Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Then, it blooms inside me, hot and liquid. I gasp out his name—Mycrul—as the bone-deep orgasm quakes through my body, sending me over. My legs and toes curl up, my body clenching around him, and then I hear Mycrul's panting breath shudder brokenly. His movements stutter, and then heat floods through our joined bodies as he comes inside me, and we rock together, riding the wave of release.
I lose track of time. I lose track of everything, really. Lost in the haze of two orgasms, I'm barely aware that I'm still on top of him, my hips twitching as if I can't stop moving, can't stop grinding over him. I'm too addicted to the pleasure of his big body. He pulls me down over him, draping me against his chest and then arranges my arms so they go around him. Mycrul strokes my back and holds me close and whispers my name over and over again even as our bodies slide apart.
"I love you," I whisper to him as I cuddle against his big, hairy chest. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too." His hand strokes down my damp back. "I'm…going to need to do that again. Soon."
And I chuckle. As if I'd have a problem with that? "Just for the record, I don't plan on leaving this bed for the next few days."
His fingers glide over my skin. "I might need more time than that."
"Well, all right," I muse. "But they might look at us weird if we're fucking like bunnies while they try to show us our new home."
A deep rumble in his chest. Laughter. "You know what I mean."
I do. But it's fun to tease him anyhow.
We nap a little, and then Mycrul wakes me up, his need hot and urgent. He pulls me under him this time, and we fuck so hard that the bed creaks and groans and threatens to pull away from the wall. Then we fuck in the shower. We return to the bed for another power nap and yet another round, and I make it as far as the food dispenser before Mycrul is on me again, pushing me up against the wall and parting my thighs before driving home.
The others probably think he's killing me. Or at least they might if I wasn't crying his name out so loud, along with things like "Harder" and "Fuck yes, come all over me." That probably ruins the suspense, now that I think about it.
The trip to Risda III feels like it's nothing more than a few hours, even though I know days pass. Someone eventually comes and knocks on our door, letting us know that we'll be disembarking soon. We kiss one more time, and I give Mycrul the world's briefest hand-job, just because I love touching him, and then we get ready. Our room reeks of sex, my hair is permanently snarled at the back of my head from being rocked into the mattress, and I couldn't be happier.
No one says a thing to us when we land, but Milly va'Rin looks very pleased. Her husband does, too, though his pleasure seems more tied to hers than to our happiness. Doesn't matter. As long as I live, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to repay them for their kindness. I thought everything on this end of the galaxy was cold and cruel, but maybe this is a new start in a million different ways.
Mycrul takes my hand as we head toward the ramp. His excitement is palpable, and he looks almost like a little kid as we head off the ship. "Close your eyes," he tells me, leading me toward the exit. "I want you to notice how clean it smells when we arrive. It doesn't smell like the jungle at all. It smells like…like sunshine."
The jungle had plenty of sunshine—and lots of heat—but his enthusiasm is infectious, so I obediently close my eyes and let him lead me down the ramp. The moment we step outside, the wind rips at my hair, and it feels almost…chilly. I'm so used to the oppressive mugginess of the jungle that this feels cold and sharp and surprisingly lovely. I lift my head, tilting toward the wind, and take a deep breath. I smell the ships, of course, that faint tang of burned metal, but beyond that, it smells…crisp. It's hard to describe with my paltry human senses, but I wonder what it feels like to Mycrul, whose sense of smell is incredible.
I squeeze his hand, smiling. "I like it."
"Just a few steps more," he tells me, guiding me carefully forward. I'm not afraid. His hands are on me, leading me, and I know he'd die before he let me get hurt. I have nothing but trust in him. "Then you'll see it."
Biting my lip to keep from smiling, I nod. This is a serious moment for him, and I want to be serious, too.