Page 28 of Human Reclaimed
“I’m here.” The relief in my voice was palpable. “How do you feel?”
She shifted slightly, wincing as she tested her shoulder. “Like I got shot. But surprisingly, not as bad as I should.” A small smile curved her lips.
I nodded, drinking in the sight of her alive and alert. “Talia, I…” The words caught in my throat. “When I saw you fall, I thought… I couldn’t bear if something happened to you.”
Her expression softened. She reached up with her uninjured arm, her fingers brushing along my jaw. The simple touch sent electricity racing through me.
“Hey,” she murmured, “I’m fine. It takes more than a stray blast to keep me down.”
“I know you’re strong,” I said, covering her hand with mine where it rested against my face. “But the thought of losing you…”
Her eyes widened slightly at the raw emotion in my voice, and then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t tentative or questioning. It was fierce, desperate, and full of everything she hadn’t said. The moment our lips met, something in me snapped. I poured all the worry, the relief, and the pent-up need I’d been stifling since our swim yesterday into that kiss. My hands slid into her hair, pulling her closer as if I could merge her into me.
Her breath hitched, and she opened her mouth to me, our tongues tangling in a rhythm that felt like fighting and surrender all at once. I kissed her like she was the oxygen I’d been denied, the answer to a question I hadn’t known to ask. She matched me, her nails digging into my shoulders and her body arching into mine. Every sound she made, every shudder of her breath, drove me wild.
I pulled back, my chest heaving. “Talia, you’re injured. We should probably stop.”
“No,” she said, her voice low but firm. Her blue eyes locked on to mine, burning with a fire that made my pulse spike. “I’ve wanted this since this morning in your office. I want you, Rune.”
I stared at her, my mind scrambling to process her words. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” Her hands slid down my chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Don’t stop.”
That was all the permission I needed. I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her as my hands moved to the hem of her white T-shirt. I lifted it gently over her head, tossing it aside, and then unhooked her bra with a flick of my fingers. She gasped as the cool air hit her skin, and I took a moment to drink her in. Her breasts were perfect, full and inviting, her nipples already peaked. I trailed kisses down her neck, nuzzling the hollow of her throat before moving lower.
“Rune,” she breathed, her hands tangling in my hair as I took one nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking until she moaned. Her back arched, pressing her closer to me, and I alternated between her breasts, lavishing attention on each until she was writhing beneath me.
I kissed my way down her stomach, my hands sliding to the waistband of her fitted beige tactical pants. I undid the fastening and zipper, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside, followed by her boots and white panties. She was naked now, and I paused, just looking at her. She was breathtaking—every curve and every line of her body was a masterpiece.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
She reached for me, her eyes dark with need. “Don’t stop.”
I settled between her thighs, my hands spreading her legs wider. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh before letting my tongue trail up to her core. She gasped, her hands grabbing the sheets as I teased her folds, licking and sucking with deliberate slowness. Her moans were music to my ears, driving me to take her further and to draw out every ounce of pleasure I could.
“Rune,” she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. “Don’t stop. Please.”
I added two fingers, curling them inside her as my tongue focused on her most sensitive spot. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her thighs trembling around my head. I could feel her tightening, her body coiling like a spring, and I didn’t let up, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
When she finally came, her cry echoed through the room. Her body shook, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through her. I didn’t stop until she was spent, her breathing ragged and her legs falling open.
She looked at me, her eyes dazed but full of warmth. “I’ve… never felt this good before. You’re incredible.”
I kissed her thigh, a swell of pride and something deeper—something I couldn’t name yet—filling my chest. “No, you’re incredible, Talia.”
At that moment, I knew I was falling for her. Hard. And I didn’t fight it.
Talia sat up carefully, her movements slow and deliberate as she favored her injured shoulder. Her bare skin glowed in the soft light of my quarters, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. She reached for me, her fingers brushing the hem of my fitted black T-shirt, and I felt a rush of anticipation that tightened my chest.
“Let me help you,” I said, my voice thick with need. I pulled the shirt over my head in one swift motion, tossing it aside. Her gaze lingered on my chest, tracing the scars that marked my body, and then drifted lower as I removed my boots, tactical pants, and boxer briefs. Her eyes widened when she saw my large cock, hard and throbbing, and a flicker of pride coursed through me. It wasn’t arrogance—just the simple, raw satisfaction of knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
“You’re… perfect,” she breathed, her voice tinged with awe.
I moved over her, careful not to jostle her injured shoulder, and kissed her deeply. Her lips were soft and demanding, her tongue meeting mine with a hunger that matched my own. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I groaned into her mouth, my control fraying at the edges.
She reached between us, her fingers wrapping around my length, and guided me to her entrance. “Please, Rune,” she whispered, her voice a mixture of need and impatience.
I pressed into her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet heat of her. She gasped, and I paused, giving her time to adjust. “You feel incredible,” I muttered against her neck, my breath ragged. “So warm… so tight.”
