“You’re so handsome, is all,” Valerie told him softly, feeling drugged and delirious. She wondered if she could get drunk off sex because that was how she felt.
A flash of an expression crossed his face. If Valerie didn’t know any better, she’d have thought he was embarrassed. Shy.
But this was Dravka.
She couldn’t quite picture what he would be likeshy.
He didn’t say anything and Valerie felt her eyelids sink. A moment later, when he was pleased with her bandage, he crawled into bed beside her, moving her so she was tucked in his arms. Her lips pressed against his chest and she felt his chin settle on the top of her head. His legs threaded between and around her own as his cock settled against her belly.
This feels so right, she thought, blowing out a long breath.Finally.
“Was it good for you?” she whispered, the question slipping out before she even realized it.
But maybe that question had been inside her all along. She wanted it to be as good for him as it’d been for her. Given that he worked at the brothel on Everton, he’d had his fair share of sex, something that had burned and clawed at Valerie as surely as it had burned and clawed athim.
A part of her had been afraid that sex would just become sex to him. That sex with her would be no different than the sex he’d had with the others.
Thinking that now, Valerie knew it was ridiculous. She was a little ashamed, actually, that she’d thought such a thing.
“Good?” he asked, grunting. He leaned down to peer at her, his eyes narrowed, as if he could read her mind. “Tryvaukingamazing.”
Valerie chuckled, relieved, slightly breathless with her tiredness.
“Still, I should not have pushed you so far,” he murmured after a brief silence. “I forgot myself.”
Valerie sighed. She brought her fingers up, traced them over his lips and pressed a small kiss to his bottom one. She recognized the heat flaring in his eyes, felt his cock twitch against her belly.
“You’re impossible,” she whispered.
“You make me crazy,” he countered.
She chuckled again and his eyes went all warm and molten, that look enough to steal her breath entirely.
God,she loved him.
How could she not?
“It’s weird being here,” she murmured quietly. “It’s weird feeling this happy.”
Dravka swallowed, reaching up to stroke a hand through her hair.
“You’ll get used to it,” he told her, his lips quirking. “And then, you won’t remember what it’s like to feel unhappy,pax? I’ll make sure of it.”
Another small laugh left her throat.
She heard some laughter coming from outside their window, echoing up and around. Drunken laughter by the sound of it, and not human in the slightest. Their room was situated on the third floor of the inn so it sounded close, yet far away, given the way the colony was structured.
“What’s it like out there?” Valerie asked him. She’d barely been able to see Nimida. It was made up of long corridors, like streets on Everton, but they all seemed to be in a circular shape, one big lap around the colony, all ending in the very center, which was where she knew the transport depot was.
“It’s surprisingly clean,” was what Dravka replied with.
She frowned. “Clean?”
She wouldn’t have even thought to look at the surroundings for cleanliness. Then again, she’d grown up on the New Earth colonies her entire life.
Dravka, on the other hand…
“Jrika was filthy,” he rasped, his arms tightening around her ever so slightly at his admission. “Filth and disease and greed. Everywhere.”
