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were one creature at that moment.
Then she squeezed him again, and he was filled with the need to move, to
thrust into her deeply, repeating himself until she screamed and
spasmed around him. But she wasn't playing along.
Bethany raised her body and laughed as his hips pulled back from hers,
pressing down into the bed. He needed more friction, more movement.
It wasn't enough to simply experience this teasing slowness. He had to
feel more, had to have her flesh rubbing back and forth against his. Time to
take control.
Without warning, he sat up and flipped her over beneath him. She squealed in
protest, but he ignored her, grimly thrusting in and out of her. She was slick
with need for him, and her grunts as he started pounding into her were more
than enough evidence that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. He
wanted to go harder, deeper. He wanted to plant his seed in her. The thought
of it turned his vision red, and he closed his eyes, focusing every bit of his
energy on thrusting into her again and again.
She was panting and gasping now and he knew her orgasm must be close. The
thought of her beneath him, helpless, surged through him like the sweetest of
wines. He could taste her need, thrust into her to emphasize that only he
could provide her with this. The thought of her approaching another man
flitted through his head.
No.
He wouldn't let himself think of that. She was his, all his, and he was
marking her.
She would never forget who she belonged to.
He thrust deeper, feeling the bed sway beneath them as they moved. She
whimpered something at him, her voice needy. He couldn't understand what she
was saying. The blood was pounding too hard in his ears and slowing down was
not an option. Each thrust brought him that much closer to the achingly
beautiful conclusion they both needed. He had to go harder, faster. He had to
hold on and not give in to the desire to explode. They were going to come
together, or not at all. He wouldn't give her a choice about that.
A sudden, sharp pain broke through his thoughts, and he realized
that she had scratched his back. Her fingernails tore through his skin,
each one clawing a trail of fire through him. It helped him focus. He
reached down to pull her hips more firmly under his and she gave a little
scream.
Time to finish it.
He pulled one hand free and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it
back and forth as he breached her. She gasped, and a fine sheen of
perspiration broke out across her face. He could feel her muscles stiffening,
could see her pulling air deep into her chest. It was only a matter of seconds
now. He gave one last mighty thrust, working her clit with his thumb, and
watched her face intently. Her head flung back as she came with a scream. Her
internal muscles gripped him tightly, and he gasped. He wanted to
watch her, take her pleasure into himself, but it was too late. His own
orgasm was upon him, his body had taken over and making the decisions now. He
could feel the pressure and tension explode out his cock as waves of
pleasure shot through his body, radiating out from his pelvis. It
was spectacular, better than he could have dreamed.
Was every time with her going to be like this? A new high, a new
kind of sexual ecstasy? If so, he may very well die with the next few weeks,
he thought wryly. One man's body was not designed for this kind of stressÉ
* * * * *
Jess stole through the corridors of the station, taking care to attract as
little notice as possible. It wasn't hard; it was the middle of the sleep
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cycle and this was a quiet area.
It was amazing to him how things had changed, and yet stayed the same. He had
lived in these halls all of his life, yet everything was different now. Their
Saurellian overlords had been active during their brief tenure. The port was
still wild and full, but there seemed to be more order in the rest of the
station. There were certainly more guardsmen. There were also more public
receptacles for trash, and much less graffiti.
The Saurellians, apparently, preferred their spacestations to be clean.
Another major difference was the public notices calling on station residents
to register to vote. He had no idea what they would be voting on; he couldn't
even imagine doing so.
Never, in his entire life, had there been a vote on the station
about anything. Strangely enough, the few businesses owned by Pilgrims
appeared to be shut down. Was Jenner's disappearance connected, he wondered?
He was near the hostel where he had grown up now, and it was hard to
remember caution. He felt far too comfortable here, yet was far more dangerous
for him outside the port. There, the population was transient. Now he found
himself among people who might very well recognize him and report him as an
escaped slave. Under Imperial rule that would have resulted in his death; the
Goddess alone knew what the Saurellians might do to him.
If anything happened, Bethany would be all right, he reminded
himself. He had registered her as owner of their new ship. The hostel owner
had instructions to check on her if Jess didn't return. She'd be all right;
there was more than enough money for her to survive.
He'd come too far to be caught now, though. He was going to free Calla and get
out of this hellhole once and for all.
Finally, he reached his goalÑthe long, narrow passageway. There was a vent at
the end that would lead to the storeroom in Jenner's hostel. He and Calla had
discovered the secret route as children. They'd always assumed that Jenner had
created it in a bout of paranoia, something common enough among Pilgrims.
After all, they tended to hoard supplies and tried to always have at least
one escape route. Now he would use it to steal Calla right out from under the
noses of her masters.
Moving quietly, he opened the vent and started crawling down the shaft. Every
inch of it felt familiar to him. He'd used it a thousand times to sneak out of
the hostel. As a child, he would go down to the port and follow the traders
around, copying their speech and asking questions about foreign worlds. He
could have escaped long ago, if Calla hadn't been so afraid.
As a young man, he had discovered the joys to be found among the women of the
port.
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