She ground herself against the thick, hard bulge in his trousers as they kissed. The heat and desire between them grew, spreading like fire through their bodies. Dariux lifted her shirt off of her and tossed it onto the console behind her, licking and sucking her full breasts and stiff nipples.

She threw her head back and moaned as he bit her nipple playfully, kneading her other breast with his hand. The slight twinge of pain enhanced the pleasure that radiated through her body as he kissed and licked her body.

Lyra climbed off his lap and stood up. He looked up at her questioningly, so she pulled him to his feet. With a salacious little smile on her lips, she pushed his trousers down around to his hips and fell to her knees before him. Lyra looked up and locked gazes with him as she swirled the tip of her tongue around the head of his stiff cock.

Dariux leaned his head back and groaned as she took the head of his prick into her mouth. Gripping the base of his dick nice and tight, she gave it a firm squeeze and began to stroke it at the same time she opened her mouth and took more of him in. She worked her head and hand in unison, jerking and sucking him off at the same time.

Dariux growled low in his throat, his eyes filled with an animalistic need. She watched him closely as she sucked his cock, enjoying every shudder that passed through his body. His hands were in her hair, pulling and tugging on it as she continued to suck him off.

"Lyra," he gasped. "Fuck yes."

She tightened her mouth and hand around his cock, even more, sucking and jerking him harder. Faster. She felt his body tensing and heard his breathing growing ragged. She knew she was bringing him to the precipice quickly and was enjoying every moment of it.

With a cry, he stepped backward, pulling his cock out of her mouth. As he stepped back though, he bumped into the chair behind him and was forced to sit down. He looked at her with an expression of utter awe.

"You're going to kill me," he croaked, his voice hoarse. "You are amazing."

"I'm not done with you yet," she purred.

"Good," he replied. "Then come here."

Lyra quickly stripped out of her shoes and pants, dropping them onto the floor at the base of the chair. She quickly straddled him again, reaching down and grabbing hold of his thick cock. She gave him a few strokes, teasing him, as she ran the tip of her tongue around her lips.

Lyra pressed his cock against the warm, wet folds of her opening, teasing her clit with the head of his dick. She shuddered and moaned softly, continuing to rub his cock on that sweet spot. She was dripping wet and waves of pleasure rippled through her fast and furious.

Raising herself up, she positioned herself with the head of Dariux's cock just inside her pussy. She stifled a cry as she lowered herself down, sliding down his hard pole inch by glorious inch. When she got to the bottom and his stiff cock was sheathed deeply inside of her, Lyra moaned softly, reveling in the sensation of him filling her up so completely.

"It's like we were made to be together," Dariux said.

"I was just thinking the same thing," she gasped.

She locked her hands behind his neck and slowly began to ride his cock. Sliding herself up and down, slowly at first, Lyra set a nice, easy rhythm. She moaned and gasped, leaning down to kiss him hard and passionately. As she impaled herself on his cock over and over, their tongues danced and swirled in her mouth.

Dariux's hands found her ass and he squeezed the taut flesh as she began to bounce herself up and down on his cock a little harder and faster. The sound of flesh cracking against flesh hit her ears a moment before she registered the sting on her ass as Dariux gave it a firm smack. The pain mixed with the pleasure making a heady combination that set her body on fire.

"More," she gasped. "Please. More."

He smacked her again. Harder this time. Lyra cried out and rode him harder, taking him deeper into her, the sharp sting of his smacks on her ass enhancing the pleasure that rocked her body.

"Fuck me, Lyra," Darius gasped. "Fuck me harder."

She dug her nails into his shoulders and he drew in a sharp breath as she moved up and down as hard and fast as she could go. He smacked her ass again and she cried out, the pleasure filling her body almost overwhelming. She plunged her body up and down on his cock, writhing on top of him, consumed by the fires of passion and desire that engulfed the both of them.

Lyra's every nerve ending felt like it was a live wire and she felt her belly tightening a split second before her orgasm came crashing down on her hard and fast. Her head fell forward onto his broad, thick chest as she sputtered and gasped, her body spasming and wracked with pleasure she'd never known before.

Dariux grunted and she felt his body stiffen beneath her. The muscles in her warm, wet pussy constricted, tightening around his hard cock and she knew that was it for him. His fingers gripped the flesh of her ass as he cried out. A moment later, she felt the rush of warmth as he filled her up with his seed.

They remained in the pilot's seat, both of them trying to learn how to breathe and speak all over again. Their bodies trembled and shuddered, each of them taking turns planting soft kisses on one another. The afterglow of the lovemaking hung as thick and heavy in the air around them as the amazing scent of their sex.

And at that moment, Lyra knew she'd never felt more alive or more whole in her life. Dariux was the piece of her heart that had been missing for so long – a piece she'd long given up on ever finding. But, he completed her in more ways than she could have ever imagined.

She sat up, a smile on her face, her heart swelling, and her eyes welling with tears. He reached up and wiped away the red tear that raced down her cheek.

"Why the tears?"

She scrubbed at her cheeks, wiping away the tears that were falling and shaking her head.

"It's silly," she said.

"I doubt that," he replied. "Tell me."

"It's that, I've never felt this whole," she said. "I've never felt this – happy."

His smile was small but genuine. "I've had the same thought a time or two, actually."

Her heart swelled to the point it felt like it might burst. "Really?"

Dariux nodded. "Really."

She laid her head on his shoulder, pressing her body against his again. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Lyra had never felt happier in her entire life.

"We're going to be on the run for the rest of our lives now," he said softly. "We can never assume the Syndicate isn't looking for us. Like you said before, they're not the forgiving type."

"I know," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But, as long as I'm with you, that's all that matters."

"And as long as I'm with you, I'll run to the end of the universe," he said.

Lyra sat up and looked into his eyes. "As long as I'm with you, I know that everything is going to be okay."

"As long as we're together, everything will be okay," he replied. "The universe is ours, Lyra."

"Well then," she said. "Let's go and take it."

"Maybe we should get dressed first."

She laughed and smacked him playfully on the chest. The happiness that filled her heart was deep and abiding – and she knew it would sustain her even in the direst and bleak of times. She knew she had a man who would care for her no matter the situation.

And in the end, she couldn't ask for anything more. She didn't want anything more.