weaknesses, but instead of the cold glee of certain victory, uncertainty wrapped itself around her heart. Turned her into statue. The last time she’d felt anything for a man apart from contemptuous disgust or superficial sexual gratification that man had torn out her heart and left her aching inside.
She couldn’t go there again. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
And yet, here she was, standing in Zeric’s hold when she could have been sitting in the cockpit.
That scared the shit out of her .
She looked at him, unsure of her actions for the first time in her brutal life. What should she do?
His lips provided the answer. They brushed over hers, gently, almost hesitantly. Jaienna’s breath caught in her throat and her pulse leapt into frenzied life, beating against her neck like a trapped Raavelian moth. With feather-light caresses, Zeric’s tongue touched her lips, her teeth, finally dipping into her mouth to claim it as his own. She gave it willingly, ignoring the tiny voice in her head telling her to stop, get away, now . She’d used sex as a weapon for longer than she could remember; first to protect Bhel from the lecherous Controllers of Raavelia Beta’s mining factions where they spent their terrible parentless childhood, then to escape the brutality of the Raavelia Alpha slave camps, and finally, as part of her job as an Intel-Patrol agent. Sex meant little to her except a means to an end.
It had. Nothing good happened when it became something else.
So stop him.
She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Her tongue mated with Zeric’s, their breaths mingling and becoming one as he deepened the kiss. She moaned, the soft sound unlike anything she’d uttered before. It said, completely and emphatically, I’m yours .
No. I can’t be. It’ll only lead to pain. You know that.
I don’t care .
His hands brushed over her jaw line, cupping the sides of her face as his mouth drank from hers. The oh-so tender touch flooded her body—her heart—with warmth and she melted against him. The last time, their fucking had been wild and savage. This… this was different. Beautiful. She didn’t care how much it would hurt later—and there would be pain, it was unavoidable—right now, right at this very moment all she cared about was how he made her feel.
A shiver raced down her spine and her already tight nipples pinched rock-hard. One of Zeric’s palms pressed over it, the firm contact combining with the friction of her leather bra to send jolt after jolt of hot, wet sensations spearing into her pussy. His tongue continued to worship her mouth, delving, seeking and pleasuring before moving to her jaw, her ear. She dropped her head back, allowing him greater access to the column of her neck, sucking in a breath as he nipped lightly on the sensitive flesh just below her pulse. Her pussy constricted, warm moisture pooling in her womb.
How does he do this to me? You swore you’d never let a man effect you like this again. You swore you’d never—
He nudged one knee between her thighs, spreading her legs apart and settling his groin neatly against hers, his cock a smoldering rod of steel against her eager sex. She rolled her hips, grinding harder against that hot, throbbing organ, remembering what it felt like inside her. His teeth continued to travel over her flesh, down her neck, across her collarbone, getting harder, wilder, the closer his mouth drew to her breasts.
For a split second, an image of dilating pupils flashed through Jaienna’s head—golden irises changing, transforming. Wake up, girl! What are you doing ?
His fingers yanked at her brassiere, exposing her breasts to the air, her nipples to his mouth. His teeth sank into one aching peak as his knowing, skilled fingers teased, twisted and flicked the other.
What was she doing?
She didn’t know. She didn’t care.
“Here?” Zeric’s voice was a hot breath in her ear. “Or my quarters?”
She pulled back a little, gazing up at him. His eyes
She couldn’t go there again. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.
And yet, here she was, standing in Zeric’s hold when she could have been sitting in the cockpit.
That scared the shit out of her .
She looked at him, unsure of her actions for the first time in her brutal life. What should she do?
His lips provided the answer. They brushed over hers, gently, almost hesitantly. Jaienna’s breath caught in her throat and her pulse leapt into frenzied life, beating against her neck like a trapped Raavelian moth. With feather-light caresses, Zeric’s tongue touched her lips, her teeth, finally dipping into her mouth to claim it as his own. She gave it willingly, ignoring the tiny voice in her head telling her to stop, get away, now . She’d used sex as a weapon for longer than she could remember; first to protect Bhel from the lecherous Controllers of Raavelia Beta’s mining factions where they spent their terrible parentless childhood, then to escape the brutality of the Raavelia Alpha slave camps, and finally, as part of her job as an Intel-Patrol agent. Sex meant little to her except a means to an end.
It had. Nothing good happened when it became something else.
So stop him.
She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Her tongue mated with Zeric’s, their breaths mingling and becoming one as he deepened the kiss. She moaned, the soft sound unlike anything she’d uttered before. It said, completely and emphatically, I’m yours .
No. I can’t be. It’ll only lead to pain. You know that.
I don’t care .
His hands brushed over her jaw line, cupping the sides of her face as his mouth drank from hers. The oh-so tender touch flooded her body—her heart—with warmth and she melted against him. The last time, their fucking had been wild and savage. This… this was different. Beautiful. She didn’t care how much it would hurt later—and there would be pain, it was unavoidable—right now, right at this very moment all she cared about was how he made her feel.
A shiver raced down her spine and her already tight nipples pinched rock-hard. One of Zeric’s palms pressed over it, the firm contact combining with the friction of her leather bra to send jolt after jolt of hot, wet sensations spearing into her pussy. His tongue continued to worship her mouth, delving, seeking and pleasuring before moving to her jaw, her ear. She dropped her head back, allowing him greater access to the column of her neck, sucking in a breath as he nipped lightly on the sensitive flesh just below her pulse. Her pussy constricted, warm moisture pooling in her womb.
How does he do this to me? You swore you’d never let a man effect you like this again. You swore you’d never—
He nudged one knee between her thighs, spreading her legs apart and settling his groin neatly against hers, his cock a smoldering rod of steel against her eager sex. She rolled her hips, grinding harder against that hot, throbbing organ, remembering what it felt like inside her. His teeth continued to travel over her flesh, down her neck, across her collarbone, getting harder, wilder, the closer his mouth drew to her breasts.
For a split second, an image of dilating pupils flashed through Jaienna’s head—golden irises changing, transforming. Wake up, girl! What are you doing ?
His fingers yanked at her brassiere, exposing her breasts to the air, her nipples to his mouth. His teeth sank into one aching peak as his knowing, skilled fingers teased, twisted and flicked the other.
What was she doing?
She didn’t know. She didn’t care.
“Here?” Zeric’s voice was a hot breath in her ear. “Or my quarters?”
She pulled back a little, gazing up at him. His eyes
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