way he moved, the way he paused just long enough to build tension, then soothed her again. Like he could hear every nuance in her breath. Feel every change in the beat of her heart. Smell every flicker of her response.

He knew.

And when it happened, when everything inside her coiled too tight and then snapped, wave after wave crashing through her…

She simply let herself fall apart in his hands.

CHAPTER 35

She had climaxed in his arms.

The soft, stuttering sound of it still echoed in the air between them: barely audible, but seared into his awareness like a brand. Her body had gone soft against him, boneless and shivering, tension melting into warmth. Her breath was uneven. Her pulse fluttered faintly beneath his fingertips.

He hadfeltit.

All of it.

And it changed something.

Not in her—in him.

He had begun with no intent beyond curiosity. Play. A test. A little game to satisfy his own interests.

He’d observed how she’d responded to his touch back there in her quarters, when she’d railed against him, when he’d used the feeling of his hands against her skin to calm her.

It had surprised him, the way she’d leaned into warmth. The silence when he held her, the tremor of her sighs. So he had wondered…what elsemight she respond to?

If his goal was to keep her compliant, calm, and warm, then perhaps he could also teach her to associate those feelings withpleasure. A reward, not a punishment. No fear.

That had been the logic.

But logic had abandoned him somewhere between the moment she opened her legs and the moment she shattered in his arms.

Because now…

Now he was gripped by something else.

He stared down at her—this small, soft human draped in fur and heat and trembling afterglow—and he could no longer convince himself she was just a curiosity. Just a possession.

She was exquisite.

Her hair, golden and fine, splayed over his forearm like silk. Her skin, warm and flushed from sensation, glowed faintly in the low light of the cockpit. Her eyes, though closed, he could see them—those gemlike shards of blue. Clear. Unique. Mesmerising.

Her scent, too, had shifted.

Still muted through his mask, but growing stronger.

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