Roark
The low hum of the flyer’s engines coupled with the occasional soft beeps made my eyes grow heavy. Lara was already in bed, and I longed to join her. But duty called.
Zorvak sat beside me, looking over the holographic star maps. Worry was his constant companion. I couldn’t blame him. Out here, away from Ulaya, we were prime targets. It was just the two of us with our bond mates, even if Lara did not know this yet.
Zorvak tapped a button, and the star map disappeared. “You go get some sleep, my friend. I will keep watch.” He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms.
“Are you sure?”
A smile tipped his lips upward. “Absolutely. If I need anything, I will let you know.”
“Thank you.” I pushed up from the chair and headed down the corridor. Quietly, I let myself in. I didn’t want to wake Lara if she was asleep.
I took off one boot, and then the other, before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor. I shoved down my pants, letting them pool around my ankles, then kicked them to the side. Now naked, I slipped into bed.
Not wanting to be presumptive, I had thought briefly about keeping some clothes on, but I could never get comfortable wearing them to sleep. Did Humans feel the same?
Are you asleep?
No. I dozed a little, but I was trying to wait up for you.
She rolled onto her side and faced me. “I don’t know what to do.” It wasn’t a question, more like a puzzle.
“Why is that?”
“I really like you, Roark. But every man in my life has always disappointed me.”
A low growl boiled up from my throat. “You will not speak of other males.”
She grinned. “Are you jealous?”
“Yes.”
“That actually makes me feel better.”
“You like that I am jealous?”
“At least I know you care.” And then she scooted forward and pressed her lips to mine.
My cock hardened into a painful state. Without thought, only instinct, I cupped her cheeks and deepened the kiss, carefully maneuvering my body on top of hers. Her lips were soft and tasted of mint as they moved with mine. I felt her desire mingle with my own and knew she wanted me—this—as much as I did, even if she still guarded her heart.
Her body felt soft, pliable underneath my own; I wanted to plow into her, thrust deep and hard to relieve the painful erection. But I knew I needed to treat her with tenderness and love.
Continuing to kiss her soft lips, my hand caressed her shoulder, down the side of her breast to her waist. She tilted her head back, giving my lips access to lightly graze her neck as my hand moved further down to her hip.
Roark, she moaned, her body writhing underneath mine.
Caressing down to her upper thigh, I hooked my hand underneath her knee and hiked her leg, spreading her wider.
Her hands dug into my back, hips arched as if seeking pleasure.
Tell me that you want this. I pressed light kisses along her jaw, over to her earlobe.
I want this.
I rubbed my finger across her slit, finding it dripping wet. Aligning my hips, slowly, I pressed forward, giving her time to adjust, until I completely filled her.
Move! she demanded.
Starting with a slow rhythm, I picked up speed. She felt so soft, so good as her slick channel molded against me. Lara was made for me.
I opened my senses, wanting our energies to meld, but she remained guarded, almost closed off. I knew we needed more trust, more time to get to know each other, so for now I would just enjoy her body.
I tried to hold back, but she felt so amazing. I spilled my seed inside her delicate body.
Please don’t stop! she almost begged.
I didn’t. I would cherish her all night, if that was what she wanted.