Page 61 of Guardian's Soul

I snickered when we returned to our quarters, where he took me to the cleansing unit.

"You know, as nice as that thing is, I kinda miss a bath."

"A bath?"

"Yeah, it's a tub filled with hot water. You soak in it."

"Why didn't you say so?" he asked, and I watched him incredulously as he entered a command into the shower cylinder thingy. Next, the entire contraption tilted toward the single window in the room until it lay flat on the ground. Widening at the sides as the walls inside retreated, leaving an oval opening quickly filling with water from an unseen faucet.

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

Now I understood why there was so much space left underneath the window. The new bathtub was in a perfect spot.

"Check if it's warm enough for you or too hot," Thrax advised.

He let me down by the edge of the tub, and I stuck my hand in. "It's perfect," I said while I was already climbing inside.

I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment, just literally soaking the relaxing sensations up. "This is heaven." I patted the side of the tub. "Come in Thrax."

When he didn't move, I opened my eyes. "What's wrong?"

"You're beautiful," he remarked.

He pulled his shirt off and lowered his pants. It was my turn. "Youare beautiful," I breathed, taken by the perfection of hisbody. By the black markings moving up from his hips to his stomach—markings that mirrored my own. He was so chiseled. Every single one of his muscles was a work of art, and I ran my hands over them as soon as he stepped into the tub.

"So hard." I couldn't get enough of rubbing my hand up and down his abs and pecs.

He smiled and flexed his biceps. "What about them?"

"Oh, they're delicious too." I ran both of my hands over one playfully, liking how they bulged for me.

He picked up the game. "So soft," he rasped as he took my breasts into his hands.

I scooted closer to give him better access and once again ended up sitting spread eagle on his lap. "Now, weren't we just here?" I asked, nibbling on his ear, reveling in the swelling of his cock.

"I don't remember." He leaned forward, sucking the other nipple, this time into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue until I moaned. "My memory might need some refreshing."

I was fully on board with his plan. He grabbed his cock and guided it into my still slippery canal. Shortly after, water started sloshing over the tub, and not long after that, the cleaning drones appeared to wipe up the mess we were making, and neither of us cared.

"Say my name again," he demanded at some point.

"Thrax," I moaned against his chest as I rose and fell on his cock.

"No, my full name." He thrust his hip up so unexpectedly that I gasped, and a jolt of pleasure rushed through me.

"Tharaax," I cried.

"I like it when you say it like this."

And then we didn't speak for a while.

THARAAX

By the timewe were done, the lights were dimming. I brought food and water to our prisoner, who was up and glaring at me. I had so many questions for him, but I didn't trust myself with him, especially not alone, and I'd told Hannah to stay in bed. She'd looked exhausted.

Further interrogation would have to wait until Hannah was up. She was the only one who could stop me from killing the Ohrur. In all honesty, I was dead tired too. After the last restless night, I hoped I would finally get some sleep as I crawled in next to Hannah, spooning her body right into mine and loving every tick of it. I wrapped my arms and legs around her, noticing that she was naked underneath the covers, but didn't have the heart to wake her, no matter how much my cock protested.

I closed my eyes and inhaled her sweet scent, marveled at the softness of her hair, and finally drifted off.

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