"A kiss," she whispered.
The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile."I can do that."He leaned down and cupped her cheek, angling her head up to meet his.
She gasped as his lips met hers, and immediately, the warmth of him danced over her.She wrapped her arms around him, and his kiss mastery overwhelmed her.The taste of him made her whole body shudder and shake, and she clung to him like he was water to her desert-dry soul.
His whole body pressed against her, including his most impressive--and oh my, was it ever massive--cock against her stomach.As she ran her hand over his hips and stroked his skin, she felt the edge of it.
He tensed.Their kiss paused.
He stared at her, his eyes glowing--exactly how she'd imagined his white eyes would glow--and it made her shudder.
"I'm sorry, I--"
He touched her lips."Do not apologize.The Craving likes it.A lot."
"The Craving?"
"A primitive part of the Rhimodian makeup.One of those things the makers thought they could remove with protocols and cybernetic parts."
"I am rather pleased it didn't work."
He smiled again."Not everything can be reprogrammed.Some natural things are necessary to survive."
"Is that what the Craving is?A necessity to survive?"
"No.I meant kissing you."
She gasped.
He kissed her again, and her body came alive.Everything suddenly felt charged with energy and awakened in a way she'd not ever known.
She'd had lovers in the past, of course.And while it had always been engaging and fun, it wasn't as overwhelming as this was--as emotionally drawing as it felt being touched by Bahran.She didn't know what it was about the way he touched her and felt against her but, he enticed her in a way she couldn't explain.
Whatever it was, she loved it.
She moaned as he kissed down her neck, the feel of his lips making her skin burn.Touching him, it felt like nothing she'd ever known before.He lifted her up and guided her backward.He did not release her as he sat the fighter's wing--had it been in that position before?She wasn't sure.She hadn't paid attention.
It didn't matter.He pulled her on top of him.She straddled him, and his hands slid all over her.She stroked his shoulders, his head, anything she could touch.The feel of his skin--it was humanoid skin, no different feeling than any skin texture.It just had these little silver lines, barely noticeable, running through them.
Where he touched the ship's wings, his skin shifted to the darkened metal, duplicating the scale-like pattern of the ship's finish.
Where he touched her, though, his skin mimicked hers.It was both strange and exhilarating, the sight.Almost as intense as the feel of him touching her.
He ran his hands over the sides of her breasts, and she arched her back.
"You could be so wonderful in a meeting," she said.
He paused and stared at her."How do you mean?"
"Standing against the wall, blending in, so no one saw you, I could just stand in front of you, and you could do whatever you wanted.No one would really see you."
He chuckled."I don't think it works that fast."
"Can we try sometime?"
He stroked her cheek."Absolutely."Kissed her again.His hands ran over her, back down her sides as he cupped her breasts, his large hands almost swallowing them.It made her a little self-conscious, in fact, that her breasts were too small for him.She had been told before that she would need to have physical breast augmentation to become the perfect vision of a Terran, as was required of her position as the future Empress.She had resisted it over the years, and it had been remarked on by other lovers that she wasn't perfect.
Echoes of that danced in her mind as she saw how small her breasts seemed in his large hands.Without thinking about it, she pulled away.It was an absurd feeling, but she suddenly felt very inadequate for this sensual, large man.Logically she knew better than this mentality, but she still felt like it marred her and made her less than perfect.
