Page 53 of Human Reform
I obliged, my thrusts becoming more urgent and more demanding.Our bodies were soon slick with sweat and the air thick with the sound of our gasps and the slap of skin against skin.I sucked on her neck, the dual sensations of her body clenching around me and the taste of her skin driving me to the edge.Her orgasm soon ripped through her with a powerful force, her body convulsing and her inner walls tightening around me.I almost came undone myself, but I was determined to draw out my pleasure tonight.
I pulled out of her, her body still trembling from her release, and carried her to my small dining table.Her legs remained wrapped around me, her arms clinging to my neck as I laid her down on the cool surface.Her hair fanned out around her, a dark halo against the pale wood, and I took a moment to just look at her.She was breathtaking, her skin glowing in the dim light and her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Daxon,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with need.
I didn’t need any more encouragement.I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.My hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and every inch of her skin.She arched into my touch, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I breathed against her lips.
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes.“Good.Because I’m not done with you, either.”
My hands moved to her hips as I positioned myself between her legs.I entered her again, this time with a slow, deliberate thrust, savoring the way her body welcomed me.Her breath hitched, her hands gripping the edge of the table as I began to move with steady, deep thrusts.
“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice firm but gentle.
Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I felt a connection that went beyond the physical.It was something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put into words.But I knew one thing for certain.I was hers and she was mine.
“Daxon,” she moaned, her voice trembling with emotion.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, my voice filled with a promise.“I’ll always have you.”
Her body tightened around me, and I felt her second orgasm building.I increased my pace, my thrusts becoming more urgent and more desperate.Her cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and need.When she finally came for the second time, her body convulsing around me, I let go.With one final deep thrust, I let out a guttural groan, and my own powerful release crashed over me like a tidal wave, my hot seed spilling deep inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.Her arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we both struggled to catch our breath.I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and savoring the feel of her skin against mine.
“I love you so much, Daxon,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with deep emotion.
I lifted my head, my eyes meeting hers.“I love you with everything I am, Alora,” I said, my voice firm and filled with conviction.“You made me whole again.”
She smiled, a soft, content smile that made my heart ache.“I’m never letting you go.”
“Good,” I replied, my voice filled with a promise.“Because I’m not going anywhere.”
TWENTY-THREE
ALORA
I woke up in stages,first aware of warmth—Daxon’s body curved around mine like a shield, his muscled arm draped possessively across my waist.The weight of it felt like an anchor, grounding me in a way I hadn’t known I needed until this moment.I kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensation of his steady breath against my neck and the delicious ache in muscles I’d forgotten I had.
God, last night.My cheeks flushed at the memory of being pressed against his front door, his powerful body driving into mine with a hungry desperation that matched my own.Then the dining table, which I’d never be able to look at the same way again.The shower where he’d dropped to his knees and worshipped me with his tongue until my legs gave out.And finally his bed, where he’d taken his time mapping every inch of my skin as if committing me to memory all over again.
I lost count of how many times I’d come apart in his arms.
I turned carefully in his embrace, needing to see his face.In sleep, the hard lines of his features softened, making him look younger.My fingers itched to trace the twin scars near his temple, those faint marks the only visible reminder of what he’d been through during the war.What we’d both been through.
“You’re staring,” he murmured, his eyes still closed.
“Can you blame me?”I shifted closer, pressing my bare breasts against his solid chest.“I’m making up for those four hours when you looked at me like I was a total stranger.”
His eyes opened then, that incredible ice blue with hints of violet around the edges.“Never again,” he promised, his voice rough with sleep and something deeper and more primal.“I might have lost my memory for four hours, but my body never forgot you.”
“Your body certainly knew me last night,” I teased, tracing a finger down the ridges of his muscular abs.“I think we christened every surface in your quarters.”
“Not every surface.”His mouth curved into a predatory smile that sent heat pooling low in my belly.“We missed the kitchen counter.”
I laughed, the sound bubbling up from somewhere light and free inside me.“Later.I don’t think I can move quite yet.”
His hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple with devastating precision.“I can help with that.”
