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press of his cock against her lower belly, the way her nipples rubbed across his chest and just how
much she needed him again. A hunger which she couldn t seem to sate fully, not that she minded
feeding it. Not when the male was Solus.
As if possessed of a mind of their own, her hands rose to twine around his neck, holding him while
she nibbled at his skin. He groaned, his hands rubbing circles on her back.
 Fiona. Stop distracting me.
 Do what you have to, she murmured.  I ll just keep myself busy.
He laughed.  Incorrigible wench.
Pausing in her kisses, she asked him,  Why do you keep calling me wench? My name is Fiona. He
tilted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
 Think of it as a nickname. For some reason, every time I think of how I carried you off the asteroid,
over my shoulder, kicking and screaming, I think of a movie Seth made me watch where a pirate stole
a female the same way. He also called her his wench.
 So now you compare yourself to a pirate? She smiled.  Is it because you like to plunder my
treasure? She laughed at his shocked look.  You are not the only one who s 131
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been made to watch pirate movies by Seth. So, my buccaneer, when do we get to the ravishing part?
 Now! He kissed her hard, his arms hugging her tight to his body, skin to skin. Oh how she loved it.
She especially loved how natural she could act around him. How she could tease without thinking of
the illogic of her statements. How he seemed different around her, more free with his smiles and
speech.
While he kissed her with a hungry passion, he also seemed determined to wash every inch of her
himself, moving her hands aside when she would have helped.
 Don t touch, he growled softly.  I ve been wanting to cleanse your skin with my own hands since
the first time we showered together.
He had? Before she could ponder his startling declaration, she found herself lost in the pleasure his
touch awakened. His hands cupped and teased aching breasts, slid between soapy thighs, rubbed
against her. It was less a washing than a pleasurable foreplay of things to come. He d no sooner
washed and rinsed her than he was kneeling between her legs, his mouth hot and wild on her sex,
bringing forth her orgasm and cries of ecstasy all too quickly.
As the shudders of her climax eased, she looked down to see him still kneeling before her. He looked
too appealing, so perfect that when he stood, she decided to do something she d vowed never to do
again. Of course, she made that promise to herself before she met Solus and he d changed her mind
about a lot of things.
She gripped his cock and stroked it. The long hard feel of him in her hand was exciting in its own
way.
 That feels so good, he groaned, his hips angling into her strokes.
 I know what will feel better, she said. She knelt on the shower floor, bringing herself almost eye
level with his dick.
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His hands gripped her shoulders, but not to encourage her. He partially pulled her up saying,  No, you
don t have to.
She pushed at his hands and returned to her kneeling position.  I want to. Please let me. Not wanting
to hear him protest further, she opened her mouth and sucked the head of his shaft into her mouth.
Whatever he d been about to say emerged as a strangled sound. The grip on her shoulders eased,
however, the tension in his body increased. He stood blocking the spray but the steam from the
shower kept her warm as she explored him with her mouth and tongue.
Long, thick and fascinating, she trailed her mouth up the length of him, tasting his taut skin, feeling the
pulse in his dick. She swirled her tongue around the tip of him, then sucked him into her mouth. His
hips jerked and he gasped.
She took him in deeper, opening her lips wide to accommodate his size. His fingers twined
themselves in her hair, gently guiding her as she found a rhythm and sucked him. She looked up as she
bobbed her head and saw him staring down at her, his eyes shining bright with passion. She suctioned
his length and loved how his lips parted to emit a hoarse cry. Faster she worked him, using a hand to
cup and knead his balls as she dipped back and forth onto him.
 Pull back, I m going to come, he panted.
She tightened her grip and pulled harder. His hips jerked and he cried her name when he came. The
way he said it, so possessive sounding, sent a shiver through her frame.
She took everything he had to give and swallowed it, basking in the moment. She even allowed
herself to pretend he loved her.
Allowed herself to dream.
*
Solus was right about one thing, Fiona thought days later as their craft began its descent into the
chosen planet s atmosphere. They did fight about her involvement in the 133
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operation to snag the human who d hurt her. Fought, then had wild sex. Fought some more, and tore at
each other s clothes. They battled with words, but neither would give way.
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