Page 17 of Healer (The Outlander Book Club… in Space! #4)
My body arched against him, desperate for his touch again.
I traced my hands down his back, feeling the taut muscles rippling under my fingertips.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I moaned with renewed need.
All that mattered in this moment was Hakkar and my insatiable need for him to claim me.
A small whimper escaped my lips as he slowly pulled away, but in the next moment, I felt the swollen tip of his cock press firmly against the sensitive flesh between my legs.
He leaned over me, his muscular hands gently caressing my breasts as his warm lips grazed the delicate skin of my ear.
The mix of pleasure and anticipation sent shivers down my spine, and I arched against him, begging for more.
“Do you want this Aggie?” His voice was strained, almost unrecognizable, and dripping with desperation. “Do you want me?”
I felt his arms tremble as I clung to his shoulders, my own body aching for him. “Yes, oh please, yes. Please Hakkar,” I whimpered, my need for him overwhelming any sense of pride or restraint. “I want you so much.”
An animalistic groan tore from his lips, a guttural sound that caught me off guard and sent shivers down my spine.
His hands pressed into my hips, pulling me closer as he dropped his lips to my breasts, teasing and suckling.
Every inch of my body felt alive and responsive to his every move, and I knew no other man would ever make me feel like Hakkar could.
I felt my inner walls pulse and stretch as he entered me.
It wasn’t painful, despite Hakkar being double the size of any man I’d ever seen.
I wanted him that much. With a few shallow thrusts, he slowly worked his way inside, building up the anticipation and making me nearly insane with need.
Then, with one powerful motion, he drove his hips forward, burying himself deep inside my body.
Our voices merged into one as we cried out in pleasure, lost to the intense connection between us.
Hakkar began moving, deliberately and slowly, each thrust sending a surge of electricity through my body.
As his lips brushed against my ear, I shivered with pleasure and focused on the sensations racing through me.
The warmth of his breath, the gentle pressure of his teeth nibbling at my skin, and the thick, unyielding length of his cock moving in perfect rhythm within me.
His fingers danced over my sensitive nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from my lips with each touch.
With his every withdrawal, I felt my body spasm, begging for his return.
My entire being pulsed and throbbed, desperate for release.
Suddenly, he stilled, causing me to release a surprised squeak at the interruption.
“Look at me,” Hakkar commanded, his voice low and rough. “I want to see your face. I want to watch you fall apart in my arms.”
His intense golden gaze locked with mine as he resumed thrusting, each movement sending tingles of pleasure through my body.
“Aggie,” he moaned my name like a prayer. His pace quickened and I felt him building towards climax.
A surge of pleasure coursed through me as his rock-hard cock touched the deepest depth of my being.
Each ridge and vein of his shaft ignited a fire, building with each thrust until my body erupted with a powerful orgasm that crashed over me like a tidal wave made of flame.
The sensation was electric, filling every inch of me with a pulsating euphoria that left me breathless and trembling in his arms.
With a loud roar, Hakkar found his own pleasure. Hot streams of his essence coated my inner walls with heat and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly as he shuddered with release.
We lay together, trembling in the aftermath, limbs entangled like vines, and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The world faded away, leaving just the two of us lost in this blissful dance of desire.
I felt so perfectly sated that movement was out of the question. It was all I could do to remember how to breathe. This was more than just sex. This was more than just burning off the stress of the day. This was the union of two souls intertwined. This was… perfect.
The future stretched out before me with an endless sea of possibilities.
A future filled with joy and bliss, a future that I longed to run towards hand in hand with Hakkar by my side.
With ALS still lurking under my skin, every step forward felt like a leap of faith, but I had never felt more sure or determined in my life.
With a definite groan of regret, Hakkar slid out of me, rolling onto his back and drawing me against his chest. His fingertips tickled up and down my spine, feeling like the dance of tiny mouse feet.
“Are you okay?” His voice sounded tentative, as though he expected me to say no.
Fat chance.
“Better than okay,” I tilted my head so I could gaze at him, a satisfied, radiant smile curving my lips. “And you?”
Hakkar snorted like it was the stupidest question he’d ever heard.
“I am perfect, my beautiful Aggie,” he murmured, brushing strands of sex-mussed hair from my forehead.
He wasn’t wrong about that. There was one thing I’d like to know, though.
“Why did you call me Aggie?”
“You dislike it?” Concern flashed across his handsome face.
“No. I do like it.” I quickly soothed his worry. “It’s just that no one else ever called me that… except my father, and I wondered why you did.”
Hakkar shrugged, a glint of sheepishness crossing his features.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged again, his cheeks darkening in a way I found absolutely adorable. “I wanted to call some something... special. Something just for me.”
“I like that,” I whispered, reaching up to pull his lips to mine.
I liked it a lot.