Page 65 of Taming Chaos

“You… you did not…”

Unable to speak, Seph shook her head a fraction. You’re leaving me hanging here, buddy.

Such amazingly exquisite torture. The tightness was still there, her need growing unbearable, and if he didn’t do something soon, she would go certifiably insane.

“Ah.” Torin kissed her on her lips. Then he went down, and Seph whimpered as he kissed her on her other lips.

And then the tip of his tongue found her clit.

“O-ooh,” she whimpered. Torin’s hands caressed her thighs, moving up and down as he sucked her tender nub. He seemed to take particular delight in that part of her body—her thighs, her ass, her hips. He was always touching her there.

Seph thrust her fingers into his beautiful hair, crying out as he sucked her harder, harder, harder, teasing out the knot of pleasure that had formed within her core, and now Seph rose up as the tension became too much to bear, and Torin simply gripped her thighs, preventing her from squirming as he flick, flick, flicked her into total euphoria with nothing but the tip of his devilish tongue.

Oh, how she came, arching her back as the full force of the orgasm hit her. Torin released her, and she writhed around, her bare skin slick against the polished surface of the table.

“And now we are even,” Torin murmured, sounding immensely pleased with himself.

Seph lay back, closed her eyes, and let out a deep, shuddering sigh. Torin trailed kisses up her belly and her chest, tasting her. He kissed the hollow above her collarbone, kissed the delicate skin of her neck, kissed her pulse just below her jawline, kissed the secret spot below her ear, and sucked the soft petal of her earlobe.

The last shred of tension drained from Seph’s body, replaced with a warm, fuzzy glow, even as a kind of obsessive energy overtook Torin, his kisses becoming wild and frantic, his hands roaming over every inch of her before settling behind her neck.

“Now you are mine,” he whispered, holding her tightly. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long, Persephone.”

His words seemed impossible, but they also made perfect sense.

In that moment, Seph was no longer afraid. She wasn’t anxious, she wasn’t lost, and the terrible emptiness that had secretly plagued her all her life…

It was gone.

Somehow, getting betrayed, traded, and imprisoned had turned into the best thing that had ever happened to her, because she’d found this beautiful, fierce, larger-than-life being, and he was everything she never knew she wanted—until now.

But really, he’d found her, and the way he held her told Seph he was never going to let her go.

And that was just fine with her.

Chapter Seventeen

Torin would have much preferred for Seph to be naked as they searched for the food storage unit, but they were on an enemy ship, and they had to be prepared for anything. Also, the atmosphere in here was set to an ideal temperature for him, which meant it was too cold for her.

So he had to be content with watching her dress herself—minus her lower undergarments—as he lazily reclined on the table, his head propped up on one arm. Empowered by his gaze, she put on a little show for him, donning each garment with a sensual flourish.

Torin never imagined that the simple act of dressing could be so fucking sexy. Desire stirred inside him, and he suddenly wanted to grab her and take her hard against the wall.

Later, fool. They were still in a precarious situation, and really, he shouldn’t have given in to his temptation in the first place, but if he hadn’t sought release, he probably would have gone insane.

Sexual frustration could do strange things to a Kordolian male. In hindsight, Torin realized he’d experienced the stirrings of the notorious Mating Fever—irritability, headaches, increased aggression.

But now that he’d claimed Seph, he could think clearly again. Once again, his anger was suppressed, his aggression tempered.

Those emotions would always be there, simmering deep beneath the surface—they were as much a part of him as his Callidum impregnated black nanites—but at least now they were under control.

Seph slowly zipped up her grey jacket, forcing Torin to stare as the stretchy fabric curved over her breasts, accentuating their perfect roundness. Breasts, hips, ass… oh, he just couldn’t get enough of her lush body.

“You’re dangerous,” he drawled, pulling himself to a sitting position. Still naked, he slid off the table, padding toward her on bare feet.

“Says he of the First Division.” She pulled on her gloves, stretching her fingers wide. “I hardly think I’m the most dangerous thing on this ship.”

“You’re dangerous because you drive me to distraction.” He couldn’t help it; he laughed. “I have strayed so far from my mission that I’m in for a world of hurt when I get back to Earth.”

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