Page 80 of Sway’s Peace (Delivery Service #2)

Sway

His female was so uneasy on his lap. In direct contrast to how she had been just a moment ago.

So warm and sweet and soft. Nuzzling into her body was an experience like no other.

He could imagine just doing that for marks on end.

In fact, he was going to do exactly that tonight, after he finished exhausting her body, driving her so wild with pleasure that her voice broke and she could no longer sing for him.

But then she got all nervous and uneasy. And now she wasn’t quite meeting his eyes after asking that question.

Worried that what wouldn’t be enough?

He didn’t respond immediately, because he didn’t know what exactly she was asking, and the last thing he wanted was to give her the wrong answer when it was obvious that she was searching for a particular one from him in that moment.

Not enough… What couldn’t be enough?

The question must have been written clear across his face, because when she darted a quick glance at him, her cheeks turned red and she immediately looked away again before stuttering and mumbling under her breath.

He didn’t quite hear what she was saying, but he did suddenly understand what she meant.

She wasn’t asking about his life or this ship or his crew.

She meant, specifically, herself.

She was asking if, compared to everything he’d lost today – his people, his father, his culture – if she was enough to make up for all of it.

Because this insecure little fool really believed there could be a comparison.

“Grace,” he slid his hand up the back of her head, grasping her by the strands of her long, black hair, loving the way the delicate tresses slid through and around the feathers on the back of his hand, down his wrist and arm.

He forced her to look him directly in the eye.

“You listen to me now. Are you listening?”

“Yes,” she mumbled softly, expression sad.

“Good. You are not ‘enough,’” he spat the word like it was a dirty curse. “You are not ‘just enough’ or ‘good enough’ or whatever other ‘enough’ you can think of. Grace. You are not ‘enough’. You are everything .”

It seemed so obvious to him, but her breath caught, and he realized that, to her, it wasn’t.

To the female who’d fled into the universe to escape the criticism of her family, to the female that was used to never meeting someone else’s impossible standards, the idea of being enough was the only goal she could possibly reach for.

But to call his female just ‘enough’?

Sway felt anger burning in his gut at the very idea that anyone would ever consider his Grace to be just ‘enough’.

“You are my everything,” he repeated, speaking slow and stern, making sure she heard and understood every word.

“You are my only thing. I am never going to have enough of you. I am never going to be satisfied with how much of you I have. I will always want more. And without you, nothing else will ever again be enough. You are the only thing that could make anything complete. You are my heart, my song, my sweet, my peace. You are everything to me, my Grace. So, do not ever think that you are just ‘good enough’.”

Her lower lip was trembling, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. A good male would probably take this opportunity to hold her sweetly. Give her tenderness and care. To remind her that she was precious and loved in only the most kind of ways.

But he wanted nothing more than to kiss her. To squeeze her to him. To take full advantage of the vulnerability he saw shining on her face. And maybe before he would have tried the former. But that wasn’t who he was.

Using the grip he had on her hair, he brought her to him, claiming her in a long, slow, deep kiss as he very slowly opened her mouth against him and ran his tongue inside, against hers. Luxuriating in her taste, her heat, her feeling. Savoring her like the exquisite treat she was.

Because there would never be enough. And that she even thought to have the concern that maybe she wasn’t enough, that he might miss anything that didn’t include her, baffled him. He needed to show her what he meant.

Without breaking their kiss, he adjusted his grip on her body.

That was her only warning before he stood, keeping her in his arms. She squeaked, grabbing him in return.

His hand still on the back of her head meant she couldn’t pull away in her surprise.

She had no choice but to take his kiss as he brought her to the chair he’d just raised so she could reach her console comfortably.

He deposited her into it, then stood straight, over her. Hesitating again as she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Not because he doubted himself, only because he was enchanted by her.

So beautiful.

So sweet.

Looking up at him with so much trust and adoration. Like she was really willing to accept anything he did to her here, in the cockpit of the ship. A place that was, for all intents and purposes, a fully public area.

It was one thing for him to accept he was a monster in relation to his enemies. It was another thing to imagine unleashing that part of himself on Grace.

A small smile tugged at her lips. Like she could see the conflict suddenly striking. She reached for him. Resting her hand right there on the side of his stomach, sliding around to rest on his flank. Just a touch of pressure that pulled him in closer. Encouraging.

“You’re more than enough for me too,” she said. “All of you. Exactly as you are. You don’t have to hide it, you know.”

He winced. Somehow, he hoped maybe she hadn’t noticed.

Like he’d fucked her so well, she couldn’t even pay attention to the change that came over him as he neared his climax.

When all the falsities and lies were stripped away and the only thing he could focus on as the imminent ecstasy, driving him towards his peak.

“I love you as you are,” she continued pulling at the arms of his jumpsuit that he had tied around his waist. “I want you exactly as you are. I don’t mind however that is. No matter how rough you want to be with me. I can take it.”

A shudder went through him as his crest began to rise, tail spreading for her. “Careful, female. That’s a dangerous thing you ask.”

She shook her head, smiling. “You don’t scare me. Do your worst.”

He grabbed her again. Taking her by the hair.

Forcing her head back. The soft sound she made deep in her throat struck him like a blow and his cock began to emerge, already hardening for her.

But she didn’t resist him. She didn’t flinch away.

She kept staring up with those wide, stormy gray eyes, cheeks painted pink, lips parted in anticipation.

He’d been planning to worship her. To claim her little cunt with his tongue and drive her to ecstasy so many times, she would never have cause to think at all, much less wonder some foolish thoughts about being ‘enough’.

But at that moment, he couldn’t do it. Not because he didn’t want to taste her. He did. His mouth watered even now thinking of flicking that hardened little clit, bouncing it on his tongue, as she pulled at his crest and sang so prettily for him.

No. He couldn’t do it because, in that moment, his need was too great. He could – and would – worship her later. Right now, he needed to feel her lips on him. The heat of her mouth. The wriggling of her tongue.

The grip of her throat.

She asked him not to hold back with her, and he would give her what she desired. And, if necessary, he’d beg her forgiveness afterwards. But right now, he needed to have her, to own her. Because this adorable female was never enough and he needed her.

He watched, jaw clenched tight, as she slowly moved her hands to the seal keeping the lower half of his jumpsuit on. He rarely ever wore the whole thing, top and bottom. He was glad for it, because it made it that much easier for her to loosen the garment and push it down.

Sway’s shaft was internal. He didn’t need to worry about undergarments. There was nothing between her and his half-extruded cock.

She stared at it, watching the brightly colored, throbbing flesh emerge.

Each ridge that came out spreading him further until, with a jerk of the entire appendage, the last ring emerged, the throbbing knot of flesh at the top already hard and eager for her.

It pressed right against her clit when they were fucking, and she seemed to love it.

Even now, she stared at that lump of aroused flesh with hunger burning in her gaze. She had her hands resting on his thighs, but he felt them twitch like she was fighting the urge to touch. Which was adorable. This cock was hers. She could do whatever she liked with it.

And he could fuck her however he liked with it.

Dragging her head forward, he placed the tip right there on her bottom lip. The panting of her heated breaths against the sensitive flesh almost broke him, but he stayed strong. Holding her there as her eyes looked up to him. Anticipating. Eager.

“I am going to fuck your face,” Sway told her simply. “You can suck it if you want. If you can. But that’s not my goal here. I am going to use your little mouth until you let me in your throat, then I’m going to fuck that too. Do you understand?”

She didn’t even hesitated to nod. His cockhead brushed against her lips but didn’t slide off with the motion. Her gaze never left him. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t uncertain. She was open to him doing whatever he wanted with her.

“You’re going to let me, aren’t you?” He smirked. “You’re not even going to try to stop me. You ever have a cock down that throat of yours?”

Her face was burning red now, but she shook her head. “I’ve sucked someone before… I mean, on Earth. With a human male. But not with… And never my throat.”

“Are you scared?”

She shook her head again. Faster this time. Like she needed him to believe her.