Page 3 of Synnr's Ride

It was pleasure and torture combined. And there was more of their spark, even stronger now. It hovered over his skin and arced around him, more dangerous than before. But it felt too good to worry, this wasn't a battle, and if their play was too intense, it would only add to the pleasure.

She pulled off his cock and he tried to chase her, desperate and uncaring how it made him look. This was pleasure for both of them, and she deserved to know how she made him feel.

Anticipation made his spark even stronger. Strands of her dark hair rose up of their own accord, the electricity setting it off.

He was on the edge now, and it wouldn't take more than a breath to go tumbling over.

"Jori," she breathed out on a sigh, and looked up to meet his eyes.

Hanna.

Jori's spark flashed with one more violent bright light as he was pulled out of the dream. The nightmare.

The fantasy.

His cock was hard and aching, and it wouldn't take more than a few tugs to send him flying. Instead he curled his fingers against the edge of his bed and tried to will it away.

He wasn't some green recruit who lost it over a pretty face and wicked smile. Hanna Karsyn was an Apsyn spy, a woman in custody of the Synnr military, who'd nearly killed one of his comrades along with an innocent young woman who'd gotten mixed up in her plotting.

She wasn't someone he could afford to fantasize about.

There were millions of women in Osais.

Why was his cock so focused on this one?

His cock jerked and he groaned, a mix of pleasure and frustration.

Before Hanna Karsyn had crossed his path a month earlier, things had been simple. He found a woman, he smiled, he flirted. They went out a time or two and had their fun, and then they both walked away satisfied.

He could always find someone else.

He hadn't bothered to look since the first day he saw Hanna.

Every time they met, it was a new challenge. He'd seen her spark dancing in her eyes and knew his own spark had done the same. One day this insane obsession had driven him so hard that he'd pulled her into an interrogation room and simply looked at her for the better part of an hour.

He'd told himself then he was trying to unnerve her.

Jori didn't like to lie. But he was getting very good at lying to himself.

If he had her alone... if the place wasn't wired for observation... if he asked and she said yes.

Jori wrapped his fingers around his cock and pumped, gritting his teeth against the pleasure as if this was some kind of punishment, some kind of ritual he was inflicting on himself to prove... something.

He groaned as he came, the image of Hanna fresh in his mind.

Of course she was in his mind. She was his days and his nights. Now she even ruled his dreams.

If he wasn't careful, she would have him wrapped around her fingers.

And she wasn't even trying.

In his apartment, the sanctuary away from the blood and death and order of the military, Jori could admit the truth, if only to himself.

Hanna Karsyn wasn't trying to play him. This undeniable attraction, this force that had wrapped itself around his cock and burrowed deep into his nervous system, was something much simpler. And more sinister.

He was attracted. And because he couldn't have her, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Jori didn't normally have to face rejection.

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