Page 57 of Secrecy

Morgan pulled me into the med bay, the sterile white surfaces a stark contrast to the glossy black of the rest of the ship. She hopped up onto the examination platform, and before I could think about what we were doing, she fisted the front of my uniform and pulled me into another kiss.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, eliminating any space between us. I could taste the wine on her lips and feel the rapid beat of her heart where my chest pressed against hers.

I'd spent my life in control of every part of myself. It was what made me an effective Shadow. But now, with Morgan's hands sliding beneath my uniform, with her lips tracing a pathalong my jaw, that control was slipping through my fingers like Hullurian sand. And for once, I didn't try to rein it back in.

Instead, I let my hands slide up her sides, feeling the warmth of her body through the fabric of her uniform. I let myself get lost in the sweet scent of her and in the small sounds she made when my hands raked through her loose hair.

I broke our kiss, panting as I pulled back enough to see her face. “Are you sure, Morgan?” Years of training made it impossible for me to proceed without explicit confirmation, even now.

Morgan's eyes were dark with desire. "I'm sure, Tiv. For once in my life, I'm not overthinking this." She tugged me closer again. "Are you sure?”

I answered by capturing her lips with mine and giving myself completely to the moment. As Morgan's hands began deftly unfastening my uniform, I found myself thinking that surrendering might be the most freedom I'd ever known.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

Morgan

My entire life had been defined by careful calculation. Strategic thinking. Risk assessment. Even as a child, I'd never leapt without looking, never chosen impulse over intellect. It had kept me alive, had propelled me to the top of my class at the Academy, had made me an exceptional Assassin.

But here, in the sterile confines of the med bay, with fire licking across my skin, calculation seemed irrelevant. For once, I just wanted to feel.

His hands moved with surprising gentleness for someone so strong, fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, the line of my throat, as if memorizing every detail. I found myself wondering if he approached everything with such focused attention.

“You're thinking too much," he murmured against my ear, his voice low and rough in a way that sent shivers racing down my spine.

I laughed softly. "How can you tell?"

He pulled back just enough to look at me. "You think loudly.”

I laughed at this, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Old habits.” I reached for the fastening of his uniform, my fingers unusually clumsy.

His own hands found the clasps of my uniform with ease. "I'm willing to cast aside old habits if you are."

The weight of our situation should have crushed the moment. Instead, it intensified everything. Each touch felt more significant, each kiss more urgent. Without the promise of tomorrow, all we had was this moment.

As layers of fabric fell away, a shiver passed through me. Tivek's skin was warmer than mine, almost feverish to the touch, and I instinctively pressed closer, seeking that heat.

He kissed his way down my neck, cupping first one breast and then the other, lifting them to his mouth and suckling the hard peaks until I arched my back and moaned. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he continued his trail of kisses down my belly until he parted my knees and buried his head between my thighs.

The past version of me might have stopped him, but instead I ran my hands through his short hair, fisting it and guiding his mouth to the perfect spot. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, I gave myself over to the sensations of his hot mouth and flicking tongue, my sighs and gasps louder and more eager.

When he slipped a finger inside me, I cried out. When my body started to shake in response to the deft swirling of his tongue,I clamped my legs around his head and rode his mouth to my release.

“Fuck me,” I sighed as my legs sagged.

Tivek straightened, sliding my legs off his shoulders and grinning at me. “I would hate to disobey a direct order.”

I laughed at this, but my laughter became a slack-jawed gaze as I saw his cock jutting from his body, long and thick. Veins ran along the side to the darker crown that was already slick.

Without warning, Tivek lifted me from the metal examination table, his strength making it seem effortless. Holding my ass in his hands he lowered me onto his cock in a single, smooth stroke.

I clutched his shoulders for balance as he moved me up and down, completely in control. But I didn’t feel even remotely like I’d surrendered. I felt powerful. The hungry look in his eyes was a kind of power I'd never wielded before.

“You’re so tight, so perfect,” he said through gritted teeth.

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