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With an urgency that bordered on desperation, they fumbled with the remaining barriers of clothing. Arccoo’s hands, those same hands that had so skillfully navigated the starship through nebulas and asteroid fields, now worked with equal proficiency to rid them of any confines.

His fingers danced along her skin, deftly releasing her from the constraints of her undergarments. Her breasts spilled free, and he lowered his head, taking a peaked nipple into his mouth. Carmen arched her back, offering herself to the warmth of his tongue, the cool air of the cabin forgotten against the heat of his breath.

Simultaneously, she reached for him. Her hands found the band of his pants and made quick work of the closure. The fabric slid away, and his solid cock stood proud and insistent. Carmen mirrored his earlier attentions, her mouth descending upon him with a fervor that spoke of long-denied cravings. Her lipsenveloped him, and Arccoo’s hand found purchase in her hair, a silent plea mingled with a groan of profound relief.

The sounds of their mutual exploration, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath and muted sighs, filled the quiet ship. They moved together in a dance as old as time. Each caress, each kiss, was an affirmation.

A crescendo continued building as Arccoo positioned himself at the slickness of her folds. She felt him there, the heat of him and the pulsing promise of what was to come.

The cold glass of the viewport was juxtaposed against the warmth radiating from their bodies. As Arccoo aligned himself with her, Carmen pressed her forehead against the transparent barrier. It almost seemed as if she could reach out and scatter the stars like a deck of cosmic cards, each one fluttering away to the rhythm of their impending connection.

Arccoo’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of Carmen’s hips, anchoring her to this moment between them as he thrust forward. Each movement was a homecoming, a reclamation of intimacy that had been abandoned by time and distance. The warmth that enveloped him was familiar yet newly invigorating, stirring a hunger that had brewed in his core through the silence of space.

Their rhythm was a dance of primal instinct and long-suppressed yearning. Every thrust was met with an eager tilt of Carmen’s hips. She clung to the sensation, the filling and unfurling within her heralding an impending crescendo. Thefabric of her existence seemed woven from the threads of this shared urgency, this quickening pulse that drove them toward mutual release.

The ship hummed around them, a silent accomplice to their union as they chased their shared peak. With each breathless collision, the walls of her pussy tightened around him.

And then, as Arccoo pushed deeper, a rush of overwhelming connection surged through her. Carmen’s body clenched tightly around the head of his cock, a vise of pleasure that drew out the raw essence of their bond. It was the pull of a gravitational force, a fusion of passion that set off her own shattering orgasm.

She could tell when he followed her over the edge. He spilled into her with a groan that echoed the stars’ silent songs.

Chapter 20

Carmen

There was a knock at the door of Sofia and Elena’s private chambers. “Don’t let him see!” Carmen yelled as Elena helped tie the lace corset of her wedding dress tightly enough to highlight her figure without restricting her breathing or movement. Her sisters had, of course, been chosen as her handmaidens, the Thryal equivalent to maids of honor.

Sofia grinned and patted her shoulder. “I got him.” Although the wedding was more Thryal than human, Carmen insisted on adhering to a few traditions. She wore something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue, and she refused to allow Arccoo to see her in her dress.

They’d had enough bad luck thrown their way already. It was better not to tempt fate further.

Sofia returned a minute later with a smile spread across her cheeks. She held up a box. “He wanted to give you this. Said it was a special delivery from Earth, and he wanted you to open it as soon as you got it.”

Carmen furrowed her brows. What could he have picked up from Earth? Elena and Sofia were smiling knowingly at one another, meaning they had likely conspired with him to get whatever this was.

She opened the box and gasped. Her mother’s wedding veil sat on top of relics from her parents’ wedding. It was embroidered with brightly colored flowers that perfectly complemented the shimmering gown she wore. Underneath sat a set of earrings, a necklace, andEl Lazo, a silk lasso that had been used to bind her mother and father in matrimony so many years ago.

Her eyes welled with tears, and she looked up, fanning herself to keep them from falling and ruining her makeup. Giggling and sniffling, she gestured for her sisters to come to her. They embraced.

“How did you find this stuff?” she asked.

Elena stepped back with a grin. “Do you remember when I went off-world on a secret intelligence gathering mission? Arccoo and Sofia had the idea that we incorporate some of our family into the ceremony. It took him and me months to get the king’s permission, but he finally relented enough for me to go with a small group to Earth to pick up some of our things, settle our affairs, and make sure our grandparents didn’t have other powerful relics floating around. I found this stuff with the rest of our parents’ things.”

Carmen had been so distracted by the last-minute details of the wedding planning that it barely registered that her sister went off-world. As soon as she’d been assured that Elena would be perfectly safe on the mission, her focus returned to the endless list of things to do before their wedding.

She threw her arms around her sisters again. “Thank you for this. I love you both so much.” This time, she let the tears fall freely.

“You have no idea how happy we are for you, Carmen,” Sofia said. “You deserve this. Every bit of it. Mom and Dad would be so proud.”

“Guys, I’m going to ruin my makeup,” she complained without any real heat to it. She could fix it later.

Elena flashed a watery smile and offered her a tissue. “Here.”

She dabbed at her eyes and then checked the mirror. Apparently, she didn’t need to fix anything. There wasn’t a smudge on her makeup.

Elena put on their mother’s necklace while Carmen did her own earrings. Then Sofia helped her with the veil. For a moment, she just stood in the mirror and stared at herself, flanked by her two wonderful sisters.

Though the idea of being a princess was always a fantasy, she knew none of the royalty in the fairytale books and movies looked like her. She’d resigned herself to always looking more like the maid or the chubby best friend in those stories than the heroine.

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