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Zetron’s hands came up to cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples into hard peaks. “You are exquisite,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Brooke smiled, her eyes locking with his as she moved, taking him inside her inch by agonizing inch. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, a delicious stretching that bordered on pain. She paused, allowing her body to adjust to his size, relishing the sensation of being so completely filled.

They moved together slowly, their bodies finding a gentle, intimate rhythm. Each thrust, each roll of her hips, drew a moan from Zetron’s lips, a symphony of pleasure that spurred Brooke on. She felt the tension building within her, a coiling that threatened to unravel at any moment.

Zetron’s hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and valley. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, and it wasn’t long before Brooke felt the first stirrings of her orgasm. She rode him harder, faster, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach.

“Come for me, Brooke,” Zetron urged, his voice a guttural growl. “Let me feel your pleasure.”

With a cry, Brooke obeyed, her body shattering into a thousand pieces as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Distantly, she heardZetron’s own roar of release, feeling the hot pulse of his seed deep inside her as he reached his climax.

But he wasn’t done. With a feral grin, Zetron flipped them over, pinning Brooke beneath him as he resumed his thrusts. “Again,” he demanded, his eyes blazing with primal hunger. “Ride the wave with me, Brooke.”

And she did, her body responding to his command with a second, even more powerful orgasm. Zetron followed her over the edge, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder as he came again, marking her as his own.

The pain of the bite mingled with the pleasure of her release, sending Brooke spiraling into a realm of sensation she had never before experienced. She was dimly aware of Zetron’s weight atop her, of the ragged sound of their breathing as they lay entangled in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

As their heartbeats slowed and the glow of the fire dimmed, Zetron pulled the blanket over their nude bodies, tucking Brooke against his side. She felt the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek, the soothing rhythm lulling her into a state of profound contentment.

With their legs tangled together and the warmth of their shared satisfaction enveloping them, Brooke and Zetron drifted off tosleep, the surreal nature of their union a bond that neither time nor distance could sever.

Chapter 8

Brooke

Theembersofthefire had surrendered to the night, their once vibrant glow now a mere memory, leaving the cavern in a veil of shadowy chill. Brooke stirred, the absence of Zetron’s solid form beside her seeping into her awareness. She lay still, theblanket a thin barrier against the cool cavern air, her skin pebbling not just from the cold.

“Zetron?” Her voice was a hesitant whisper, slicing through the silence with a nervous edge. No answer came, only the soft echo of her own solitude bouncing off the stone walls. She swallowed hard, the taste of uncertainty bitter on her tongue.

Had their union been nothing more than a fleeting moment of passion for him? Perhaps he had already moved on to matters of greater importance. The thought twisted in her gut, a dull ache that threatened to overshadow the warmth of their shared memories.

Brooke’s gaze drifted to the dark passageway leading out of the hidden cavern. No signs or stirrings of Zetron. She pulled the blanket tighter, the fabric rough against her sensitive skin, a stark reminder of the night’s intimacy.

“Did I let myself believe in something that was never real?” she murmured to the emptiness, her words hanging heavy in the air. She had been a soldier long enough to know the sting of abandonment, but this—this was a different kind of battlefield, one where her heart lay exposed and vulnerable.

The sound of her own heartbeat thrummed in her ears, a drumline to her growing anxiety. She forced herself to breathe deeply, tosteady the racing of her pulse. “Get a grip, Brooke,” she chastised herself softly. “You’re stronger than this.”

But the words felt hollow, her confidence shaken by the quiet of the cavern and the ghost of Zetron’s touch still lingering on her skin. She couldn’t shake the feeling of his lips on hers, the way he had moved inside her with an urgency that spoke of more than just physical need.

Brooke closed her eyes, summoning the image of Zetron’s face, the way his green eyes had gleamed with an intensity that had made her feel like the only woman in the universe. Had it all been a lie? A seduction to pass the time until he could return to his duties?

“I won’t be just another conquest,” she said firmly, the resolve in her voice echoing off the cavern walls. She was Brooke Harris, a captain, a leader, not some naive girl to be swept off her feet and then discarded at whim.

With a newfound determination, Brooke sat up, the blanket pooling around her waist. She refused to wallow in doubt and insecurity. If Zetron had left her, then she would find her own way. She had survived far worse than a night of passion followed by an empty bed.

Brooke’s fingers brushed against the fabric of her uniform laying nearby. The material was now dry, thankfully. She slipped on her bra and panties, the familiar garments a stark contrast to thealien surroundings. As she dressed, memories of Zetron’s hands exploring her body sent a phantom warmth through her that made her foolishly ache for his touch once more. She paused, her hand resting on the cool skin of her stomach, the sensation grounding her in the present.

“Focus, Brooke,” she muttered under her breath, shaking off the reverie. She pulled on her trousers, the rough fabric scratching against her skin, a reminder of the reality she faced. Her boots lay discarded by the fire pit, their leather surfaces still damp. She decided to leave them behind for now, the uneven terrain of the cave requiring sure footing.

Her eyes scanned the cavern, searching for anything that could aid her. The fire had reduced to ash, its glow a mere whisper against the encroaching darkness. She moved with purpose, her steps echoing softly in the vast space. A pile of fishing gear caught her eye—nets and spears, alien in design but familiar in function. She tested the weight of a spear in her hand, the balance satisfactory.

“Could come in handy,” she whispered, stowing it away. Her gaze landed on a collection of what appeared to be dried fruits and nuts. She tasted a small piece, the flavor earthy and sweet. “Sustenance,” she acknowledged with a nod, pocketing a handful.

Brooke’s mind raced as she considered her options. Retracing their path to the landing site was risky, but staying put was not anoption. She needed to find her crew, to ensure their safety and continue the mission. The thought of Andi and Naya, their faces etched with hope and fear, steeled her resolve.

“I need to get back to the capsule,” she said to herself, her voice steady despite the uncertainty that gnawed at her. “Find the others, regroup.

“Zetron mentioned his people would find him in the morning,” she mused, her brow furrowing in thought. “Maybe they can help, or at least point me in the right direction.”

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