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Chapter

Thirty-Seven

Morgan

M y entire life had been defined by careful calculation. Strategic thinking. Risk assessment. Even as a child, I'd never leapt without looking, never chosen impulse over intellect. It had kept me alive, had propelled me to the top of my class at the Academy, had made me an exceptional Assassin.

But here, in the sterile confines of the med bay, with fire licking across my skin, calculation seemed irrelevant. For once, I just wanted to feel.

His hands moved with surprising gentleness for someone so strong, fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, the line of my throat, as if memorizing every detail. I found myself wondering if he approached everything with such focused attention.

“You're thinking too much," he murmured against my ear, his voice low and rough in a way that sent shivers racing down my spine.

I laughed softly. "How can you tell?"

He pulled back just enough to look at me. "You think loudly.”

I laughed at this, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Old habits.” I reached for the fastening of his uniform, my fingers unusually clumsy.

His own hands found the clasps of my uniform with ease. "I'm willing to cast aside old habits if you are."

The weight of our situation should have crushed the moment. Instead, it intensified everything. Each touch felt more significant, each kiss more urgent. Without the promise of tomorrow, all we had was this moment.

As layers of fabric fell away, a shiver passed through me. Tivek's skin was warmer than mine, almost feverish to the touch, and I instinctively pressed closer, seeking that heat.

He kissed his way down my neck, cupping first one breast and then the other, lifting them to his mouth and suckling the hard peaks until I arched my back and moaned.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he continued his trail of kisses down my belly until he parted my knees and buried his head between my thighs.

The past version of me might have stopped him, but instead I ran my hands through his short hair, fisting it and guiding his mouth to the perfect spot.

Hooking my legs over his shoulders, I gave myself over to the sensations of his hot mouth and flicking tongue, my sighs and gasps louder and more eager.

When he slipped a finger inside me, I cried out. When my body started to shake in response to the deft swirling of his tongue, I clamped my legs around his head and rode his mouth to my release.

“Fuck me,” I sighed as my legs sagged.

Tivek straightened, sliding my legs off his shoulders and grinning at me. “I would hate to disobey a direct order.”

I laughed at this, but my laughter became a slack-jawed gaze as I saw his cock jutting from his body, long and thick. Veins ran along the side to the darker crown that was already slick.

Without warning, Tivek lifted me from the metal examination table, his strength making it seem effortless. Holding my ass in his hands he lowered me onto his cock in a single, smooth stroke.

I clutched his shoulders for balance as he moved me up and down, completely in control. But I didn’t feel even remotely like I’d surrendered. I felt powerful. The hungry look in his eyes was a kind of power I'd never wielded before.

“You’re so tight, so perfect,” he said through gritted teeth.

“You’re so… big,” was all I could manage to say as he filled me so deeply I could barely breathe.

“Too much?”

I shook my head. “Perfect.” Pleasure arrowed through me as he tilted my hips forward and my sensitive clit brushed his skin. “I love it.”

He moved one hand from my hip to rake through my hair and drag my mouth to his.

His tongue tangled with mine, the kiss deepening as his thrusts became more desperate.

I curled one hand around his back to brush my fingertips along the raised bumps that ran the length of his spine, reveling in the heat and hardness of them.

Our kisses swallowed his moans that became more desperate the harder I stroked his nodes.

As he drove me down on his cock again and again, I lost track of everything except the press of his mouth, the grip of his fingers, the heat of his flushed nodes searing my fingers, the rasp of his stubble against my cheek.

The steady rhythm he set erased every thought of danger and every fear of our uncertain future.

My back pressed against the cool wall, the contrast with his burning skin so intense it was almost overwhelming.

He tore his lips from mine, his eyes wild.

"Stay with me," he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. "Don't get lost in your thoughts again."

I sucked in a breath. “I’m only lost in you.”

“I will forever be lost to you,” he rasped as his movements became more urgent and less controlled.

When my second release slammed into me, I buried my face against his neck, breathing in the scent of him that was all spice and heat and something uniquely his own. With a roar, he pounded hard and then jerked several times before his body relaxed.

For a moment, we stayed like that, tangled together with him holding me up as we caught our breath. Then Tivek gently lowered me until my feet touched the floor, but kept his arms around me, as if reluctant to break contact. I understood the feeling. After everything, letting go seemed impossible.

Maybe we were lost in the vastness of space, maybe rescue would never come, but in this moment, with Tivek's heartbeat steady against mine, I couldn't bring myself to regret any of it.