Page 79 of Meteor Storm

“I want to remember what it feels like to be inside you, Penny,” he said between kisses, those words making my pussy flutter with need.

“Then do it.”

His lips crashed hard into mine once more, his hand sliding around the back of my neck as his other dove down between us. I rose up a little higher, moving my hips until the tip of his cock was notched at my entrance. I recalled the pain the last time, but I didn’t care. I wanted him anyways. Desperately. I wanted to feel that overwhelming claim he had made over me.

As he slowly lifted his hips, I began to sink down onto his length, relishing the way I began to stretch around him. At my small whimper, Thilar stopped, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted all of him. I wanted to give him all the pleasure he wanted and deserved.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped.

I shook my head. “You’re not.”

I started to sink further onto his girth, taking him deeper as I claimed his mouth in another ravenous kiss. The stretch made me ache, but I was so damn wet, he slid in with incredible ease. When he could go no deeper, Thilar let out a throaty, relieved sound that made me want to bend to his every will.

Braced on my hands, I said, “I want to feel you come.”

His breath shuddered out of him like my words were nails lightly scraping down his skin.

He tugged me toward him and kissed me hard, unrestrained, and then gripped my hip with his free hand. And as soon as his tongue delved deep into my mouth, he began to move, pumping his hips upward. Slow at first, but gradually his movements hastened. I moaned against his mouth, my core swelling with heat at every thrust. When I felt like I was suffocating, I pulled from our kiss and dropped onto my elbows, gasping for air. The sound of Thilar’s rugged breaths sawing out of him woke every sleeping nerve in my body.

I didn’t know how, but I needed to feel him deeper. Harder. I needed to remember what it was like to have him inside me long after we parted ways, so I began to rock against him, encouraging him to lose control. To take what he needed at whatever pace he desired.

“Whatever you want, Thilar,” I panted. “Take it.”

He grabbed my hips with both hands, moving me against him. He quickly abandoned the control he held so dear and he fucked me, his body tensing for the oncoming release. I pressed my mouth to his neck, screwing my eyes shut as my walls tightened possessively around him. His fingers bit into my flesh, marking me, and I could sense every fiber of his body reaching for that pinnacle he’d been denying himself. I wanted to see him lose his grip and unravel. I wanted it so desperately. I turned my nose into his neck and I breathed him in, whimpering softly into his ear before I opened my mouth and bit down on the skin just beneath his ear.

He groaned, throwing his head back and thrusting deep, burying himself to the hilt inside my tight channel. I felt his almost unbearably hot seed flood my insides and like a match striking and igniting, my own orgasm rushed up on me with little warning. I bit into him harder, confident that even if I meant to break his flesh, I couldn’t. He breathed in clipped and uneven gasps, his body twitching beneath me like the pang of my bite had thrown him over the edge. And every time a wave of pleasure hit him, it made the remnants of my own release that much more potent. My whole body was rippling with torturous awareness as the climax ebbed, leaving me a shaking mess astride Thilar’s form.

Cum leaked from inside me and as filthy as it was, I wanted nothing more than to savor the feeling—the sense of being filled with Thilar until I could not contain him. The thought of him marking my body like I’d marked his, though, already, the crescent marks of my blunt teeth were fading.

Slowly, the two of us caught our breath. He brought his hand up and combed the hair from my face. As he did, I found the strength to lift my head and look at his heavy eyes.

“I don’t like that this felt like a goodbye,” I muttered.

“Neither do I,” he returned, breaking my spirit a little.

He’d been reassuring in every way, but he couldn’t reassure me about that.

There was a lot more that I wanted to say. A lot more that I wanted to complain about and scream about, but I couldn’t. I didn’t feel that it was worth it. So, I laid my head against his broad chest and I savored his heat. The sound of his steady heartbeat. I savored every bit of it because soon, it would all be relinquished to my memories.

24: Thilar

“Is that it?” Penny asked, standing next to me on the bridge where we gazed out toward Jar’tool, a small, mostly uninhabitable planet with limited uses, one of them being the small settlement on the equator that acted as a trade station.

The Edda was already orbiting it. It was a massive colony ship made up of hundreds of habitation vessels all pieced together in a harmonious ring surrounding a central life-support sphere.

“Yes, that’s it,” I said.

Yuros stepped up beside me as the Qohaan made its approach. When the ship jerked a little, Penny grabbed my forearm, bracing herself.

“What was that?”

“The Edda has a gravitational pull,” I said.

“Naan and Kora will be your primaries,” Yuros informed me. “I have no doubt they’ve gone over everything I’ve sent as well as Prince Kaelth’s message thoroughly.” His eyes made a brief pass over Penny. “Coincidentally, there is another that has requested a meeting with the clerics. A valerian general is on the Edda as we speak with his human mate negotiating the use of our forces in their newly rekindled conflict with the gek’tal.”

Penny perked up as if wanting to know what Yuros was saying.

“What is he saying?” she asked me.