I grip the nape of her neck and drag her back down.
This kiss is different.
Slower.
Deeper.
Like apology and promise and goodbye wrapped into one aching press of mouths.
She rolls her hips and I swear I feel my pulse in every inch of me that’s still working.
“You’re too big,” she gasps against my mouth, trembling as she shoves my ruined pants down past my hips. Her hand wraps around my cock—hot, ridged, thick with a faint gold sheen that pulses in rhythm to my heart.
“You’re too small,” I growl, breath hitching as she strokes me.
She grins, biting her lip. “Guess we’re fucked, huh?”
I laugh, then moan as her thumb glides over the head, smearing the drop of slick that’s already escaped.
My cock pulses harder in her grip, ridges flaring, the alien texture making her gasp as she explores every inch of me.
I fumble with her armor next, dragging it off her shoulder. She shimmies, curses, and tosses the plates aside, her undersuit pulled down in one quick slide. Her skin glows pale in the low vault light, flushed pink, breasts rising and falling with every shallow breath.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, hand splayed across her lower back.
“I’m a mess.”
“You’re mine.”
She lowers herself slowly, teasing, guiding me with her hand. The moment I feel her heat—slick and velvet and burning—I nearly lose it.
“Sable…” I growl, eyes squeezed shut.
“I want you inside me.”
And just like that—she’s there.
Tight. Stretching. Wrapping around me like her body was made to fit mine.
We both cry out—her nails digging into my shoulders, my claws curling into her hips.
“You’re too deep,” she breathes, voice breaking. “Oh stars?—”
I hold still. Every instinct screams to thrust. To claim. To fuck.
But this isn’t about that. Not just that.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, kissing her collarbone.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
She moves.
Slow at first—testing, adjusting.
Then faster, her hips grinding down as her head falls back. Her pussy clenches around me with every drop of her hips, her rhythm frantic and hungry.
“Voltar—” she gasps, “I’m?—”
