“I know.” He sank into her slowly, coveting every inch she gave him and he took. It was too much. To explosive. And too close to the brink of pain for either of them. She embraced him and held on as he filled her with every single inch. When they reached the apex, all sense left them, and a frenzy took its place.
He bottomed out inside of her.
Dommik ravaged her against the wall, bumping and jerking, as she screamed into his mouth and he swallowed them up. Sliding her wet sheath over him with each thrust all while he repeated,No no no.
They came together as he picked her up and held her in his arms, watching her lose herself riding his bulge with no leverage but his body. He watched as his fairy rode out her climax in mid-air. Each used the other for their own gratification.
It was over before it had begun and the high of uncontrollable desire dissipated, leaving them quiet and cold in each other's’ arms. In a pact, silent, and brooding while they both tried to hold onto the fantasy for a minute longer. A second. Their bodies flushed and overheated.
Kat’s legs unhooked. She slipped from his arms and tucked her hair behind her ears, “I hate you,” she repeated again softly. “I want to hate you. I need to hate you.” She kicked her pants and hugged herself. “So, please, just let me hate you.”
Dommik watched as she drifted away from him, leaving a thousand words unspoken. He reached past her and opened her quarters. Her eyes became hooded as she stepped inside.
“Kat,” he took a step after her and laid his heart on his sleeve. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.” And the door shut.
Chapter Twenty-Two:
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They left Xan’Mara that day. They left it to its bloodbath, battles, and civil war; knowing who the victor was before it even began. The screams of battle cries in the gust of their wake and the explosion of rainbows in their memory.
Dommik took a long drag from one of his stashed cigars and savored the earthy flavor, releasing the puff into the air where it vanished within the ventilation. After he left Kat, he had Bin-Three deliver her a new wristlet, one that had access to the entirety of the ship.
He waited for her to find him, letting her make the choice to remain or go, forcing himself to give up some of his control. He didn’t know what to do, all of it was unfamiliar territory.
They left Trentian airspace less than a week later, passing through the invisible walls of one sector to another, drifting through the grey in-between until reentering home territory. The Earthian zone of control was a general third of the galaxy and was only distinguished by who ruled what port, planet, and colony on the outskirts. Disregarding those few places where the two species ruled in equal measure.
A week.
Every minute that went by drove him a little crazier. He waited for her to wander, to test out where the wristlet worked, to regain a modicum of curiosity back but she didn’t. She remained to her regimen and far away from him. Dommik wanted her to see the engraved,forever yours, on the inside.
A week that left him burning through cigars, and repairing the parts of him that stuck. He opened his tech and tweaked his circuits, cleaned up his wires, and reforged the metal pieces that didn’t match up. He worked tirelessly when she was off-shift, taking care of the creatures on board, cutting off the requests the EPED made and answering them himself during the break.
He fed the flower blood each night.
And put his new roach in its own enclosure.
When he found himself storming to confront her, lurking in the corners out of her line of sight, feeding his want by eating her up with his eyes, he would tear into his man-made webbing and rip it to shreds. He would then pick up the pieces and retie them back together.
Dommik had never felt more imprisoned. Not even when he was buried underground on a dead world.
He watched her from the shadows. He watched her eyes regain some of their gleam, the soft blush of her flesh find its color again, her copper curls growing out to drift over her shoulders. He watched and yearned as she tried to converse with his androids, he watched her watching the creatures thriving in their habitats, he watched as she worked. Every sigh she released was his, every stretch, every time her fingers brushed through her hair. He watched.
Until hisneedgrew into something animalistic, something possessive bordering a dark path he did not want to go down but it called to him anyway, every day.
A week became two and each day lasted an eternity, each second a crazed agony. They were due to arrive at Earth within the next fortnight, pending any last minute missions.
He extinguished his cigar and tried to contact Stryker, again, only to receive no answer, and finding no answer nor call back from Gunner, he became worried.
The EPED had notified him both agents had gone silent within the last several weeks. They hadn’t given Dommik a search and rescue mission as of yet but it had come to the point that he was going after them after the drop-off.
They hadn’t died, he knew because he was still able to locate their IP addresses when seeding through the network. They were justnot answering.He didn’t like being out of the loop if something major was going down.
At least it would get my mind off of her.Dommik scowled.Off of everything.
Patience had never been a virtue he struggled with. That was the spider in him, however, it was getting harder and harder to deal with her absence. He turned back to his ropes and weaved a new web across the bridge.
