Dagger
It doesn’t take us long to find Stremon’s ship. He left it close to where he found us, although I’m still not totally sure how he was able to track us through the jungle. Ezra thinks he tracked my ship and then followed our footsteps. While we were taking our time crossing the rocks over the expansive water, he somehow got ahead of us. It’s the only explanation that makes sense, and I’ll accept it.
I’m just happy he didn’t bring an army of goons with him like I expected. I’m just happy that Martin thought he could handle me on his own. Obviously, he couldn’t. I bested him, and I’ve never felt stronger, bolder, or braver.
We load the fereers onto the small ship. It’s not huge, but it’s bigger than my pod, and it’s got enough room for all of the animals, along with Ezra’s pack. There are two seats up front, but before we climb in and prepare to return to Diamond, Ezra turns to me.
He grabs me and kisses me hard. It’s not a goodbye kiss or a hello kiss or a heat-of-the-moment kiss. No, this kiss is something more. This kiss is a promise.
This kiss is the type of kiss that means we’re both going to try.
This kiss is the type of kiss that means we have a chance.
This kiss is the type of kiss that means we’re going to give this thing between us a shot.
So he kisses me and he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around Ezra as he holds me, gripping my ass. I grind against him and he groans when I do.
“Are you in a rush to get back to Diamond?” I ask. “Or do you have some time?”
“For you? I have all the time in the world, baby,” he whispers. He runs one of his hands up and down my spine, then pulls me closer to him. My breasts rub against his chest. The touch ignites a fire in me, turning me on more than I thought possible.
Then again, Ezra does seem to have that effect on me.
Ezra keeps kissing me as he carries me a short distance from the ship and lowers me to the grass. It’s soft beneath me: so soft it could be a bed. Then he keeps kissing me.
And kissing me.
And kissing me.
And kissing me.
Somehow, Ezra strips us both down so gently, so quietly, that I barely notice it. He strips us down and then he kisses me from my neck to my toes and everywhere in between.
He glides his tongue over my skin, taking care to nip gently at each of my hips. He bites me, then soothes the little pain with his tongue.
When he reaches my pussy, Ezra isn’t shy. I didn’t think he would be. Men on Mars are as different as they come, but I’ve never been with a guy who wanted to touch me there.
Not with his mouth.
Not with his tongue.
Not like this.
Ezra sweeps his tongue over my core and I shiver at the sensation. Oh, is this what I’ve been missing out on? Fuck. This is incredible. This is amazing. This is everything I need in this moment.
He is everything I need in this moment.
He licks me until I can’t handle anymore. He holds my hips firmly in place and kisses me, sucks on me, nibbles on me. He licks me over and over and over again, and then the orgasm I’ve been waiting for sweeps over me like waves rushing onto a beach.
I’m floating, flying.
I’m exploding.
I’m crying out with pleasure and then he slides inside of me, filling me. As I come down from the greatest orgasm of my life, he’s there kissing me, touching me. He’s inside of me.
“Wow,” I murmur.
“That was so fucking sexy,” he groans, sliding deeper into me. “So damn beautiful, baby. You’re incredible.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
“Incredible?”
“Baby. I like it when you call me your baby, your darling. It makes me feel like a fucking goddess,” I whisper.
He kisses me, then sweeps his tongue over my lips.
“I want you to be mine, Dagger. I need you. I can’t live without you.”
“I feel the same way,” I whisper. I shouldn’t. I know that. We both know that. We both know that an Earth girl and a Sapphiran shouldn’t be forging some sort of relationship in the jungles of the Hidden Planet, yet we are.
We’re throwing away the rules and we’re going for it.
We’re casting aside the expectations other people have set for us and we’re giving this thing a try.
And oh, we’re giving it a good, good try.
“I’m going to come, baby,” Ezra whispers. “Darling.”
“Do it,” I slide my nails down his back and grip his ass, pulling him closer to myself, pulling him deeper. “Come in me, Ezra. Fill me up.”
That’s all it takes.
He groans as he fills me, as he comes deep inside of me. He whispers my name and closes his eyes as the orgasm rushes over his body. I feel him pulsing inside of me as his body wrings the last bits of pleasure from his climax, and then Ezra kisses me again.
He kisses me over and over and over.
We’re hot and sweaty and so very tired, but he kisses me like there’s nothing more important than showing me affection right now.
I hate that I’ve been through so much this week. I hate that I’ve almost been killed, that I’ve been chased across the galaxy. I hate that I was so hungry, that I left so quickly I didn’t pack a bra. There are so many things I hate, but Ezra makes all of those feelings fade away.
He makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. He makes me feel like no matter what happens, he’s going to be by my side. He makes me think that maybe, just maybe, this thing between us could work.
He makes me believe.
He makes me hope.
He makes me fly.