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“Understood,” he agreed, his voice rough with emotion.Then his expression shifted, a dangerous heat entering his eyes.“I remember every little detail.Including how to make you scream my name with pleasure.”
The raw promise in his words sent a shiver through me.Before I could respond, his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was pure possession—hungry and desperate and joyful all at once.His strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me against him until my feet barely touched the ground.
I kissed him back with everything I had, pouring four days of fear and hope and longing into it.The night sounds of Planet Alpha faded away, nothing existing beyond the feel of his body against mine, the taste of his lips, and the incredible miracle of finding our way back to each other.
When we finally pulled apart, both breathing hard, I kept my arms looped around his neck.The twin moons cast silver light over us, making the small river sparkle like scattered diamonds.
“Do you think we could just stay here forever?”I asked, only half-joking.“Just you and me by this river?”
Daxon laughed, the sound rich and full.“Tempting, but I have plans for you that require more privacy than this clearing offers.”
His hands slid lower, gripping my hips and pulling me tightly against him.The evidence of his desire pressed hard against my stomach, leaving no doubt about those plans.
“Then take me home,” I whispered against his lips.
TWENTY-TWO
DAXON
Alora’s words “take me home,”soft and breathless against my lips, sent a rush of heat through me that was impossible to ignore.I wasn’t about to waste another second.I swept her into my arms, her body fitting perfectly against my broad chest as if she’d been made specifically for me—because, in a way, I think she had.Her laughter filled the night air, mingling with the hum of the jungle and the distant chatter of the colony’s marketplace.I didn’t care who saw us anymore.Let them look.Let them know she was mine.
Her arms looped around my neck, her fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of my neck.I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her—lavender and something uniquely her, something that had become my oxygen these past four days.Her breath hitched as I adjusted my grip, one arm under her knees, the other cradling her back.She was warm, alive, and so impossibly perfect that it almost hurt to hold her.
“Careful,” she teased, her voice light but with an edge of something deeper.“You don’t want to trip and drop me.”
“I’d never drop you,” I growled, my voice low and rough.“I’d sooner break my own spine than let anything happen to you.”
She laughed again, that beautiful, unfiltered sound that had become my favorite melody.“Good to know.But just in case, maybe don’t kick down your door like a barbarian when we get there.”
“Too late,” I shot back, my lips curling into a grin as I tightened my hold on her.“I’m feeling very barbaric right now.”
Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and I could see the flush creeping up her neck, even in the dim light.She was trying to play it cool, but the way her fingers tightened against my neck betrayed her.She wanted this as much as I did.
The path to my quarters was familiar, the stone walkways glowing faintly under the twin moons.The jungle loomed on either side, its nocturnal symphony of chirps and rustles a backdrop to the thunder of my pulse in my ears.Her weight in my arms was nothing—I could’ve carried her across the entire colony and back without breaking a sweat—but the way her body pressed against mine and the way her breath warmed my skin, was enough to make me feel like I was on fire.
When we reached my door, I didn’t bother with the keypad.I kicked it open, the sound sharp and satisfying, and stepped inside, kicking it shut behind us with the same force.She giggled and I couldn’t help but laugh too, the sound once foreign but now welcome in my chest.
“Daxon,” she said, her voice half-scolding, half-amused, “you’re going to break something.”
“Only one thing’s coming apart tonight,” I murmured, setting her down gently only to press her back against the closed door.My hands found her hips, my fingers digging into the soft curves there, and I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear.“And it’s not the door.”
She shivered, her hands sliding up my chest to grip the collar of my T-shirt.“Is that a promise?”
I didn’t answer with words.Instead, I captured her lips with mine, the kiss hot and hungry, desperate to make up for the time I’d lost today and for the memories that had almost slipped away forever.Her lips parted under mine, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, claiming her and reminding her that she was mine.
Her fingers tugged at the hem of my shirt, and I broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over my head and toss it aside.Her hands immediately went to my chest, her palms warm against my skin, tracing the lines of muscle there as if she was memorizing every inch of me.I let her—for a moment.Then I reached for her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion.Her white lace bra followed, and I took a moment to just look at her.Her pale skin glowed in the dim light, and her curves were perfection itself.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice thick with need.
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t shy away.Instead, her hands went to the waistband of my tactical pants, her fingers fumbling with the fastener.I didn’t stop her.I couldn’t.Her touch was electric, sending sparks racing up my spine.When she finally freed my cock from the confines of my pants and boxers, I groaned loudly, my head falling back as her fingers wrapped around my hard, throbbing length.
“Daxon,” she breathed, her voice trembling, “I need you.All of you.”
Her words were a command and a plea, and I was powerless to resist.My hands moved to the waistband of her fitted beige tactical pants, and I removed them and her lace panties in one swift motion.She kicked off her combat boots, and I did the same, the sound of them hitting the floor echoing in the quiet of my quarters.I lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around me as I pressed her back against the door.Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, as I guided myself to her wet entrance.
With one deep thrust, I was inside her, and she cried out, the sound piercing the air.I wanted to hear that sound again and again, a sound that spurred me on.I began thrusting into her in a primal rhythm, deep, hard, and fast, setting a desperate and hungry pace.She matched me in intensity, her nails raking down my back, the pain only increasing my pleasure.
“Faster,” she begged, her voice a breathless whisper against my ear.
