Page 13 of His Fierce Fugitive

“I want more,” she says, and my cock jumps.

“More?” I choke out.

She nods. “I need you inside me, filling me up, and making me come again.”

I almost drop her in surprise, as I register what she’s asking. “Are you sure you’re okay? You are Iris Alexander, correct?”

She smirks. “Do you not want this?”

Yes, it’s definitely her. “You know I’d do anything for you, Iris.”

“I know,” she smiles. “And I want you to fuck me.”

My chest rumbles. Fuck is an English word the translator has so many meanings for. But Gwen had enlightened me on their use. And I’m positive in this context, she means what I think she means.

Fuck,indeed.

I scan the area and haul her over to a mingoa tree, pinning her up against it. Mingoa bark is soft, like feathers.

“Then I will fuck you,” I growl, crushing my mouth to hers, taking her kiss. She thrusts her hands into my hair, our tongues clashing, my cock pulsing against her hot, moist skin.

Her nails scratch my scalp and drag down the backs of my ears and I moan loud.

I’m frantic for her, wanting to be everywhere, in everything of hers.

Just as I’m about to lift her higher to fit onto my raging cock, she breaks from our kiss.

“What about birth control?” she asks.

“What about it?” I reply, my brow furrowing.

“I don’t want to get pregnant right now, Tak. And who knows what kinds of diseases we could pass between us and not even know it.”

“There’s no chance of you getting pregnant. The people of Ydris are implanted with a device that stops reproductive genes from being passed to a partner. The couple interested in pregnancy must follow certain protocols. If that is done, the implant is removed until the parents have a child.”

“Wow,” she says. “That’s so…responsible.”

He grins. “And sexually transmitted diseases were eradicated long ago with the advancement of medical knowledge.”

“I was tested right after I found out my ex-husband was fooling around, and I’ve only been with vibrators since.”

“What are those?” I ask.

“Umm…sex toys that vibrate,” she replies, and I smile.

“Well, get ready for the real thing.” I lift her up. “Right.” Then guide her down onto my aching cock. “Now,” I grunt.

We both let out a long, deep, groan.

“Soooo…much better,” she sighs, and I grip her hips.

She rocks into me, and my head flies back at her tight, wet heat.

It’s almost too much for me to bear.

“Ahh, Iris…”

“Tak,” she whispers. “I need…”

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