his swollen member embedded deep in her slippery folds. She buried her face in the pillows as he reached around her hips to her ripe flesh, stroking her, teasing her, tantalizing her until she exploded around him. She raised her head and cried out, her muscles clenching hard.
Not waiting for her tremors to subside, he held her hips firmly with one hand and fisted her hair with the other, drawing her tightly to him. He plunged deep, his shroud enveloping them both, his need primal. There was nothing gentle about this lovemaking. He sought release within her, and his thrusts were unrelenting.
Chelan welcomed it all as his impacts sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. And just as she came again, he cleaved into her hard, a guttural purr of satisfaction rising from his chest as he orgasmed. He released her hair, and she sagged down to the bed, taking him with her. They were both exhausted, both thoroughly sated, and neither wished to move from one another, ever.
Chapter 2
Korba awoke first, feeling refreshed and ready to assume his command, but he knew there was no rush. The Rigilean battle had been one of the fiercest he had ever fought, and he had come closer to death than ever before. To spend as much time as possible with his woman was a gift, a gift he had almost forfeited, and he was determined to savor as many precious moments with her as he could. He would wait for Chelan to awaken, and in the meantime, he was more than content to lie quietly beside her.
He wondered how it had gone with Fremma the day before, realizing that Chelan would have been ecstatic to see the warrior up and around. He was also perceptive enough to notice her pent-up need, and had therefore deduced that Fremma was still not entirely well. Korba had witnessed the desire Fremma possessed for Chelan when they had played the war game in the Command Center only a few days previous, and Korba knew that only severe pain would have prevented Fremma from taking her. That was, of course, assuming Chelan would follow through on her commitment to the man. But Korba knew that Chelan would remain as true to her word as he was to his.
Korba smiled as she stirred. He caressed her cool, exposed arm, hearing her murmur contentedly at his touch. She turned and looked up at him dreamily. “Morning,” she whispered.
“Morning.” He bent over and kissed her tenderly.
“Today’s the day, hey?” she commented lazily. “My Lord once again becomes Lord of his ship.”
“Uh huh,” he breathed, his mind intent on her rather than his impending command.
Chelan’s expression changed suddenly. She reached for his smooth face and stroked his cheek. “Will I see much of you?”
Korba’s lip quirked. “You will see plenty of me, Chelan. You will be by my side often after the Koll, learning our ways, meeting my people, and sharing my time while I am on duty.”
Chelan had not considered the fact that she had seen so little of Dar and Fremma over her long months on RIBUS 7 and 8 because of the secrecy surrounding her. She was not allowed to attend them outside of the Command Center. Once Korba presented her, that would no longer be a restricting factor. Chelan rolled to him, hugging tightly into his warm chest.
She snuggled into him, content to languish against him for an eternity, but soon her curiosity was piqued. There was a change about her black-haired Warlord. She could not pinpoint it exactly, but it was as if a sense of calm or an all-consuming serenity had enveloped him. Chelan had expected him to be anxious about his command, but instead she felt that somehow he had been reborn, a true inner peace permeating from him as he held her, his caress gentle and unhurried, his breathing soft.
Chelan looked up into his tranquil face and his brilliant blue eyes opened to hers. She continued to study him, searching for clues to the aura of pure harmony that surrounded him. He smiled at her and then slipped down from the pillows, nestling her head in the
Not waiting for her tremors to subside, he held her hips firmly with one hand and fisted her hair with the other, drawing her tightly to him. He plunged deep, his shroud enveloping them both, his need primal. There was nothing gentle about this lovemaking. He sought release within her, and his thrusts were unrelenting.
Chelan welcomed it all as his impacts sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. And just as she came again, he cleaved into her hard, a guttural purr of satisfaction rising from his chest as he orgasmed. He released her hair, and she sagged down to the bed, taking him with her. They were both exhausted, both thoroughly sated, and neither wished to move from one another, ever.
Chapter 2
Korba awoke first, feeling refreshed and ready to assume his command, but he knew there was no rush. The Rigilean battle had been one of the fiercest he had ever fought, and he had come closer to death than ever before. To spend as much time as possible with his woman was a gift, a gift he had almost forfeited, and he was determined to savor as many precious moments with her as he could. He would wait for Chelan to awaken, and in the meantime, he was more than content to lie quietly beside her.
He wondered how it had gone with Fremma the day before, realizing that Chelan would have been ecstatic to see the warrior up and around. He was also perceptive enough to notice her pent-up need, and had therefore deduced that Fremma was still not entirely well. Korba had witnessed the desire Fremma possessed for Chelan when they had played the war game in the Command Center only a few days previous, and Korba knew that only severe pain would have prevented Fremma from taking her. That was, of course, assuming Chelan would follow through on her commitment to the man. But Korba knew that Chelan would remain as true to her word as he was to his.
Korba smiled as she stirred. He caressed her cool, exposed arm, hearing her murmur contentedly at his touch. She turned and looked up at him dreamily. “Morning,” she whispered.
“Morning.” He bent over and kissed her tenderly.
“Today’s the day, hey?” she commented lazily. “My Lord once again becomes Lord of his ship.”
“Uh huh,” he breathed, his mind intent on her rather than his impending command.
Chelan’s expression changed suddenly. She reached for his smooth face and stroked his cheek. “Will I see much of you?”
Korba’s lip quirked. “You will see plenty of me, Chelan. You will be by my side often after the Koll, learning our ways, meeting my people, and sharing my time while I am on duty.”
Chelan had not considered the fact that she had seen so little of Dar and Fremma over her long months on RIBUS 7 and 8 because of the secrecy surrounding her. She was not allowed to attend them outside of the Command Center. Once Korba presented her, that would no longer be a restricting factor. Chelan rolled to him, hugging tightly into his warm chest.
She snuggled into him, content to languish against him for an eternity, but soon her curiosity was piqued. There was a change about her black-haired Warlord. She could not pinpoint it exactly, but it was as if a sense of calm or an all-consuming serenity had enveloped him. Chelan had expected him to be anxious about his command, but instead she felt that somehow he had been reborn, a true inner peace permeating from him as he held her, his caress gentle and unhurried, his breathing soft.
Chelan looked up into his tranquil face and his brilliant blue eyes opened to hers. She continued to study him, searching for clues to the aura of pure harmony that surrounded him. He smiled at her and then slipped down from the pillows, nestling her head in the
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