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I do not want to withdraw. “Am I too heavy?”

She squeezed him, not wanting him to move. “Stay where you are… Please, Cy.”

He caught her lips for another sweet kiss. Keep calling me that.

She grinned. “I will. How long do you think it will take my body to work through your DNA?”

What she wanted to ask was if this transfusion would need multiple sessions. Already, a familiar craving had taken up residence in her core. She relished the feel of him still buried in her.

“I cannot say.”

She snuck a peek at his almost-neon eyes. “Do you think multiple sessions would help?”

“Many…”

“Fuckings?”

He growled. That word from your mouth drives me mad with need.

“Oh?” She pursed her lips.

“Do not dare,” he warned though laugh lines crinkled around his eyes.

“I fucking love it when you fuck me and make me scream your fucking name.”

Minus cesu. His grin was wicked. You did not make a sound. Perhaps I need to try harder.

“Fuck me from behind.” The idea and imagery of it had fire exploding outward. As if he hadn’t just plundered her, she ached for another round.

He pulled back and out. Cool air sent a frisson of goose bumps over her skin, but she watched him and waited.

“I have seen educational footage on this.” He rested on his haunches, granting her an unparalleled view of his body. The only thing he wore was her bracelet.

Muscled thighs, carved in stone, flowed into narrow hips with a rigid cock eager for a licking. An Adonis belt flanked his abs.

Wow . She mouthed the words. Just wow.

He didn’t move but gazed at her, patience draped across his shoulders, affection in his eyes. She flipped onto her hands and knees like a good girl and arched her back. A glance showed him staring at her, but this time, desire darkened his features.

“Exquisite.” He ran his hand down her back and over a butt cheek.

A purr lodged in her throat. Since when had she become so brazen? He stroked a finger along her sex, summoning a whimper. The urge to pinch her thighs together took ahold of her, but she resisted. The growing ache was potent, demanding, addictive, and she wanted more. No, expected more.

You are wet for me. This pleases me. He grabbed her by the hips and rubbed his length along her seam.

She mauled the blankets beneath her while wiggling her ass. If he didn’t—

He thrust into her, drawing a long moan out of her.

Too deep. Too much. But if he stopped, she’d kill him.

He hissed. I have never felt like this, ensa. Then, without another word, he pistoned in and out of her with amazing force and stamina. She cried out, her senses overwhelmed like she was about to explode. He touched every inch of her, hitting her G-spot with accuracy.

Surges of pleasure washed over her. She lost count of the peaks, one after the other. He didn’t give her a chance to breathe between orgasms. She mewled and whimpered while begging him not to stop.

Until he did, roaring his release.

He collapsed over her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and flipped them, landing on the floor with her back curled against his chest. All without hurting her. He nuzzled her hair aside and pressed his lips to her neck.

She shivered but didn’t pull away. Instead, she layered her arms over his and trapped them to her. His ragged breathing matched hers.

None of his thoughts reached her. No emotions, too.

And in the quiet of the viewing deck, she lay there, stunned yet content. “Incredible,” she managed when she could speak.

More than that. He tightened his arms, melding her to him.

She supposed she had to head to the med bay for another assessment.

The thought made her want to snuggle into his arms and not move.

She understood their concern that she was losing compatibility with Etterians.

And not being able to be with Cy compelled her more than desire did.

She wanted to be his, not some green alien’s or silver shark’s.

If anyone had asked her at the beginning of this adventure, she’d have said she wanted nothing to do with any aliens.

But of the three, she preferred Cy. She valued his competence, strength, sweetness, and kindness.

She liked how he grounded her and accepted her despite her worsening symptoms.

She loved how he protected her, no matter what happened, and even from his own men. He slipped out of her, allowing her to roll over within the circle of his embrace. He let her, widening the space to allow her to do what she wanted. Which was to kiss him.

Again, he let her, meeting her tongue with his own skilled assault. She glided her arms over his chest to slip around his neck and deepened the kiss.

I could die now.

She jerked back and met his gaze. No, he had to live until he found his Dar Eth. That thought doused the renewed spark of desire that had started to unfold in her stomach.

“I’m hungry,” she said, sliding out of his arms. “Come. Let’s eat and have your lima kuu test me again.”

He hesitated. “Do you think your body has—”

“I don’t know, but it won’t hurt to check.”

He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. I do not want to share you. I want to remain here…in our own world.

She grinned. “You like sending me your thoughts?”

His breath shuddered out of him. I like the intimacy of it.

“So do I.” And she stood before the tears slipped free.

Action and distraction would keep her sane and her broken heart together. Because, no matter what the med-E.D. said, she couldn’t keep him.