“I…” her tongue wet her lips. “I don’t know.”
How did she know it? She had no idea; she just knew what she had just seen wasn’t just her imagination working overtime and his words, his affirmation of some of the knowledge that had just gone hurtling across her mind, proved that. “I don’t know, Jeval. I just know that whatever is on that other side will destroy this entire universe and there will be nothing any of us can do to stop it. The Federation…they think they can rule there too, but they’re wrong.”
He stood so fast that the chair fell to the floor. He came around the table, and his arms slid around her, pulled her up and out of the chair. His eyes locked onto hers. “Tell me…what just happened?”
“I don’t know.” She sagged against him. Despite everything, the sensation of his body against hers sent trails of desire and a heated flush rolling across her lower body. Juices slid from her inner core, dampening her inner thighs and her lower lips. Her breath was a hard gas that was a combination of fear and ardor. “I don’t know. I just saw…I saw it all. I saw them coming through the wormhole and killing the entire universe. I saw people dying and worlds falling. I saw…I saw The Federation buckle and crumble like a child’s toy that is useless to its owner now.”
His hands slid up her arms and then went around her. He held her up and close. She rested her face on his chest, her cheek turned so that her ear rested just above his heart, and that steady thump and pound there below her ear reassured and steadied her, helped to pull her back from the brink of madness she was sure she had been about to cross in the wake of those visions.
The feel of him, solid and there, and the heated need that stroked along her skin and in her inner walls brought her all the way back to him, to the present moment and to the fact that he was about to go and die to keep what she had just seen from happening.
His hands fisted her hair and tugged her head upward so that his lips could meet hers in a ravaging, senses-stealing kiss that took her breath away and left her heart pounding way too fast and her pulse racing.
His hands went to her dress, tugging it upward. His hands found her breasts even as his mouth continued to press down on hers, his tongue meeting hers in a fast and immediate kiss that left her legs weak and her fingers reaching for and then blindly holding onto his wide shoulders.
His head dipped low, and he took one of her pink nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation that shot through her body was incredible. Her whole body shivered and shook as his tongue swirled around her nipple, causing it to go pebble-hard and erect. Her hands worked their way up underneath his shirt, and she found his nipples, flicking her fingers against the taut small buds while her lower body ground against his. His dick, thick and throbbing, pressed against her pubic mound and juices flowed from her core, spilling along her inner walls and slicking them.
Sensation built and built. Everything in her wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to ride him, to feel that thick and stiff rod of his inside her body. She wanted to kiss him and be made love to until the horror faded away from her mind and everything else faded too because she could not stand it anymore, just couldn’t.
The whole world was splintering apart, and she wanted to believe that if they just stayed there, skin-to-skin and heart-to-heart, bodies joined for long enough that somehow everything would be made whole again, that everything would be fine, and they could have a life together, one not always threatened by the promise of war and devastation.
His mouth met hers again as his hand delved between her thighs and then his fingers explored the folds and creases of her outer lips before thrusting inside her with an immediate penetration that left her gasping and wanting more.
Her whole body trembled as she worked her fingers down his skin, the smoothest skin she had ever felt in her life. The tactile sensation was overwhelming as always. The smell of him filled her nose, making her senses reel off and her inhibitions fly away as well. This was not going to be slow and sweet; this was a rough refusal of death, a sharp denial to death and a celebration of life.
His fingers slid along her body, stroking every single inch of her skin and she shivered, her skin rising up into gooseflesh as her nipples stiffened and her body shivered again and again, her eyes fluttering open and closed and the sight of his face filling her vision.
His rod nudged against her lower lips. More fluids spilled from within her body, coating those lips and making his thrusts into her easier but no less urgent. He filled her instantly and immediately, his thickness parting her swollen inner flesh and going very deep within her body.
Her inner folds clutched at that heated and pulsing organ of his. Her body quivered, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers raking down his back, leaving little trails there from her nails. Her cries were buried and muffled by the skin of his shoulder. His ass clenched and lifted, and he thrust and withdrew, his breath washing through her hair and his body shuddering as he began a faster pace, taking her over the edge and toward an orgasm.
Margie closed her eyes. There was just this. The feel of him inside her body, the smell of him and their breath. Their joined flesh and their skin rubbing together, creating friction on her flesh and within it as well.
She began to come, her walls constricting and then opening again. Her toes curled, and her heels dug into the mattress as she arched higher, trying to give him a better angle of penetration so that he could take her all the way, take her from the first pulses of an orgasm right into the shuddering depths of her climax.
Heated oils splashed from her core and onto his rod. She cried out again, gasping his name as he moved faster still, the tension and friction within her walls as they fluttered around him, cradled him and milked his prick, sent him right into a climax of his own.
The heavy twitches of his cock, the feel of his seed bursting into her, splattering and running through her tight sheath, sent her orgasm blasting back from where it had been fading to and she rode that wave, that hard and cresting spike of passion that left her shaken and shaking as he slowed then stopped his body, going first rigid and then limp.
The heat and weight of him on her body felt so right, and so perfect. She held onto that even when he withdrew and drew her into his arms, cuddling her close to him.
His hand stroked her hair away from her brow. His lips found hers again and she closed her eyes, letting her tongue touch his and the sweetness of that replace the heated urgency that she had felt earlier.
He said, “You’re afraid.”
“I am.” She shifted a bit so that she could see his face. “Are you not?”
“Of course I am. But being afraid is no reason not to do something. In fact, it’s usually the best reason to do something, or so I have found.”
She lay there, thinking of that. Her eyelids grew heavy, and so did her breathing, but one thought remained at the top of her mind even as she drifted toward sleep.
She had to go with him, and she had to hide the fact of her pregnancy from him.
Margie woke much later. Jeval was gone, though proof that he had been there hung on her linens and skin. She rolled over and stared at the darkening shadows in the corners. It would be time for the communal meal soon, and she should get up. She had not done much work that day, but given that she had just returned from a spy mission, she was sure she had a pass on that.
She sat up and swung her legs to the floor. The room dipped and spun, and her head ached.
Her hand went to her belly, and a gasp rose up high in her mouth. Her belly had been perfectly flat earlier, but now it was pouched out and hard, a small ball of fat and the weight of the baby within her.
