“All who have to bow down to Lorian,” I remind her. It’s on the tip of my tongue to mention Denise, but I stop myself. I don’t want to revisit what happened with her now. So I kiss Eve again, pulling on her bottom lip, savoring her.
"The vapor," she says softly, “it makes everything feel..."
"More," I finish. “Relish in it. Give into it.”
In the low gravity, every movement is languid. And when I enter her, it feels like we're floating together, the heated mists swirling around us in patterns that respond to our biorhythms. And all our sensations are played out around us in slow motion. Making each second, each kiss, each caress, last longer than reality.
Her hands explore my body as mine worship and memorize hers.
"I love you," I tell her as we move together. “I never want to stop loving you.”
"Rafe," she breathes, and my name on her lips is possibly the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
I push harder into her, hoping she’ll continue saying my name, and she does.
“Rafe, Rafe, Rafe…”
The environment responds to our increasing arousal, the mists grow thicker, more luminescent, and the temperature shifts to keep us on the edge of orgasm for as long as possible.
When Eve comes, the chamber fills with a burst of golden light, as if celebrating her pleasure.
When I follow, silver threads weave through the gold.
“Is that from us?” she asks, still trembling beneath me.
“Yes, it adds to the experience,” I say, as the air around us sings with pheromones. I guide her hips firmly on top of me. Her thighs straddle mine slowly and it’s intoxicating to see her like this.
“Again?” she asks.
“The vapors make everything more sensual and speed up refractory periods,” I say, and then slide into her with one hard pull of her hips. She moans as her nails dig into my chest for balance as I thrust up into her again.
Again. Again. And again.
Her brown eyes never leave mine as we’re surrounded by changing colors and erotic mist. She’s demanding. And I’m giving her everything I have, like this might be the last time. Because it may be the last time. I worry about her being alone with Lorian.And I’ve never cared about anyone more in the galaxy than my brother, until now.
Her back arches, and she tips her head to the artificial sky, brown hair falling over her face like surrender, while the mists surrounding us continue to pulse in time with our rhythm. Thickening with every impact. Her cunt clenches around me hard when I angle my hips just right.
I do it again, and she gasps.
“Rafe, don’t stop. Don’t?—”
I roll her beneath me, pin her wrists above her head, and drive into her like she’s mine. Because she is.
“Say it,” I demand.
She blinks up at me, stunned, barely able to think.
“Say what you are.”
“I’m yours.”
“Now come for me, my beautiful rebel. Come for me.”
She orgasms again. Her whole body spasming, and this time I follow her directly. Hard and deep. I grind into her and hold her there as I come inside her. The low gravity making every sensation last longer, deeper, endless.
She watches me with those brown eyes, pupils blown so wide there’s almost no color left.
And I kiss her like I need her mouth to breathe, to live.
