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V could tell that she wasn’t being entirely truthful, the blood rushing through her veins and the way her breath hitched her throat saying otherwise. Of course, he didn’t want to persuade her into anything she didn’t want. If they spent their last night together just talking, with him touching her feet, then that would be the way he would remember her.

“I know I don’t,” he said, his stare unwavering. “But I want to give you what you want. At this moment. With no strings attached, Katy.”

Her eyes remained locked on his, and she sighed and groaned each time he moved his fingers over her feet. He adored the look of gratification on her face, no matter what form it may have been.

“What are you thinking, V?” she asked, looking desperate. “What is it that you want?”

V’s heart was torn in two directions. On the one hand, all he wanted was to be with Katy for eternity, rubbing her feet and making her tea until they shrank to ashes. He could do that on Earth without the pressure of mating, to date and romance her in the way she was used to. But on the other hand, he had his people on Nova Aurora. Who knew what kind of rule Dimess would impose with Vharlk gone?

He felt his face disintegrate into mourning, and when he let go of her feet, he crawled on top of her on the couch. V hovered over her lips as her angelic face was silhouetted by the orange and red flames beyond.

“I want you,” he said in a guttural, pained tone. “I want to make love to you, Katy, like no one ever has before.”

Katy ran her hand through his hair, and he felt himself coming apart at the seams. She kissed each of his cheeks, then let her hot breath linger over his mouth, tingling every atom in his body.

“Make love to me then,” she whispered back.

TWENTY-ONE

KATY

There was a whisper of guilt inside Katy’s heart when she felt Vharlk touch her feet, making her groan with delight. There was no doubt in her mind that she was attracted to him more than anyone she had ever met. Even after they’d had sex multiple times, she still craved him in a way that was nearly supernatural.

Still, fear coiled her insides, preventing her from falling to her knees and confessing how much she not only wanted him but needed him. The desire was so keen it grew into a sharp ache when she wasn’t in skin-to-skin contact with him.

But she wanted to tell him the truth, the way that he was telling her his truth. Terrified of life on an alien planet, and the idea of leaving her family and everything she was familiar with caused her to feel sick and weak. While at the same time, her heart and body longed for V. Longed to feel the reassurance of his touch, his voice, his mere presence.

Katy was torn in the same way the shifter before her was. So she let her body do the talking, showing him that she could give into her yearnings if that was what he wanted. She would let it sing for him if that was the last time they were to come together.

The moment their lips touched, the spark was set. Their passion was an oncoming train with no reason or power to stop it. Katy unleashed herself, her most vulnerable, honest, and needful side, without any attempt to veil herself from the only man in the entire universe who had truly seen every side of her and wanted it all.

She ran her hands furiously through his delicious hair as she moaned for him, his body pressing against hers as she slid to lay on her back on the couch. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his crotch closer to hers and rolling herself against him in sensual circles.

He responded to her movements instantly, groaning and pushing harder against her with his bulging cock. She moved her mouth over him ravenously, gnawing on his lips, swirling her tongue with his to memorize his taste until the end of her days.

“Mmm, Katy,” he groaned as he moved to her neck. “Gods, you are so lovely.”

Katy bit her lower lip, her body vibrating to the sound of his voice against her skin. She had never really believed anyone when they told her that she was beautiful. But with V, she believed it from the top of her head, all the way to her curling toes.

He kissed her neck tenderly, breathing deeply as he steadily moved around every patch of skin. One of her favorite erogenous zones was her neck, so when he stayed there, taking his time with nibbles and sucking, her pussy became a waterfall of need.

“Oh, V,” she whimpered, her nails digging into the back of his head. “Oh, baby, you make me feel so good.”

Every word that poured out of her mouth was the truth, the way the words flowed from a poet’s hand onto the scroll. She was stuck in the wonderful moment of carnal bliss with someone who knew each and every right button to press, to ease, to caress, and to build until she became one with the ether of the atmosphere.

He moaned her name over and over, music to Katy’s ears and enhancing the surge of pleasure riveting between her legs. V eventually arrived at her stomach and pulled up her shirt, kissing her tummy and cleavage as he helped her slip the fabric over her head. Katy sat up as she reached for her bra behind her back, but V stopped her, taking her gently by the wrists and bringing them to his mouth for a tender kiss.

He touched each digit of her fingers to his lips, then looked at her, eyes glassy and mournful.

“Please, let me,” he murmured.

Katy let her arms fall to her sides and rest on the couch once he had kissed each one of her fingers. He returned to her neck and sucked harder, just the way she liked it, her body bending into him like the ocean bends to the shoreline. It was then he used both hands to unclasp her bra.

She breathed out softly once her breasts were set free, with V running his fingers under the shoulder straps, revealing her slowly and seductively. Katy felt like a gift being unwrapped, so treasured and appreciated. The delicacy in his hands made her want to weep, her entire life up until that point unraveling under his touch.

Katy trembled once her upper half was bare, with V placing her bra aside neatly and carefully. He gazed at her breasts like they were made of gold and approached each with his hands like a servant approaches their queen.

“You have the most perfect breasts, Katy,” he said, his voice dusky and deep.

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