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He pressed her into the mattress, all hard muscle and burning skin. She bit her lip as his cock slid against her thigh, heavy and thick. She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his length, feeling him throb in her grasp. Fuck, he was huge.

"Fuck," he groaned, hips jerking into her touch. "That feels so good."

Stroking him experimentally, she learned the feel of him-silky skin stretched over steel, a bead of moisture at the tip. His cock was as big as the rest of him and she resisted the urge to press her thighs together. Could she take him or was he too big?

His hand snaked between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. A groan tore from his throat as his fingers slipped through her folds. "Already wet for me."

One thick finger circled her entrance before pushing inside, making her gasp. A second joined it, stretching her deliciously. His thumb found her clit, pressing and circling until her hips bucked against his hand.

"Oh god," she moaned, clinging to his shoulders. "Please."

"Please, what?" he asked, voice rough. He curled his fingers inside her, finding the spot that made her see stars. "Tell me what you need."

"You," she gasped. "Inside me. Now."

His eyes locked on hers hungrily. "I want you on top."

She blinked. "What? Why?"

"Because I want to watch you." His free hand stroked up her side, cupping her breast possessively. "Want to see your face when you take all of me."

His fingers twisted inside her, making her arch and cry out. "I want you to set the pace. Take what you can handle."

She nodded, desperate to feel him inside her.

He flipped them again, settling back against the pillows with her straddling his hips. His cock stood proudly between them, thick and intimidating. She swallowed hard. Shit there was no way she could take him. He'd split her in two.

He cupped her face, making her look at him. "You can take me, sweetheart. All of me." His thumb traced her lower lip. "We'll go slow."

She nodded, positioning herself above him. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, hot and insistent. Slowly, she sank down, taking just the tip inside.

"Oh," she gasped at the stretch, the fullness. Even just the head felt enormous.

"That's it," he encouraged, big hands settling on her hips. "Take a little more. Good girl."

The praise sent a thrill through her. She arched her back and sank lower, taking another inch, and feeling herself stretch around him.

"So fucking tight," he growled, jaw clenched with the effort of restraint. "So perfect."

Working herself down gradually, she took more, gasping at the delicious fullness. When she was halfway down his length, she paused, breathing hard.

"You're doing so well," he murmured, one hand sliding up to cup her breast. "Taking my cock so beautifully." His thumb brushed her nipple, then he tweaked it, making a bolt of pleasure lance through her to her clit. It throbbed as she clenched around him. "That's it. Relax for me."

"I don't know if I can -"

She rocked experimentally, taking him a little deeper with each slight movement.

"You can," he assured her, eyes dark with desire. "Just a little more. You're taking me so well, being such a good girl for me."

Something about those words, the praise in his voice, made her want to please him, to take all of him despite the challenge. She sank lower, gasping as he filled her impossibly full. The initial burn of the stretch faded, replaced by a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"That's it," he encouraged, voice strained. "Almost there."

She settled fully onto him with a determined breath, taking him to the hilt. They both groaned at the sensation-her stretched around his thick length, him buried deep inside her tight heat. His cock throbbed in her depths.

"Fuck," he breathed, hands tightening on her hips. "You did it." Pride and something deeper colored his voice. "Look at you, so perfect with my cock inside you."

Hands sliding down, he parted her pussy lips, eyes darkening as he looked at where they were joined. "Fuck, that's hot."

She felt oddly triumphant, then rolled her hips, gasping at the sensation.

"Feel good?" he asked, watching her face with burning intensity.

"Yes," she managed, circling her hips again.

His hands guided her into a rhythm, lifting her slightly before letting her sink back down. "That's it. Ride me."

She followed his guidance, establishing a pace that had them both gasping. The drag of his cock inside her, the stretch of her body around his girth, the way he hit spots so deep inside her it was overwhelming, and perfect.

"Davis," she moaned, hands braced on his chest for leverage.

"Right here," he replied, one hand sliding between them to find her clit. "Gonna make you come on my cock."

His fingers circled her sensitive bud, adding a new layer of sensation. She moved faster, taking him deeper, chasing the pleasure building inside her. His hips rose to meet each downstroke, driving him impossibly deeper.

"That's it," he groaned, watching where their bodies joined. "You were made for me. Your pussy was made for my cock."

The crude words, the possession in his voice, pushed her higher. She moved with increasing urgency, feeling the tension coil tighter.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, fingers working faster between her legs. "Tell me this pussy is mine."

"Yours," she gasped, beyond shame or hesitation. "All yours."

"Mine," he growled, thrusting up harder. "Mine to fuck. Mine to fill."

The possessiveness in his voice, the relentless pressure of his fingers on her clit, the fullness of his cock inside her it all converged at once, pushing her over the edge. Pleasure crashed through her in violent waves, her inner walls clenching hard around his thick length.

"Davis!" His name tore from her throat as she came, her body convulsing around him.

"Fuck yes," he groaned. "So beautiful when you come."

She collapsed onto his chest, trembling with aftershocks, but he wasn't done. In one swift move, he rolled them over, still buried deep inside her.

"Not finished with you yet," he growled against her neck, hips already moving. "Need more. Need to come inside you."

He set a relentless pace, driving into her with controlled power. Each thrust sent aftershocks of pleasure through her already sensitized body. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Perfect," he panted, bracing himself above her, the cords standing out in his powerful neck. "So tight. Mine ."

She watched his face as he chased his release the intensity in his strange blue-gold eyes, the flush spreading across his cheekbones, the way his jaw clenched with each thrust. Beautiful, primal, something beyond entirely human. And utterly hers.

"Come for me," she urged, tightening her inner muscles around him. "I need to feel you."

A groan tore from his throat, his rhythm faltering. "Mira -"

"I want you," she whispered, pulling him closer. "Give it to me."

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, and his whole body tensed.

He came with a growl, cock jerking and pulsing deep inside her.

The feel of him bathing her inner walls with his hot seed triggered another climax and she cried out.

His arms gave out, weight collapsing onto her, face buried in her neck as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

For long moments, they lay tangled together. Sweat cooled on their skin as their breathing gradually slowed. He stayed inside her, still hard, but neither of them pulled away.

"Okay?" he finally murmured against her throat.

She nodded, unable to find words for the tangle of emotions inside her. Satisfaction, yes, but something deeper too. A sense of rightness, of belonging, that frightened her with its intensity.

He moved, finally slipping free of her body. Instead of pulling away, he gathered her against his side, tucking her head under his chin.

"Still need to monitor my vitals?" he asked, amusement coloring his voice.

She huffed a laugh against his chest. "Pretty sure we just broke every monitoring protocol Jex established."

"It was worth it," he declared, kissing the top of her head.

"Mmm," she agreed, already feeling sleep tugging at her. "But if you collapse again after this, I'm telling Covak why."

His chest rumbled with laughter beneath her cheek. "Deal."

* * *

Light from passing stars filtered through the viewport, casting a pale glow across Davis's quarters.

He hadn't slept. Not really. His body hummed with lingering energy despite hours of exertion that should have exhausted him.

Whatever changes were happening to him, increased stamina was definitely one benefit.

He propped himself up on one elbow, gaze locked on Mira's sleeping form beside him.

She lay sprawled on her stomach, the sheet draped low across her ass, revealing the smooth expanse of her back.

Her blonde hair spilled across his pillow in tangled waves, and his cock hardened at the memory of wrapping the silky strands around his fist last night.

She'd finally passed out about an hour ago, her body surrendering to exhaustion after he'd taken her for the fourth-or was it fifth?-time. He'd lost count somewhere between bending her over the edge of the bed and the moment she'd straddled him again, riding his cock like a pro.

He ran his fingertips lightly down the curve of her back, admiring the sight of her in his bed. She was his. All his.

Murmuring something in her sleep, she shifted slightly. The movement dislodged the sheet further, exposing the curve of her ass. His cock throbbed painfully, already rock hard and ready to go again.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her hip in a gentle kiss. An apology and a claim all at once. She stirred at the contact, murmuring his name as she rolled onto her back, her legs falling open slightly.

The invitation was too tempting to resist. He moved between her thighs, leaning over to kiss her nipples before trailing kisses down her stomach.

The scent of her arousal, mixed with the lingering evidence of their night together, made his cock throb against the sheets.

He groaned as he reached the apex of her thighs, inhaling deeply before running his tongue through her folds.

Fuck, she tasted incredible. He lapped at her slowly, savoring the taste as her body responded even in sleep, her pussy growing wetter with each stroke of his tongue.

He circled her clit, flicking and teasing it with his tongue.

Her breathing changed, becoming shallower as she hovered between sleep and wakefulness.

He pushed her thighs wider, exposing all of her to his hungry gaze.

His cock throbbed painfully, demanding attention.

He shifted, reaching down to palm himself, wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft while his mouth continued working her pussy.

Her eyes flew open, and she arched, a soft moan tearing from her throat as he worked her clit with his tongue and fucked her with his fingers. The sound went straight to his cock.

"Davis," she gasped, one hand tangling in his hair, pulling him harder against her.

He doubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while his tongue flicked rapidly across the sensitive bud. His fingers continued their teasing exploration, and his hand moved faster on his cock.

"Oh god, yes, right there," she panted, grinding against his face.

He growled against her clit, the vibration pushing her closer to the edge.

His comm unit chirped, shattering the moment.

"Fuck," he muttered, reluctantly pulling away from between her thighs. If it was Ryke with some bullshit mission update that could have waited...

"Rise and shine, loverboy," Covak's rumbling voice filled the room, too loud in the quiet morning. "Or should I say, rise again? According to these medical readings, you've been rising all night."

Davis groaned, glancing at Mira as she panted on the bed, splayed out in front of him like a sacrifice to some pagan god.

"What do you want, Covak?" he growled, keeping his voice low.

"Just checking on my patient," the Vorrtan medic replied, amusement thick in his voice.

"Though I must say, your... recovery has been more vigorous than anticipated.

The medical logs are quite impressive. Heart rate spikes, adrenaline surges, endorphin releases.

.. all recorded regularly throughout the night. "

Heat crawled up Davis's neck.

"You've been watching my vitals while-? That's perverted even for you."

Covak's booming laugh was too loud. "Not watching, just monitoring. For medical purposes only, of course."

"Of course," he echoed dryly. "Is there a point to this call?"

"As much as I'd love to let you continue your sexual marathon," Covak said, "Ryke wants everyone assembled in thirty minutes. We've reached the Leranian sector."

His hand stilled on his cock. "Already?"

"Time flies when you're balls deep," the Vorrtan chuckled. "We've docked at Leranian Central Station. First stop in our search for K ell."

Davis sighed. "Fine. Thirty minutes."

He tossed the comm unit aside and turned his attention back to the woman in his bed.

A small smile curved Mira's lips. "Did he say thirty minutes?"

"He did," he replied, trailing his fingers along her collarbone, down to cup one breast. Her nipple hardened instantly beneath his palm. "Sleep well?"

She stretched, wincing slightly as her movements awakened all the delicious aches he'd given her. "Mmm, what little sleep I got." Her gaze dropped to his erection, standing proud between them. "Again?"

"Always," he growled, leaning down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss. She tasted like sleep and sex and something uniquely her. His hand slid down her stomach, between her thighs, to stroke between her pussy lips.

She gasped, rolling her hips against his hand. Reaching out, she wrapped her small hand around his cock, stroking him with perfect pressure. "We better be quick, or we won't get time for a shower."

"Fuck the shower," he growled, pulling her beneath him. Duty could wait a few more minutes. Right now, he needed to be inside her, needed to feel her come hard around his cock one more time.

There was only this. Only her.

And for now, that was enough.