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“What?”she squeaked, resisted the nudge of his thumbs for a second then let him spread her legs.

He shifted back until he could nestle between her thighs, his nose an inch from her exposed sex.“Foq, Vic, your human sex is like a cucooya blossom.Petals circle a tight bud holding the tree’s water.I wonder…” Using his tongue, he parted her petals to reach the bud—as he would to a cucooya to capture a few droplets of dew.The untamed, exotic taste of her burst across his senses.“So good.”When he found the bud, he suckled.Her cries and pleas drenched his ears.She thrust her hips to meet his tongue, her breath fluttering.

In his life, few things had brought him this much joy: the summer feast after a stark winter, when he had first held his father’s sword, securing his sister’s future, and this…this female.He ached to bury himself in her, but unfamiliar with her species, he needed to explore a little more.Not willing to cease suckling, tasting her, he slid a thumb along her thigh and under, encountering the slickness of her arousal.He slipped a finger into a hole a little higher than a Qaldreth’s.

She moaned, gyrating her hips further.

Withdrawing his thumb, he extended his forefinger, testing the depth.Osnir have mercy, she was tight…too tight, perhaps?Inserting a second finger, he paused to smile.She stretched, and with the additional stimulation, was rushing toward her pleasure without him.If he judged the clamping along his fingers correctly.

Pulling away, he flipped her onto her knees and positioned his koq at her entrance.As he pushed into the silken heat, how well she squeezed him, was bliss he’d never imagined nor experienced.

“Foq, Vic, you are breathtaking.”

Chapter Fourteen

Year: 2219

Lunar Base

Viccouldn’tbreathe.Justby touching her, Drafe had roused so many emotions she couldn’t begin to identify.She ached, her skin flushed, and deep within her, something twanged, making demands she prayed he could assuage.When he buried his face between her legs, she wanted to squirm away.Nudity was one thing, but exposing her sex was new to her.

Yet, when he sucked on her, stars exploded behind her eyes, the colors awe-inspiring, the sensations ricocheting through her.This was amazing.Why had she taken so long to find out?Had it been out of principle when Sebastian Carne had implied it was her prized possession?

Writhing under Drafe’s skilled tongue, she thought this was it.Something built inside her, rising, growing, until she expected to break in two.Then he dipped a finger inside her, and new sensations assailed her.He could do anything to her now, and she would let him.

Finding her face buried in the linen, her ass in the air, wasn’t what she expected.He’d flipped her without a word of warning.Not that she minded when he pushed into her, expanding her, introducing her to an intense need, an ache so deep she whimpered his name.

“Foq, Vic, you are breathtaking.”

His sincere compliment settled on her arid heart.

Arching her back, she silently pleaded with him to hurry.Never had she felt this good.Never had she been complete, as if the connection between them had come full circle.

“Drafe, please.”

He growled and layered his chest to her back, pulling his cock out to thrust in.

Overwhelmed by a burning need, the fire in her core, and her mind bombarded with thoughts of him, she screamed into the linen to smother her cries for more.As he sucked on her ear, thrust in and out, he splayed his fingers over hers.Tingles began in the very depths of her and spiraled out and upward, until with his deep thrusts, she exploded.

Shivers assaulted her.She coiled, riding an explosion of pure pleasure.He roared, slipped an arm around her waist, and bit her shoulder, summoning another intense crescendo.He collapsed on the bed, taking her with him, yet kept her close.His labored breathing and pounding heartbeat merged with hers.

Tears pressed against her eyes.They made no sense, and still, she had chosen him.He had delivered beyond what innocent her could have imagined.Yet despite the sense of rightness, she couldn’t help but feel she had lost a part of her.Her very soul was no longer hers alone.

Feathering his lips across her ear and along her jaw, he tilted her head to snatch a kiss, grumbling as he did so.“Amazing, Vic.”

She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

“May I search for you when my mission is complete?”The sincerity in his golden-yellow eyes tore at her.He was sweet for such a warrior.

She twisted to cup his cheek, brushing her lips across his.“I would be honored.”

“Ah, Vic…” Dieter’s voice sliced through the moment.“You best hurry.Nikko just told me to fire up the engines, but I know for shit, you’re not on board.”

She stilled, groaning at her inability to see Nikko as a lying sack of shit.“I’m coming.”When she tried to wriggle free, Drafe tightened his hold around her.

“No,” he growled.

She chuckled past the darkness of goodbyes squeezing her chest.“Duty calls.”

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