Page 123 of Fractured Souls

She rested her head against his broad chest as they reached a private chamber somewhere at the rear of the ship. Like all Kordolian ships, the Mhyndin confused her. It was bigger than it looked from the outside, its mostly windowless interior made of organic curving walls and unravelling doors that merged together seamlessly.

Almost as if it were a living thing.

The doors closed behind them, and everything went black.

It was cold and dark and silent; she couldn’t hear a thing save for the gentle rasp of her own breathing and the heavy pounding of her own heartbeat.

As always, Nythian didn’t make a sound.

She reached for the guide-light Noa had given her, flicking it on.

Nythian set her down. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, running his hands through her hair, down her neck, her arms, her waist, her hips…

He dropped to his knees before her, taking her transformed hand into his, kissing her nanite-covered skin, which tingled in response to his touch. He took her fingers into his mouth and sucked on them gently, reverently, and all of a sudden she was hot all over, her heartbeat going at a million miles per second, especially when he looked at her like that.

“You were perfect,” he said, leaning against her for a moment and closing his eyes. He held her tightly, his hands resting on the small of her back.

She threaded his fingers through soft white hair, hardly believing that this powerful, otherworldly being was all hers.

“I’m far from perfect,” she said quietly. “When you found me, I was all messed up. You’re something else, Nythian. I don’t know how you did it, but you fixed me.”

“You weren’t broken to begin with.” He rose in a single fluid movement, his arms curving around her waist. “I just put a few things right, that’s all. I’m still working on putting a few more things right. Not with you, though. Never with you. You’re perfect for me.” His voice grew hoarse as he stared down into her eyes. “I…”

Suddenly, he went quiet, and she immediately understood why.

His erection pressed against her lower belly. She ran her hands over his lean torso, searching for traces of his wounds, finding nothing but perfectly healed silver skin.

The look on his face stole her breath away.

He needed her.

Nythian kissed her with a ferocity she’d never felt before, not even from him. His hot lips were rough and demanding as he pushed her backwards across the room until her body pressed against something hard, and she realized it was one of those dark chairs that seemed to be everywhere on this damn ship.

She collapsed backward into the chair and it tipped back into a reclining position, and suddenly he was there above her, his eyes burning, fangs bared, a dominant male in his element.

And somehow she sensed that she needed to let him have his way right now.

He needed to be in control.

So she didn’t say a word. She just lay back and surrendered to him, drinking in the magnificent sight of him.

Slowly, he undressed her, skillfully peeling away the layers of her clothing; the semi-flexible armor that protected her chest and arms and thighs, the snug utility suit beneath. With a few deft flicks of his claws, she was suddenly undone, left in nothing but her underwear.

Nothing spectacular, just a soft padded bra and a pair of low-riding briefs. Both acquired from the Fleet Station’s magical bottomless wardrobe.

A low rumble of appreciation escaped Nythian, making her feel like the goddess of lust herself.

Warmth spread between her thighs, turning into a tender ache.

Somewhere in the mess of clothes on the floor, Alexis’s guide-light flickered out, submerging her in perfect darkness.

It didn’t stop Nythian. His hands encircled her neck; gentle but possessive. He had complete control of her right now. He could do anything to her, and she would let him.

A pair of sharp, tiny points—his fangs—grazed her lower lip as he kissed her.

So it was true. Kordolians could see perfectly well in the darkness.

His lean, powerful body pressed against hers. There was his cock, erect, massive, digging into her lower belly, a hint of warm pre-cum beading against her skin.

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