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Tam stayed silent, throughout the trip back to their quarters. Nissa cast nervous glances his direction, but he decided to let her wonder. She had kept him in the dark constantly lately. The veins and tendons stood out on his forearm, where he’d rolled up the sleeves of his flight-suit. His grip was firm around the pole he grasped to keep them upright as the train car jostled on the tracks.
He held Nissa closely, tucked under one arm, securely between his thighs, every cell in his body alive, as always, at her proximity. He needed her touch. The other warriors on the train nodded at them politely when they exited at their stop. He held her elbow, moving quickly.
“You’re angry,” she said and he ignored her.
She hissed with displeasure when he propelled her through their door. Eyes narrowed, fists clenched, she rounded on him. “You’re being unreasonable.”
Tam narrowed his eyes back at her and took a step towards her, unbuckling the straps that held his knives in place. He carefully hung them on the, wall-hooks beside the door. She backed up. He unhooked his thigh holsters, keeping his eyes glued to hers. Hung them on the hooks along with his rezal blaster.
“You can’t just manhandle me into doing what you want,” she spoke, as she continued her retreat.
He dropped the shoulder straps of his back holster, and unclipped his nustal. Its sheath clattered lightly when it touched the wall.
Tam smiled and cocked his head to the side. “I can,” he said, closing in on her, and whipped his shirt over his head. “I’m bigger.” When her gaze dropped to the muscles of his stomach, she licked her lips. He didn’t bother to hide a smirk.
“We need to talk,” she said.
“All you’ve done today is talk.” He continued his steady pursuit. “No more talking.”
When her thighs hit the back of the sofa, her eyes widened.
“You did that on purpose,” she said, accusingly, and Tam smiled again. He closed his hands around the skirt of her dress, pulling it over her head as she sputtered. He threw it across the room and spun her around.
“Tam,” she said, trying to turn back around.
He fisted his hand in her hair, and pressed her down over the sofa’s back, forcing her ass high in the air.
“This isn’t….” She broke off with an elegant grunt when, in a single fluid motion, he released his swollen cock from his pants and shoved it home, entering her dripping pussy in a single violent thrust. With a groan of surrender, she arched her back, pressing that luscious ass against him. Her hair curled over the sofa, veiling her face, shining like flames. The thick girth of his cock disappeared inside of her. He marveled that he fit.
Reaching around her, he traced a circle around her slick clit and was rewarded by the little sounds she made in the back of her throat when she was close. He pounded into her harder, and when she came, the muscles of her pussy shuttered, sucking him deeper.
He lost track of how many times he came inside of her, how many times she gasped, and squealed and shuddered her own orgasms, but a river of their come dripped down her thighs to pool on the floor at her feet.
She panted, draped, limply over the sofa. “I’m not sure I can take anymore.”
“You’ll take it,” he said, tracing a hand down the sinuous dip of her spine, and through the cheeks of her ass right down to the perfect little puckered opening. He gathered some of the slippery fluid from her thighs and used it to lubricate a finger. She tensed as his finger pressed into the tight channel. “You’ll take everything I give you.”
“I don’t kn…”
“Ssshhh,” he said and shoved his finger deeper. She squealed. Using his other hand, he stroked her clit again. “Come for me again, eyana. Come on my big cock like a good girl.” He circled his hips and wiggled the finger in her ass. Leaning forward he took her earlobe in his teeth and bit down gently, letting the hair on his jaw graze her neck. She bucked beneath him.
Gods, he loved the sounds she made when she came, and this orgasm wrenched out of her like demon from hell, she twisted and clawed at the sofa, screaming. He rode her until she stilled. He kept his finger in her ass, shushing and soothing her as she came down from the high. With his free hand, he scooped some of their come and held it to her lips. She sucked, cooing sleepily.
“You need me,” Tam said.
She didn’t answer, just sucked happily at his glistening fingers. He thrust his hips hard. “You need me,” he repeated. “You need my cock,” he said, thrusting his hips again.
She made a noise half way between acceptance and denial. “Say it,” he said and thrust. “Tell me.”
“I need you, I need your cock,” she said in a keening wale that was part surrender, part accusation. “I need your come.”
He pulled fingers from her mouth and ass to palm her breasts.
“Yes,” he said thrusting so hard the sofa lurched over the grey carpet. “You do,” he said as the final pulsing jet of serum tore out of his balls. He threw his head back and shouted with the power of the release, his hips moving fiercely. “And I fucking need you. Always.”
He rested his head on the damp skin of her back, feeling the fine bones of her spine under his cheek, and wrapped both of his arms around her ribcage, squeezing her tight. She mewled when he pulled his cock out.
He felt like a bastard.
He picked her up gently, with an arm under her knees, and she turned her face into his neck. She fell asleep the minute he lay her on their bed.
She looked so beautiful, lying there with her legs spread wide, and trusting, her mouth slightly open. He felt a stab of guilt. She was so small. He should be more gentle with her. He pulled the covers over her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
He’d never get enough of her. Not in a million years. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He just prayed she never asked him to give her up.