Page 94 of Claiming Sarah

“You can never tell where she came from,” he said, suddenly panicked. “We forged her documents—”

“I never would. I swear it,” I reassured him. I dropped my hand to touch his arm, but I didn’t need to feel him to know his whole body was tense. “Deacon, Jac saw what you did that day,” I said, seeing the shock in his eyes. “He told me everything, and you are an honorable man for making the choice that you did. I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

His eyes shut tightly. “I’m not. I’m a murderer—”

“Slaying a monster does not make you a murderer,” I said, now that I understood everything so much better now. “You’re a hero.”

He shook his head in self-recrimination. “I wish I could believe that.”

I scooted closer to him. “You’remyhero.”

He finally opened his eyes, staring into mine. “You hated me before, what—”

I pressed my fingers to his lips so I could talk. “All I want from you is the truth, and trust, Deacon. I want you to trustme to know your secrets, and to keep them safe, which I will always do. Don’t ever doubt that. And I could never hate you, companion. Not ever.”

Hope flickered across his handsome features. “You mean that?”

“I love you, Deacon,” I said, meaning every word. “I hope you can forgive me for jumping to wrong conclusions and not understanding your side of things.”

“How could you have understood? You are not a soldier—you do not know war. How it warps your sense of self…how priorities shift. I will always be conflicted about what I did, Consort.”

“I know this secret weighs on you. I need you to know that I am strong enough to handle your secrets, whatever they are,” I implored softly. “Let me be here for you, in all ways. I am your consort. I won’t break.”

He reached out and ran his fingers along my cheek. “Rex said you are not fragile—that you might even understand why I did it.”

“He’s right. I do.” I leaned over and kissed him. I was grateful that he let me. “But let me be clear—that is one of thefewthings he’s right about.”

Deacon grinned, but it quickly fell away as he grew serious once more. “There are more people that I killed in the war,” he told me. “We could come across them here. I do not know all their names, but it is possible they wish me harm.”

I grabbed his large hand in mine. “Then we will fight them together.”

“And I am sorry, too, for doubting your reasons for allowing Rex to possess you,” he said, his voice gruff with undertones of jealousy. “I do not like the thought, but I understand that you, too, had no choice. I am grateful that you are alive and well after the battle with the conduits, and as much as I hate to admit it, I have Rex to thank for that.”

“How about we leave Rex out of things,” I said, grinning as I climbed on top of Deacon, ready to move on to more pleasurable pursuits. Like make up sex.

There wasn’t much room beneath the ship for me to maneuver, but I managed. Our mouths met as he held me close. It was seconds before he hardened under me. I reached into his uniform and stroked his cock, until he was long and thick in my palm and groaning against my lips. As we kissed, the slickness between my legs grew. I jerked up my tunic and arched myself against him.

She swore beneath his breath. “The others—they could see—”

“I don’t care.” I wriggled around on top of him until the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy. I desperately needed to give him this, and take it for myself, as well.

The thrust of his hips pushed him in, even as he deviously said, “This is so wrong.”

I bit my lip and nodded, while I sank onto him, savoring the stretch of him filling me full. When he was buried to the hilt, we both gasped loudly.

“Fuck, we need to be quiet,” he said in a harsh whisper.

“Is that what you want?” I asked as I worked myself on his shaft, still amazed at how deeply I could take him now.

“No,” he said, before he rolled us onto my back. “I want you to writhe, Consort.” He plunged into me again, hitting all those sensitive spots inside of me. “And whimper and moan.”

He didn’t have much space to move and the dirt beneath me had no give, but we made it work. Deacon made little gyrating thrusts into me and each one set me alight. He growled above me, his hands pressing into the dirt. Tiny pebbles dug into my low back, as he fucked me harder.

Each scratch was proof of our love, of our fight against the odds. I wanted every one of them. The pain turned me on,tapping into the same primal part of me that responded to the rough treatment he had given me the first night at Rex’s.

It wasn’t long before the pain and the pleasure sent me over the edge, and he held his hand over my mouth as I orgasmed, so only he could hear my whimpers and moans. A moment later, he pulled out and his hot seed spurted as he came in the dirt.

He laid back and we gasped in the hot air together. He stared intently at something on the ship’s underbelly above us. “Oh shit,thereit is,” he said as he yanked an electrical cord and connected it to another by pinching them together, then soldering the wires.

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