Page 67 of Alien Mercenary's Wife
The reminder of his earlier words sent desire racing through his system. He stepped back, offering his hand with a smile that probably looked predatory.
"Come on then," he said. "Class is in session."
The door to his quarters had barely sealed before she was in his arms again. This time she kissed him desperately, with fierce need that spoke of time running out. Her hands worked at his shirt, her control from the range gone, replaced by something raw.
He responded in kind, his own restraint disappearing. Soon, she'd be gone. Walking back into the hunting ground where corporate killers waited for her. The thought made his hands rougher as he lifted her against him, backing her toward the bunk.
"T'Raal," she gasped against his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her.
"I know," he growled, understanding the urgency driving them both. "I know."
He set her down beside the bunk, his hands already working at the fastenings of her clothes. She helped, pulling her shirt over her head with movements made clumsy by haste. When her skin was bare beneath his hands, he paused for just a moment to look at her.
Beautiful. Always beautiful, but now there was something desperate in her expression that made his cock harder than he'd thought possible. Fear, maybe. Or the same raw need that was clawing at him.
"Come here," he said, voice rough with want.
She moved into his arms, pressing her naked breasts against his chest with deliberate intent. The contact was electric, skin against skin, sending fire racing through him. He claimed her mouth again, the kiss hard and possessive, marking what was his before time could steal it away.
His hands explored her body urgently—the curve of her waist, the soft weight of her breasts, the line of her spine. She arched into his touch, her own hands working at his pants with practiced efficiency, freeing his cock from the confines of fabric.
When he lay her back on the bunk, she pulled him down with her, unwilling to break contact. Her legs parted, revealing the slick evidence of her arousal, and the sight made him groan with desperate need.
"Need you," she whispered, her hand wrapping around his cock and guiding him to her entrance. "Need you inside me."
He pushed forward in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. She cried out, back arching as her pussy stretched to accommodate his size. For a moment, they held still, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of being joined completely.
Then need took over.
He moved with desperate intensity, each thrust driven by the knowledge that this might be one of their last times together before she returned to Earth. She met him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to take his cock deeper, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
"Harder," she gasped, her voice breaking with need. "Fuck me harder."
He obeyed, driving into her with force that made the bunk frame creak beneath them. The pace was fierce, almost violent in its urgency. They moved together like they were fighting time itself, trying to compress a lifetime of wanting into these stolen moments.
Her pussy clenched around him with each thrust, slick walls gripping his cock like she was trying to keep him inside her forever. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
"Mine," he growled against her throat, claiming her with teeth and tongue. "Mine."
"Yes," she gasped, her body trembling beneath him. "Yours. Always yours."
When her climax hit, she screamed his name, her pussy spasming around his cock with force that made him see stars. The sensation triggered his own release, and he came with a roar that echoed off the bulkheads, filling her with his seed.
They lay tangled together afterward, breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin. The desperate edge had burned away, leaving something softer in its wake. Something that scared him with its intensity.
T'Raal shifted to his side, pulling her against him so her head rested on his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on her back, following the line of her spine where the neural stimulator hummed its quiet song.
"Soon," she said quietly, the words carrying weight beyond simple time measurement.
"Soon," he agreed, his voice rough with emotions he wasn't ready to examine.
"T'Raal..." She lifted her head to look at him, dark eyes serious. "When I go back to Earth..."
"You come back to me." The words came out harder than intended, carrying command authority and desperate need in equal measure. "Whatever happens, you come back."
She smiled, soft and genuine despite the uncertainty in her eyes. "I'll do my best."
"Not good enough." He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs stroking across her cheekbones. "Promise me."
