chided.
Fremma looked at her as his lips quirked. “A fool in love,” he whispered.
Chelan watched him as his eyes closed. “Our time will come, my love. We just have to be patient.”
They lay quietly and unspeaking all afternoon as Fremma drifted in and out of sleep. Finally, Chelan began to wonder about Korba’s return. She sat up, and Fremma’s eyes opened to her. “Can I help you undress or get you anything before I go?”
“No,” he smiled. “I just need some more rest.”
“What about Dr. Stose? Maybe we should get you something for the pain.”
He shook his head. “No medications. I am fine.” He reached for her, and his fingers feathered over her face. “You are the only drug I require.”
Chelan’s heart liquefied. She took his hand in hers and pressed his fingers to her lips. “I will return tomorrow. Dredon may also be here to help me with the gown for the Koll, if that is okay?”
Fremma nodded weakly. “So, Korba presents you then, does he?”
Chelan detected the hint of bitterness in his words, and she touched his cheek gently, not at all sure what to say.
Fremma looked at her, a small smile returning. “I will be there,” he whispered. “I would not miss your introduction to our people for the galaxy. I know you will be stunning.”
“Thank you,” she murmured. She leaned over and kissed him tenderly. “I love you, my dear warrior.”
“I love you, sweet lady,” and he squeezed her hand. “Until tomorrow?”
Chelan smiled and nodded. Then she left his bed and hurried back to the Command Center.
Once there, she went straight to the shower. Chelan knew Korba had granted her permission with his blessings to be intimate with Fremma, and he knew they had been together all afternoon. But she would wash Fremma’s scent from her body out of her Earthly respect for Korba, for his keen senses would not fail in detecting it.
It was late by the time she finished showering, and Chelan was tired. It was Iceanean night, and she had been awake all day with no naps. Even when she had lain with Fremma, she was too happy to be in his arms to let sleep rob her of any precious time with him. Now she was exhausted.
She didn’t bother to put on her gown as she left the workout area and entered the sleeping chambers, immediately crawling into the massive, cool bed. She had no sooner closed her eyes than she sensed a figure looming over her. Chelan turned and looked up into Korba’s glowing azure gaze.
Despite her fatigue, her body stirred. She did not speak, but her unspent desire kindled by Fremma consumed her.
Korba sat on the bed and followed her every move with his catlike eyes as she slipped from the sheets and knelt beside him. “I see you are going to interfere with my sleep, my Lady.”
Chelan did not answer. She peered at him coyly and reached down through his shroud. Her fingers brushed over his male softness, and then she stopped. “Speak now your objections, my Lord, or forever hold your peace.”
She watched him closely in the dim light, but he remained still and silent. Then his eyes lit with a blue flame, betraying his response and his wishes.
Korba grabbed her sensuous body. His appetite for her had hit him soon after he left her in the morning, and near the end of his meeting he could barely contain himself. Thoughts of lavishing himself with her full femininity and plunging into her deep warmth had plagued him all day long, and now his time had come.
With potent grace, he rose and deftly turned her to her stomach, pressing her into the bed. Taking the time only to remove his gloves, he spread her legs wide. He lay over her and sheathed himself deeply in one indulgent thrust. Chelan gasped, tilting her shapely bottom toward him, encouraging him to take her deeper still. His hands slipped under her, clasping her full breasts and squeezing her nipples hard.
He penetrated her several times before rising to his knees, his hands lifting her hips with him. He looked down,
Fremma looked at her as his lips quirked. “A fool in love,” he whispered.
Chelan watched him as his eyes closed. “Our time will come, my love. We just have to be patient.”
They lay quietly and unspeaking all afternoon as Fremma drifted in and out of sleep. Finally, Chelan began to wonder about Korba’s return. She sat up, and Fremma’s eyes opened to her. “Can I help you undress or get you anything before I go?”
“No,” he smiled. “I just need some more rest.”
“What about Dr. Stose? Maybe we should get you something for the pain.”
He shook his head. “No medications. I am fine.” He reached for her, and his fingers feathered over her face. “You are the only drug I require.”
Chelan’s heart liquefied. She took his hand in hers and pressed his fingers to her lips. “I will return tomorrow. Dredon may also be here to help me with the gown for the Koll, if that is okay?”
Fremma nodded weakly. “So, Korba presents you then, does he?”
Chelan detected the hint of bitterness in his words, and she touched his cheek gently, not at all sure what to say.
Fremma looked at her, a small smile returning. “I will be there,” he whispered. “I would not miss your introduction to our people for the galaxy. I know you will be stunning.”
“Thank you,” she murmured. She leaned over and kissed him tenderly. “I love you, my dear warrior.”
“I love you, sweet lady,” and he squeezed her hand. “Until tomorrow?”
Chelan smiled and nodded. Then she left his bed and hurried back to the Command Center.
Once there, she went straight to the shower. Chelan knew Korba had granted her permission with his blessings to be intimate with Fremma, and he knew they had been together all afternoon. But she would wash Fremma’s scent from her body out of her Earthly respect for Korba, for his keen senses would not fail in detecting it.
It was late by the time she finished showering, and Chelan was tired. It was Iceanean night, and she had been awake all day with no naps. Even when she had lain with Fremma, she was too happy to be in his arms to let sleep rob her of any precious time with him. Now she was exhausted.
She didn’t bother to put on her gown as she left the workout area and entered the sleeping chambers, immediately crawling into the massive, cool bed. She had no sooner closed her eyes than she sensed a figure looming over her. Chelan turned and looked up into Korba’s glowing azure gaze.
Despite her fatigue, her body stirred. She did not speak, but her unspent desire kindled by Fremma consumed her.
Korba sat on the bed and followed her every move with his catlike eyes as she slipped from the sheets and knelt beside him. “I see you are going to interfere with my sleep, my Lady.”
Chelan did not answer. She peered at him coyly and reached down through his shroud. Her fingers brushed over his male softness, and then she stopped. “Speak now your objections, my Lord, or forever hold your peace.”
She watched him closely in the dim light, but he remained still and silent. Then his eyes lit with a blue flame, betraying his response and his wishes.
Korba grabbed her sensuous body. His appetite for her had hit him soon after he left her in the morning, and near the end of his meeting he could barely contain himself. Thoughts of lavishing himself with her full femininity and plunging into her deep warmth had plagued him all day long, and now his time had come.
With potent grace, he rose and deftly turned her to her stomach, pressing her into the bed. Taking the time only to remove his gloves, he spread her legs wide. He lay over her and sheathed himself deeply in one indulgent thrust. Chelan gasped, tilting her shapely bottom toward him, encouraging him to take her deeper still. His hands slipped under her, clasping her full breasts and squeezing her nipples hard.
He penetrated her several times before rising to his knees, his hands lifting her hips with him. He looked down,
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