Page 67 of Fire Forged

Tears burned the backs of his eyes.His nostrils flared, and a tickle scratched his throat.He’d never known his mother, and now, thanks to Britta, he had one.He glanced at Lily, truly understanding her elation.

“A responsibility I gladly accept,” Aldur said, resting his palm on Nerx’s shoulder.

Britta sliced worried glances at Nerx when he ushered her into Aldur’s old quarters.As soon as the door closed, she asked, “Did my mom say something wrong?”

“No, Britta, my Dar Eth.Ourmom was perfect.”

Chapter Eighteen

Brittcouldsweartherewere tears in Nerx’s eyes.But he didn’t give her a chance to find out why.Instead, he was undressing her faster than she dressed on chilly winter mornings.

She laughed, trying to swat his hands away.“What are you doing?”

“You have to ask?”he growled.Around him were the scattered clothes she’d been in a moment ago.Even her boots and socks were discarded.

“Maybe we should go planetside more often,” she whispered when he tapped his chest armor to release it and whip it off.Molten bronze pecs and abs to his Adonis belt glistened in the unnatural lighting.He is just so damn…lickable.

“We do not have much time.”He touched the waistband of his pants.It parted, revealing the tip of a very erect cock.

“Oh?We don’t?”She arched a brow even as she hooked a finger between the thick fabric of his pants and his stomach.He gave off so much heat, and the velvet texture of his skin invited her to stroke him all over.

Standing there naked made her feel…well, more naked.Exposed.Vulnerable.Almost shy.While she drew on the floor with her toe, she tried to hide how tingles goosebumped her skin.How her heart pounded in her ears.The way her breathing labored as if she’d run a marathon when she didn’t even run to the bathroom.

She blinked and found herself pinned to the wall.He tossed her left leg over one shoulder and thrust his face into her crotch.“Whoa.Going for the sweet spot already?”

He didn’t say anything, just ran his tongue along her sex.She gasped at the bolt of fiery need shooting outward.To hell with words.His tongue had better things to do.With each lick, swirl, lap, tension built in her core.It twanged, making demands she couldn’t focus on.His touch, his fingers digging into her hips… Then he had her right leg draping his other shoulder.Pinned to the wall, she didn’t fear falling.And if she did, she didn’t care.Not when he devoured her, drawing sweet pleasure with his mouth.

“Nerxie,” she panted.“So close.”

He growled.The vibration hit her sensitive clit, and she shattered, crying out as she spasmed and contorted.Not that he stopped licking, and it didn’t calm her when he thrust a finger into her as she came.Quite the opposite.Her nipples tightened to snapping point when another orgasm hit.She reeled, savoring the multiple explosions of joy, light, colors…

He guided her legs around his hips, then thrust into her.

Too much.Too intense.

She whimpered.

Each plunge, every withdrawal, she experienced to the minutest degree, until orgasms blurred together.She trembled in his arms, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, tears of bliss slipped free, and yet, if he stopped, she’d kill him.

She arched into him, rubbing her breasts across his chest for another frisson of delight to pool lower.Digging her nails into his shoulders, she clung to him, letting him have his way with her when there was nothing she’d rather he be doing.

He stilled, groaned, grunted, leaned back to rest his temple to hers, then sucked in a shuddering breath.“Britta,” he rasped.“My sweet, fiery Britta.”

He didn’t pull out as she expected him to.Instead, he looped an arm around her waist and crushed her to him.For a few minutes, he did nothing but hold her.

She pressed her chin to his shoulder and hugged him back while her breathing evened out.Her heart swelled, somehow hitting her tear ducts.She cleared her throat and tried to break away.No way was she going to cry without reason.

“Come,” he said, pulling out.

She shivered and slid her legs down until her toes touched the cold floor.

He didn’t tuck himself in but left his pants gaping.The sheer look of him flushed her cheeks.With his back to her, she hurried to snatch up her bra.She clipped it on then froze when he shoved a pile of clothing at her.

“What’s this?”She took it from him and widened her eyes when the texture registered.“You were serious?My own armor?”She squealed, dropping the stack to yank on the pants while her mind whispered, ‘Don’t forget about the chain.’She’d thought he’d been joking.

He watched…no, ogled her as she slipped into every piece, then she stood there, her arms extended.Without her asking, he snapped each item until he gestured at her boots.She sat to peel on her socks while he cleaned himself and dressed.Not an inch of him looked untidy.

She stamped on her boots, then faced him.“Do I get a blaster?”

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