Page 108 of Cosmic Captain

I ran a feather-light touch over his face, tracing the planes and edges. I loved the sharpness of his cheekbones, the length of his nose, the fullness of his lips, and the strength of his jaw. Donwas perfect, like, completely perfect, and yet I was frightened of staying with him.

If I was honest with myself, I loved Don. It wasn’t shocking or at all surprising. I apparently had a habit of falling in love with the worst person possible, though that wasn’t fair. Don was sweet, kind, and perfect for me. He wasn’t the problem—I was.

My fingers stopped on the corner of his lips where they would often quirk in amusement. No, Dontilvynsan wasn’t the problem. He hadn’t said he loved me, but he cared about me, deeply, and he wanted me for the rest of our lives. Me? I was a mess.

All I had was fear. Fear of the future. Fear that the memories would never abate. Fear that Don would get tired of me. Fear that some soulmate would show up for Don and make all of us miserable. Fear that I wasn’t good enough for him. Fear that I was too broken to be whole again. Fear of everything.

I was so damn afraid, and I fucking hated it.

I wanted to choose hope. I wanted to choose love. I wanted to choose Dontilvynsan. But the thought made my pulse pound and sent tremors through me.

I was a fucking coward.

Closing my eyes against the tears, I tried to take control of my breathing so I didn’t wake Don. He woke up at the slightest nightmare or shift in my emotions, but I’d been running high all day and he’d fallen asleep to me being terrified, so maybe he wouldn’t.

Don stirred, reaching for me. “My Vince, are you having a nightmare?”

Sleep laced his voice and his movements were jerky. He wasn’t quite cognizant yet. I shifted against him to press needy kisses to the underside of his jaw. My tongue traced the scales over his pulse point.

“Vince?”

I didn’t respond, just continued to kiss his neck, laving my tongue over his scales. I slid up and nibbled his earlobe, teeth catching on the long earring. I tugged on it. Don took a sharp breath, but it wasn’t from pain—drakcol ears were sensitive. I licked and bit my way up his ear until I reached the tip. I took it into my mouth and sucked—hard.

“Vince,” Don cried, cupping my ass.

I needed him. Now. I needed to be inside him, to feel his hot channel squeezing me as desperate cries slipped out of his lips.

“Yes,” he said, breathless. “Yes, Vince.”

Securing the lube, I kissed my way down his chest, yanked his sleep pants off, and palmed his thick thighs apart. His cock bucked, hard and leaking. I fondled his heavy balls, playing with the delicate scales, and Don panted. I wished I had more patience to slowly work him into a frenzy, but I didn’t.

“Fuck me, Vince,” Don said. “Take what you need from me. I’m yours.”

I kissed his thigh, pressing my nose against the hard muscle. My Don. I nipped him, careful not to hurt him. I would never hurt him—well, physically.

“Stop thinking or worrying and fuck me, Vince.” Don pushed his fingers through my hair. “The future will keep. Right here and right now, it’s just you and me. No one and nothing else. Just us.”

He was right. I needed Dontilvynsan and he needed me. I kissed the weeping tip of his cock. “Just us.”

“Just us,” he repeated, cupping my chin.

I opened the lube and put a generous amount on my fingers before circling the tight ring of his ass. He moaned, and I savored the sound. Each and every noise was mine, and I wanted them. I kissed his thigh, licking the scales, and worked my finger in and out of his hole. Don never stopped making noise. His cock bucked with his rocking hips, leaking pre-cum out of his slit.

I licked the tip, groaning at the sweet taste on my tongue.

“Vince, my Vince,” Don panted.

Pushing a second finger inside of him, I kept opening Don up for me steadily. He really didn’t require the prep, but I was nervous I’d hurt him somehow if I didn’t stretch him more.

“Please,” he begged.

I kissed his needy cock. “Soon, Sweetheart.”

When my three fingers easily slid in and out of his channel, I lined up my dick. Don’s green eyes locked onto mine. I swallowed as nerves slid down my spine with a tremor. I gripped his hips. This moment belonged to us. There was no room for the future, for my worries or Don’s, for the past, or for anyone who’d hurt me. The only thing in the moment was me and Don, nothing else.

Gently, I thrusted into him, eyes on his. I shivered at the all-encompassing heat and the tight grip of his hole. Don hooked his thick thighs around my hips, and his tail slid over the back of my thigh to my ass before going down again. He stretched out a hand, and I grabbed it, placing it on my cheek.

His emotions flooded my mind. I groaned. Pulling out, I pushed back in with a grunt. Don moaned when I was buried to the root, hitting that spot deep inside of him. Being connected like this was so personal and intense with our joined pleasure. I kept my eyes on his, silently begging him not to look away from me. I needed to see that it was him I was with, and no one else.

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