Just watching the way his back moved, how the muscles shifted as he worked on the ship, and she became mesmerized.She could have watched him for much longer, but some rationale came over her, and she knew she would have to speak to him.So she greeted him.Unfortunately, the desires as they spoke only intensified for her.She couldn't stop herself.She had to touch him.She told herself it was to console and to share comfort.
A touch and she wanted to let her hands roam over his skin.To feel him over her.Under her.Wrapped around her.
And then he said the words.
However you need me.
She wasn't sure what it was that she needed from him.Not exactly.No more than she fully understood what she was thinking when she had the ship blown up.It was for the greater good, of course, but there was more to it than that.
Hewas more to it than just an avenue to use to get to her end goal.
Which was, what, when it all boiled down to it.
To stop her father?To end the war?To save her people?
All of it?
None of it?
Did she even know anymore?
Not particularly.Everything was blurring together into a thousand eventual possibilities of what might happen, overlapped with memories of Bahran in her mind, being his large handsome self.
He was the kingpin in the scenario--he was the reason she started this.So this wasn't even about the Terran Empire at all, but about him.
And her.
She wanted him to feel that large Rhimodian body against her.Have those white eyes stare at her and glow, and that intensity focused exclusively on her.
She exhaled a breath.
This was getting incredibly intense.
He stared at her with those eyes.
And her breath caught.
"Princess."
She smiled."Caoimhe, call me Caoimhe," she said.
"Caoimhe, then."
"Yes, Bahran?"
"What do you need?"
"You," she squeaked out.
He blinked.
Once.
Twice.
His arm that was around her pulled her tighter to him.
"I told you, whatever you need.I will do it for you.What do you need?"
