Raptor's Desire (A Planet Desire novelette)(5)

He followed the moisture as it trailed down her cheek. His chest expanded with a deep sigh, and he leaned forward to lick the tear from her face. “Andromeda, you were mine from the moment you first touched me. Soon, you will know this as truth.” Then he sealed his mouth over hers and kissed her, soothing her, caressing her mouth.

She sobbed against him and brought her hands to his head, gripping his hair to deepen the kiss.

Khalim slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained in her warm well. He swirled his hips, teasing her—torturing himself.

She broke the kiss and stared at him. Khalim knew she didn’t believe his words—would she read the promise in his eyes?

He let the rush of pleasure sweep over him and slammed inside her, all the way to her womb, before withdrawing and plunging inside her again. He’d give her this pleasure…then shape her desire all over again.

Urgency built inside him as he thrust into her body. He concentrated on the feel of her warm, tight channel as it constricted tightly around his cock, pulling him inexorably deeper.

Her hands glided down his back, squeezing and kneading, urging him to move faster.

His hips pistoned, causing the water lapping at their bodies to froth. Friction heated his cock until the urge to release tightened his body, rising from his thighs and hardening his balls. Knowing he was ready to come, he sought to bring her with him and ground his hips into her * at the end of each long stroke, rubbing the hair of his groin against her clit.

Andromeda mewed like a kitten, her nails biting into the flesh of his ass as she slammed her hips into his.

Khalim, spurred by her frantic movements beneath him, let the first wave of his release wash over him, carrying him toward the peak. He pumped once, twice, and then groaned. Come jetted, lubricating his long, hard strokes. His arms trembled, but he continued to thrust until Andromeda gasped and tightened her cunt, arms, and legs around him.

And still he pounded into her, drawing out her orgasm until she keened long and loudly. When finally she lay spent beneath him, he gathered her close, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. Her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders.

“Forgive me. I pushed you too far.” He nuzzled her cheek with his nose, while his hands glided up and down her back. This aftermath was sweeter than any he had ever known. He had never wanted to linger inside a pleasure-giver’s body after reaching his satisfaction. But Andromeda’s sweet warmth and spicy scent bound him.

“Khalim,” she said, her voice raspy, “I can’t give you what you ask.”

The sound of his name on her lips filled his soul with warmth. “Why do you believe that?” he asked softly.

She hugged him. “You’re wanted for high crimes against the Dominion. I’ve already promised to deliver you. And I’d be a fool to believe you are anything other than what the governor told me.”

Khalim kissed the top of her head and rubbed his chin there. “If I tell you that I committed no crimes and my only sin is my race, would you believe me?”

“But why would the Dominion do that?” Her hands lazily kneaded the muscles along his spine. “They’re tolerant of many races and species.”

“My planet and my people hold secrets deep within themselves. Some inside the Dominion would punish us for not sharing those secrets.”

Her mouth skimmed his collarbone. “Are they so valuable?”

With his heart pounding from her tender kisses, he whispered, “Priceless.”

She leaned away from him and looked into his face. Her somber expression was softened by her kiss-swollen lips and rosy cheeks. “Is this dream-making part of your treasure?”

“Do you now believe I brought you here?” he asked, squeezing her ass as he ground his reawakening cock into her.

Her lips opened around a soundless gasp, but she nodded. “I should be furious. You manipulated me when I thought I was safe inside a dream.”

With a small rueful smile, he replied, “I only meant to bring you to Qahir-Jadiid to speak with you.”

“Then why did you seduce me?” Her moss-colored eyes looked troubled.

“You appeared lonely.” His smile stretched. “And you were naked. I didn’t envision that—you wanted us without clothing.”

Her blush deepened. “I don’t have the power to shape the outcome of our shared dreams. You created the fantasy.”

“You’re wrong. And this isn’t really a dream.” He flexed his hips and withdrew partway, before sliding back inside her.

Her fingers clutched his back as tightly as her inner muscles gloved his cock. “While we’re here, our bodies are still aboard the ship, right?” she asked breathlessly.

He wondered how she held the trail of their conversation. Her hot channel squeezed and caressed his rigid flesh, stealing his thoughts. He could only manage a nod and circled his hips.

“Then it’s a dream—this isn’t real.” She sounded relieved, and her hips answered with a delicate thrust.

Frustration over her stubborn denial of what they shared cleared his brain. “It’s more than a dream,” he ground out. “Has any dream of yours ever been this vivid?” He held her hips still and stared into her eyes. “What we experience here together is mutually remembered—and therefore real. If I were merely forming a vision for you to experience, you would have no choice.”