Page 58 of Sol Survivor

“Right.Like I can control it,” she scoffed.“Damn thing forms whenever.”As if to make her out to be a liar, her skin shimmered amid weak tingles.In an instant, the heat from his UV lights hit her, and she moaned, relishing the heat.

His touch was gentle when he clasped her chin to run a strange box an inch over her mouth.He smirked.“You have healed already.”

She shrugged.“I still have nanites in me.”

He arched a brow while opening the flat packet, sliding out a sheet of thin white fabric.With it, he dabbed her mouth.Cool, it soothed as he wiped her chin and lips.His movements slowed to a caress.He shuffled, spreading her thighs wider.His nostrils flared, and his yellow eyes darkened to amber.He tossed the cloth aside, cupped her jaw, then brushed his lips across hers.

She gasped, sucking in his sun-drenched scent.Her heartbeat leaped and danced.Gripping his hips, she tugged him closer to wrap her legs around him.

He groaned and deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue across hers.A tremor rippled through her.She needed his body against hers, the heat of his skin warming hers.He grunted when she crushed him within her embrace.

“Drafe,” she whispered when he broke the kiss to nip her ear.

He jerked back, met her gaze, then pulled away from her.Not willing to blink, she ogled him when his skin undulated, exposing every inch of him in a breathtaking obsidian and gray.Off went his boots.He stood before her, naked, his muscles rippling with any movement he made.

“Farg, am I in heaven?”she rasped.

Chapter Twenty-One

Drafeblinkedatthewoman in his quarters.Foq, he’d almost lost her.How in Osnir’s blessed universe had they been the ones to find her?Miracles he believed in, but this…was incredible.His symbiotes rippled under his skin, preemptively forming his armor.If he found who’d wished her harm, he’d kill them without hesitation.She was his to protect.His…

He had dreamed of her being here with him.Not once had he thought his dreams would be realized.As she trailed her gaze over him, his symbiotes leaped to life, sparking excitement and heat through his body.He hardened to his full length, his fingers twitching while he granted her this moment.

She slid off the table and unclipped her boots.With a flick of a wrist, her tunic landed on top of his strewn boots.She shimmied out of her breeches and stood before him in tiny slips of white that did nothing to hide her.Arching and thrusting out her breasts, she unhooked the top cloth, tossing it to the floor.Snagging her fingers into the bottom triangle, she peeled it down then shoved it aside with her toes.

He sucked in a sharp breath.Osnir, she is beautiful.

Chuckling, she threw herself at him.He caught her, held her close, and relished the fullness of her in his arms.Too eager, he took a moment to bury his nose in the curve of her neck.He inhaled, drawing deep into his body the scent of sun-heated rock, the tang of salt, and the natural sweetness of his female.

When she dug her fingers into his hair, volatile need exploded, and he growled, crushing her lips with his.He couldn’t get enough of her.His vision blurred, but he refused to close his eyes and miss a moment.His chest expanded, filled with heat and longing.His heart pounded a parsec a second.Why did she have such a hold on him?

She panted between kisses, clinging, stroking, and squeezing any part of him she could reach.Perhaps she felt the same?He hoped so, not wanting to be the only one in this madness.He spun her, pinned her to the bulkhead, and reached between them to tease her sex.She whimpered, spreading her thighs wider.Slick, hot, and swollen, her heartbeat pulsed above her entrance.He circled the hard bud, drawing out her pleasure.She bit him, licked and kissed him, unable to remain still under the onslaught.

He grinned.She was so responsive.The taste of her drenched his tongue in memory, and he longed to sample her petals again.Not now, though.He needed her too much to do anything other than bring her to release before plunging into her depths.Just the thought of doing so set a tremble in his knees.He tensed his hips, ensuring she remained pinned to the bulkhead, his koq rubbing her backside.She cried out, threw her head back, and thrashed, tossing her sunlight-colored hair.When her breathing calmed, he removed his fingers, gripped her hips, positioned himself at the heated wetness of her channel, and thrust in.

He stilled.The tight sheath squeezed, pulsed, and rippled, sending shivers outward.Dipping, he caught her lips for a plundering kiss, then lost in her brown eyes, he withdrew.She gasped, her lips parting.Her eyes fluttered shut.When he plunged in to the hilt, she moaned, her fingers kneading his arms.Osnir had blessed him with her.

Sooner than he liked, she contracted around him, flooding heat along his length.It was too much, too intense.He roared, riding dunes of pleasure, unable to do anything but pin her to the bulkhead.As he held her up, she kept his knees from collapsing when she tightened her legs around him.

“Foq, Vic.”Without pulling out, he gathered her against his chest and stepped under the water spray.

She squealed when it drenched her.“What the farg is this?”She blinked at him, her hair darkened and enhanced the glow of her skin.“You waste water?”She licked a droplet off his shoulder, drawing a rumble from him.

“It is a treasure to my tribe, but on other worlds, it is an abundant resource.”

She stroked his chest, the slickness of the drops aiding her exploration.He kissed her, tasting her and the water—two things he cherished the most.Breaking contact, he pulled out, lowered her legs, and washed her.Despite needing to touch her, to learn every valley, he used the opportunity to study the crisscrossing scars on her left arm and leg.They were as perfect as the corpse’s.How was this possible?

Once he rinsed her off, he guided her to the side to be air-dried while he hurried through his wash.She laughed and spun in a circle, granting the dryer full access.

Joy engulfed his chest in overwhelming sensations, and he paused mid-rinse.He parted his lips to ask her to be his, then hesitated.Not until he understood the connection between her and the corpses.Ivoy came first, as per his oath.

“We need to meet with Aehort Uz.”He closed the distance and halted beside her in the path of the air dryer.

She arched a brow.“Your orange friend?”

“I am his guardian.He insisted we rush to the ship.I sensed your distress, but you did not respond to the smart band.”He shook his wrist.

“I wasn’t anywhere near a communication device.”Shadow crossed her eyes.She pursed her lips.“If my crew jettisoned me on purpose, I swear, Drafe, I will hunt them down and kill them.”Strength, determination, and anger bolstered her voice, sounding like a true warrior.

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