I watch with bated breath as Davor slips his armor on. I know that he has to go. I know he’s a warrior at heart. And yet, I don’t want him to leave.

I don’t want to lose him.

Not after what we shared. Not after the magical night we spent together.

I’ve never been so vulnerable, and so… accepted, at the same time. With every kiss he made me feel like I’m perfect just the way I am.

I’ve always felt like I had to do more, take on more tasks, strive to be a better version of myself in each and every moment… but not with Davor.

With him, I can just be me.

I can enjoy the moment.

And we can enjoy each other, body and soul.

And I enjoy his body a whole lot, I admit. His is to die for, and his touch is magnificent. Nothing I’ve ever experienced compares to him. It’s like he has the star charts to my core. He knows me better than I know myself.

And right now my stomach is filled with a dark pit of despair because I just can’t stand watching him go.

He senses my doubts and looks up at me. We’re so connected that I barely need to speak.

“This is what I do,” he says, frowning. It only makes him sexier. “I protect. I defend. I must go.”

“I know,” I mutter as I glance away. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

He crosses the room and lifts my chin. “You are fated, you and I,” he says. “There is more to our story than this flimsy threat from SINTRA. We have them outnumbered and outgunned — they will run with their tail between their legs. No one can challenge the Zorans!”

“I want to believe you,” I say, “And I’m not doubting you, but they don’t play fair. I’m worried. And nothing you can say will change that. I don’t want anyone to die for me. First Garna, now New Exon… all this suffering, and it is all because of me. I shouldn’t even be here. I shouldn’t be putting you in danger.”

“That’s on them,” he stresses. “It’s all on them. None of this is your fault. Don’t let that thought enter your mind, not even for a moment.”

He kisses me passionately for emphasis, and I allow myself to melt into him. His strong arms envelop me as he lifts me right off my feet.

“Can’t you stay?” I say between kisses, my hand resting on his cheek. “Stay with me?”

“I can not,” he says as his hands slide up my dress. It sends a thrill right down my spine. My skin prickles with heat as I feel his hard bulge pressing between my legs — not even his armor can contain that.

My body is burning with lust. Perhaps it is because of the danger we’re in, or because I’m afraid this’ll be the last time I see him, or because every time he frowns I’m weak the knees, but in this moment I want nothing more for him to be inside of me.

His hand find my wetness easily, and the moment his fingertips brush against my clit I throw my head back and gasp.

“Oh god,” I pant. He shuts me up with a kiss, pinning my back against the wall as his fingers work their magic. He’s holding me up with one hand alone, the other bringing me higher and higher.

I try to find the straps on his armor to unfasten them, but he’s having none of it.

“Cum for me,” he growls into my ear as his teeth nick my neck.

“I want to feel you,” I pant, as my hands wander across his sculpted abs.

“There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I want to pleasure you.”

With that he plunges two fingers inside of my dripping wet pussy, and I’m crawling up the walls, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I don’t how he does it, but he knows me. He knows just what to do, what to say, where to touch me to get my toes curling and my blood racing.

“Oh fuck,” I curse as he fingers me. “I think I’m going to…”

“Yes,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. To my surprise, he suddenly drops down to his knees, and replaces his fingers with his hungry mouth. I’m resting on his powerful shoulders as he straight up devours me, his tongue licking my aching clit with a frenzy.

My vision turns to stars and my moans to screams as my orgasm races towards me with breakneck speed.

I surrender completely, my entire body shivering and shaking as he makes me come so easily.

I want more, but there is no time. The enemy doesn’t wait. I rest my back against the wall, my legs still trembling as he fastens his armor.

“It doesn’t feel fair,” I say. “I want you to come as well.”

He chuckles and kisses me.

“You can make it up to me when I’m back, okay?”

“That’s a promise,” I say, resting my forehead against his. “You have to come back now. You promised.”

“I promise,” he says.

And then, he’s gone.