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The tension coiling inside her…

Snapped.

She screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her inner walls clamped down hard around his length as she came. And came. And came. Each contraction seemed to pull him deeper, intensifying the sensation until she could barely breathe through the pleasure of it.

His thrusts grew erratic, his control finally breaking as her body milked his cock. His fingers dug into her hip hard enough to leave marks as he drove into her with desperate intensity.The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by their shared moans and gasps. She was still coming, aftershocks rippling through her when she felt him swell even larger inside her.

“Ashley!Draanth…”

He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his release hit. She felt the hot pulse as he filled her, triggering another wave of pleasure that had her arching beneath him.

Her body squeezed around him instinctively, drawing out his orgasm as he shuddered above her. The feeling of him coming inside her, marking her as his, sent another aftershock of pleasure coursing through her sensitized body.

They stayed locked together, both trembling in the aftermath of their shared release. His forehead pressed against hers, their ragged breathing mingling in the scant space between them. She felt his heart thundering against her chest, matching the rapid pace of hers. His cock twitched deep inside her with occasional aftershocks, making her inner walls flutter in response.

When he finally tried to move, to take his weight off her, she wrapped her legs tighter around him, keeping him close.

“No. Stay,” she whispered against his lips. She wasn’t ready to lose the feeling of fullness, of completion that came from having him inside her. He obeyed, shifting just enough to avoid crushing her while holding her close.

Sweat cooled on their skin as their breathing gradually steadied. The candlelight had burned lower, casting long shadows across his shoulders and highlighting the marks her nails had left on his skin.

She felt their combined releases starting to seep out around where they were still joined, evidence of their passion trickling down her inner thigh. The sensation should have been uncomfortable, but instead it sent a fresh wave of arousalthrough her. Her inner muscles clenched involuntarily around his softening length, drawing a groan from both of them.

“That was…” His voice was rough, trailing off as words failed him. He pressed soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

She hummed in agreement, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. Every slight movement caused tiny sparks of pleasure to dance through her oversensitive body. She could already feel him beginning to harden again inside her, and the thought of taking him like this, when she was still wet and open from their first round, made her breath catch.

“Again?” she asked, rolling her hips experimentally. The motion drew a sharp intake of breath from him, his hands tightening on her skin.

His answer was to capture her mouth in a searing kiss that promised they were far from finished. She smiled against his lips, knowing that this night—their first as a bonded couple—was just the beginning of their happily ever after.

EPILOGUE

“Those women turned ten million credits of construction equipment into scrap metal!” The human executive’s hologram jabbed an accusatory finger through the command table. “And now they expect us to write it off as a loss?”

Zeke pressed his shoulders back against the cool stone wall of the command room, watching the translucent figures in front of him posture and preen. Their greed left a bad taste in his mouth. The corporate team had been arguing in circles for twenty minutes, each new accusation more desperate than the last.

“The equipment was already damaged in the earthquake,” Kraath said, his deep voice a total contrast to the executive’s shrill tone. “Ms. Jackson and Ms. Trevor found a way to make it useful again.”

A woman with pinched features and hair that looked like it was glued into place leaned forward, her hologram flickering at the end of the movement. “The construction equipment wasn’t meant to be ‘useful’ as weapons. It was meant for construction and development. Do you know how much those systems were worth?”

“Much less than the lives they saved,” Kraath replied.

The corporate team bristled. A thin man with nervous hands jumped in, his voice pitched high with indignation. “Look here! The equipment—damaged or not—was company property. They deliberately dismantled it!”

The executives nodded in unified self-righteousness. Zeke gritted his teeth until he thought they would break off at the root. These pampered bureaucrats, sitting safely in their plush offices, had no concept of what it meant to fight for survival. To make hard choices when lives were on the line.

“What Ms. Jackson and Ms. Trevor did,” Kraath said in a measured tone as though he was talking to small children, “was show initiative in a crisis. They took wreckage and turned it into a defensive line.”

“Initiative?” The first executive snorted. “That’s what we’re calling it now? They destroyed?—”

“They adapted,” Kraath cut in. “Unless you’re suggesting they should have left the broken equipment lying useless while the garrison was under attack?”

Prince Isan hadn’t moved from his position at the “head” of the table, but Zeke noticed the slight tightening around his eyes. Anyone with eyes in their head could see that the prince’s patience was wearing thin. Zeke couldn’t blame him. The executives’ single-minded focus on their profit margins became more grating by the second.

“The fact remains,” the female said, straightening her already perfect jacket with a pointed movement, “that millions of credits worth of specialized equipment is now nothing but twisted metal. They should have taken steps to avoid destruction of company property. Someone has to be held accountable for these losses.”

“Accountable? Why?” Zeke pushed off from the wall with a snarl. “Even the garrison’s advanced sensor arrays didn’tdetect that quake until it hit. Are you suggesting their civilian equipment should have performed better thanours,which is Latharian military grade?”

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