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I lick my lips, considering my options. He doesn’t frighten me. We are both consenting adults here... I want this.

Making my decision, I squeeze my hands around his bulges, firmly. His whole body jerks as a stream of hot seed flies from him and lands all over my shirt and arms. His hips spasm as a groan is torn from him, a sound so primal that I could almost orgasm just from hearing it. There’s something so raw and gratifying about knowing your partner is enjoying themselves.

“Enough Kayla, please,” Jaraz rasps, hands reaching out and clutching at me. “I need to touch you now too.”

I fall back on the bed, a smile on my face. I’ve been so afraid of everything being taken from me without my consent, and yet right now, Jaraz and I have very much mutual power in this relationship—give and take. He’s letting me dictate just how fast we progress, even though he clearly wants to take charge. I want him to. I trust him.

I jolt when, instead of diving in—despite how starved and desperate he looks—he places a chaste kiss onto my knee. His hands stroke my legs soothingly. He’s big and strong, but a teddy bear beneath the skin.

The first touch of his lips is tender. His tongue probes my folds, catching my juices and swirling. I gasp and arch my hips, encouraging his exploration.

“Yes, like that,” I encourage him. His movements grow more confident, more determined, as my cries grow louder. Soon his arms are wrapped around my legs as he holds me in place, my legs thrown over his shoulders. He devours me. His sharp teeth nip at sensitive skin, his rough tongue expertly probing my secret places. It’s never felt this good before. I’m so close.

And then he’s sliding a thick finger inside of me. He curls it, and I shatter. It’s an out of this world experience, literally. A hoarse cry leaves my lips as my whole body lights up with pleasure, electricity shooting from head to curling toes.

And just when I think I’m coming down, he sucks on my clit. Hard. I didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm so quickly again. My thoughts disappear into darkness as the intensity overtakes me, my body alive. For one blessed moment, I can only feel.

I come to moments later, cradled in Jaraz’s arms. He looks down at me smugly, like a man who knows he just thoroughly pleased a woman. Yet it’s the hand that tenderly strokes my cheek that hits hard. The gentle affection that I find myself craving is overwhelming. It would be all too easy to fall in love with this guy, but is that even safe? I barely know him. I can’t commit my heart like that, not in this unknown universe. I can survive abduction, but I don’t think I could survive that kind of heartbreak.

“I can’t believe you did that. I haven’t showered in days!” I protest as I desperately try to blink away the hot tears that threaten.

He presses his lips against my thigh. “You smell delicious. But if bathing is a concern for you, let’s use the facilities. I happily volunteer to assist you.”

As he carries me to the alien facilities, I decide maybe being dirty isn’t so bad after all.

Chapter

Five

JARAZ

The heat of her skin sears through my clothing. I feel it to my core. I’m accustomed to standing close to others, to guarding their bodies with my own... but never before has it felt like this. Kayla’s presence is as calming as it is intoxicating.

I find myself leaning against her, brushing against her soft skin. Her gasps of delight are pure pleasure, encouraging my scandalous behavior. The sweet scent of her arousal increases between us. I can't help but wonder if she's already wet, longing for me. My member throbs as I recall the taste of her, as she squirmed beneath me, begging for more.

"Thank you for taking me on this starship," Kayla says, pausing before a window to stare out at space. She presses back against me, seeking my strength. Little does she know she has nothing to fear - I would protect her with my life.

But does she even want that? She stares at the universe as if it holds all the answers to her dreams. What can I offer her to stay with me?

I glare at my reflection in the nearly unbreakable glass. It can withstand almost any physical damage, and is perhaps even more resistant to laser fire than the ship’s hull. It’s more reliable than I am.

“You said you used to be a bodyguard?” She asks.

“Yes,” I reply. There was a time I was proud of my job, before that little incident where my Prince had to flee for his life. At least he escaped! I’m sure that had nothing to do with my elite skills... Still, I can’t help but feel like I failed him.

"I just thought it would be nice to get to know you better," Kayla says with a rueful smile, pulling away slightly. “Outside of the bedroom, that is.”

I guide her down the corridors, glaring at the gawking aliens. A thought occurs to me - is she inquiring about me for a purpose?

“I was good at my job as a guard. I will easily find work again once we are in Federation territory,” I tell her, suddenly hopeful. There is no need for her to doubt my ability to protect and provide for her if she is interested in staying with me for the long term.

"Is that where we're headed?" she asks, giving no hint of her internal thoughts.

“Volscian territory is a bit unstable right now,” I explain. I sigh and add, “especially for me.”

It’s only right that I’m completely truthful with her. After all, she already knows that I am hiding from the guards…

Kayla lays a hand on my arm, stopping me. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she says softly. "I'm just...curious to know more about you."

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