Her eyes flashed.
“Pax?”
He needed her to say it. Needed to hear that she believed there was a future away from Everton for them both. Needed to hear her say that she would leave with him and not look back.
A little desperation entered her gaze when he placed his thumb over her clit and pressed.
“Dravka!”
“Pax?” he growled.
“Oh god,”she whispered, out of breath.
His thumb twitched, justslightly, and suddenly, her surprised cry filled the bathroom, echoing against the walls. She was coming. Again.
As she orgasmed against his hand, her own squeezed tighter around his cock and he slipped through the tight grip, imagining it was her cunt—where he wanted to be most.
His own bellow joined hers, though disappointment mingled with the pleasure. She wouldn’t say what he wanted her to. Because she didn’t believe it. But it didn’t matter. He knew they’d be together. Soon. In the way they were always meant to be together.
She would realize that eventually. He just needed to have patience.
Histeelashot high from his tip, arching and lashing across his chest in thick, hot spurts. He groaned, feeling histaxxaclench tight, as one of the hardest orgasms of his life coiled through him.
Valerie watched him, her lips parted, her gaze greedy and hot.
When they were both finished, he was careful to keep her hand away from theteeladrenching his chest. He snagged the nearest towel and wiped himself clean before dropping it to the floor of the now-wet bathroom.
Valerie’s hand was still curled around his cock in a possessive little grip, as if she feared he’d take it away from her.
“Mellkia,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, his fingers drifting down to her hand. He kissed her as he made her release him.
Dravka gave a harsh groan when his cock twitched, a little more seed pooling at the crown.
“Vauk, that was…” He trailed off, not quite knowing the word in the universal tongue.
“Good?” Valerie whispered, a shy little smile crossing her lips, one that made himcrazed.
He licked at her tongue, a small chuckle rising from his throat. “Sublime.”
“I quite agree,” she said, her voice soft as she caught her breath.
He leaned his forehead against her own, a deep trilling purr vibrating his chest.
When she went a little quiet, he asked, “Does it feel strange to you?”
He knew she had doubts about this. About changing their relationship with physical intimacy, about changing what they’d built with one another over five years.
She swallowed and relief filled him when she shook her head.
“No,” she told him. Then with a sheepish smile, she admitted, “It feels strange hownotstrange it feels.”
He laughed.
“I wonder why I ever feared it. When this isyou,” she went on, her eyes softening. “It’s always been you.”
He felt his hearts give a dull throb and he huffed out a sharp breath, bringing her closer. Water trickled around them as he stroked his hand down her scarred back, tracing the raised edges from her aunt’s abuse.
He loved this female. With every part of himself. She was the only reason he’d survived this long, the only reason hevaukinglived.
