Then fast.
Then slow again.
Building.Building.Building.
Until their breaths sawed in and out of their lungs and Kira could barely think through her need.
It felt like if she didn’t reach climax right then and there that she was going to destroy this bed.The room.And possibly even the station.
Distantly, she became aware of Graydon doing something with hiski.
A loud, guttural moan left her as something inside came alive.Pleasure edged toward pain and back again.Scrambling her thoughts and setting her alight.
Graydon’skienveloped hers, stroking it into submission before guiding it against that invisible barrier.Not attacking it directly.Rather eroding it a thin layer at the time.
The effect that had on them was instantaneous.
Graydon sounded almost feral as he jackknifed to sitting.His hands found Kira’s hips as he forced her to ride him harder.
She keened.Sensation swelled.
His lips landed on hers, gobbling down her cries.
A second later his fingers touched the spot just over where they were joined.He rubbed frantically.
Kira fractured.
Bright lights sparked behind her closed eyelids.Her head bowed back, a gasping cry leaving her lips.
Her world went white.
Graydon pressed his lips against the base of her throat.He lost control, hammering into her with all the fury and intensity of someone who was afraid this moment might not come again.Fear that this might be the last time lent his movements desperation.
Kira detonated again.
Seconds later, he followed her into climax.
Kira collapsed against him, too weak to do anything but lean her forehead against his collarbone.
He softened but stayed inside her, pumping gently every now and again against still too sensitive nerves.Little bursts of pleasure shot up her spine, tightening her nipples and making it difficult to come down from her high.
Graydon pressed kisses against her shoulder and neck, whispering Tuann words that her brain was too tired to translate.
After several minutes, Kira pushed upright, pausing at the sight of grayish black runes covering his torso.
Kira touched one on his left pectoral muscle.“What is this?”
She knew every inch of Graydon’s body, and this was new.
Graydon covered her hand, holding it tight where it lay over his chest.“The Mea’Ave’s gifts are not always kind—or welcome.”
With a sick feeling, Kira glanced back at the set of runes covering his chest.The script was vertical, running the length of Graydon’s torso before ending just over the v-shaped groove where the obliques met the transversus abdominis muscles, near his hips.
“You’re saying the Mea’Ave did this?”
“It started with one rune before becoming what you see now.”
“When?”
