The deliberate slowness that gradually built was what made her want to lose her mind. It was that crescendo of desires and need and wanton lust that he created in her that made her scream and cry. Because he did not stop, and he did not hesitate. He wanted this as much as she did. In his eyes, the desire was there--even with his eyes being as white as they were, she could see it. It built up, making him feel so amazing.
Every part of her wanted to cry. To scream.
No one ever made her feel like Harbin did.
It was more than the sex. It was intense. Every time they had sex, it felt like they were drawing closer, bonding in a way that seemed almost surreal.
She felt it starting to take over, another intense orgasm, and it built in her just like his intensity built.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
She screamed in orgasmic bliss.
He cried out a few moments later, filling her again before collapsing on her.
The weight of him should have bothered her. It didn't, but he did roll off her and to the side. He had his arms around her and held her close.
"I commit," he muttered before he seemed to tumble off to sleep. "I commit."
She closed her eyes and wondered, had he just done something?
Or maybe she was dreaming.
Just as she started to drift off to sleep, she felt a strange stinging in her ears.
She brushed at her earring and closed her eyes.
* * *
Harbin bolted uprightout of their bed and leaped to the wall.
Bianca woke and rubbed her eyes. It yanked her out of a strange dream about ice and volcanoes and little babies with white eyes roaming around. It was sweet.
A beautiful dream.
She shook her head, trying to orient herself.
What in the world was going on? What was Harbin doing? Had something happened? He charged toward the entrance, his nakedness covered, and weapons came out of his gauntlets on his forearms. He was ready to attack.
"Harbin?"
"Someone's coming," he said, and he took up position right near the door, blaster out and at the ready.
Bianca's heart pounded as she fastened herself back into the pants suit, ready for, well, she wasn't sure what exactly but prepared to do something. She scanned around and looked for a weapon of some kind.
Picked up a rock.
It wasn't a blade, but at least she could throw it. She crouched closer to the fireplace. The fire had died down, and she hoped that the lack of light would prove to be to her advantage. Nearby were the tools Harbin used to stoke the fire. Maybe one of those would be helpful. She picked up the long rod.
Held it out at the ready like a sword.
Shadows reached the doorway. They were armed. The weapons could be seen in their hands.
Any second now.
