Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

I t was almost strange how nervous Molly wasn’t . She’d led Tav back to her room with their hands bound together, both of them certain of where this night was going. And she wasn’t nervous that he’d see her naked and turn away, or ask to turn the lights off because all bodies were the same in the dark. She didn’t think he’d reject her or make her feel less of herself for having physical desires.

No, she walked beside him with the certainty that however the night ended, they’d both be spent and satisfied, and maybe she’d be one step closer to being able to walk onto his ship and off of Honora Station once the party was over.

Lunch had been late, and neither of them made mention of dinner. She had food waiting in her processor if either of them got hungry, but that was a concern for later. Every moment of the day not spent completely engrossed in work had her thinking about what Tav said about the denya bond. It sounded fake, like a prank some man would use to get an unsuspecting woman in bed. But the pain in Tav’s eyes when he’d revealed the truth was all she needed to know it was real. She trusted him, perhaps more than was wise, but there was no turning back now. Not a single cell in her body wanted to.

Strong arms wrapped around her as the door closed, shutting them off from the rest of the ship. Molly’s room was impersonal, her only possessions coming from a single trunk she’d hauled across half the galaxy. There wasn’t enough stuff in there to make the place look messy, even if she’d upended everything onto the floor. But Tav didn’t seem concerned about her lack of decorations. He nuzzled against her neck, his lips brushing almost chastely against her suddenly galloping pulse.

“Is this alright,” he murmured, holding her tight.

Molly arched into him, trying to press as much of their bodies together as possible, and nodded. She reached a hand up to hook around his head and hold him closer; the grip was awkward, but Tav’s body was hard in all— all —the right places, and she was willing to deal with the slight strain on her muscles. His tongue brushed against her and it was enough to make her moan, but not enough to satisfy her. No, she’d need all of him for that, over and over again if she had any say in it.

“The bed’s just through there,” she said, not quite managing to nod towards the corner of her room where she slept.

Tav’s lips stilled and his hands moved to her hips, pushing her slightly away until a breath of air could make it between them. “I don’t want to rush you,” he said, his words belying the thickness of his cock.

But Molly wasn’t a blushing maiden, and she knew what she wanted. What she needed. “This isn’t rushing. This is… perfect.” She didn’t want to get emotional tonight, but something bled into her voice, and it let her know that there was no escaping the emotion when it came to Tav. He’d snuck inside of her when she wasn’t paying attention, and if she wanted him gone, she’d need to do a lot of work to evict him.

That wasn’t about to happen.

She reached down and grabbed one of his hands, spinning out of his grasp and pulling him towards the bed. It was bigger than she was used to, having grown accustomed to the tiny bunks on many starliners, but no matter how she and Tav lay, it would be a tight squeeze. She didn’t see that as a bad thing. She held his gaze as she lowered herself down onto the bed and laid back before letting her eyes rove over him. He was beautiful, exquisitely masculine with a heart-wrenchingly tender look in his eyes that showed her he saw her as precious, not someone to be taken and left behind.

“I want to see you,” she said.

He spread his arms. “I’m right here.”

Her eyebrows shot up and she pursed her lips. “If you think that’s what I mean, this night isn’t going to be nearly as exciting as I thought.”

He grinned and undid the buttons on his top until a strip of his golden chest was bared to the harsh light of her room. Molly leaned forward and placed her hand inside, helping him out of his top and loving the play of his hot skin under her fingers. He must have run hotter than a human; it was like a furnace lived inside of his chest. She traced the dark markings that radiated out and down from his neck, lightly caressing the raised edges until he shivered.

“Are they sensitive?” she asked, watching his eyes darken momentarily to red when she darted her tongue out and licked him. She was powerful here, holding his pleasure at her mercy.

Tav had to swallow before he spoke, and when his words came out, they were husky. “A little. Keep doing that.”

She tugged him closer while going to her knees on the bed so she had better access. Her lips trailed down a path, tasting the salty sweat of his skin and the difference in texture between it and the marks he bore. He had a hand on her arm, holding her lightly, but his muscles bunched up as if it was a hardship to not grab on and hold her with all of his strength. He was leashing himself for her, holding back so he didn’t hurt her. Molly wasn’t made of glass, but the care shot straight to her heart and made her long for everything he could give her.

“I still haven’t seen all of you,” she whispered as she laved her tongue over his nipple and felt him shiver.

“I don’t know if I can hold myself back once I’m naked.” The ragged confession was torn out of him, his breath heavy and eyes completely gone to red.

Molly grinned up at him from where she was kneeling. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Do you want me, dearest Molly?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. I want you. And I trust you to take care of me.” In bed and out of it, but she’d save the entirety of that confession for later. Now she just needed him, in whatever way he was willing to give.

His hands shook slightly as he pushed his pants down, but he stood proudly, naked in front of her, still as a statue for her perusal. His cock stood tall, hard and thick, and different enough from a human’s that she couldn’t resist running a finger from base to tip, feeling the foreign veins and ridges under her finger tip.

Tav groaned and arched towards her.

Molly wrapped a hand around him, careful not to squeeze too tight, and moved up and down, excruciatingly slow enough to have him cursing in a language that her translator didn’t recognize. He trembled, trying to stand tall as she gave him this pleasure, but he looked ready to collapse, or to surge forward and take over, scooping her up into his arms and plunging deep into her willing sex.

Yes, now please.

“Kiss me,” he commanded, voice almost too low for her to hear. It was feral, completely animalistic, and it set something off in Molly that she’d never known was possible.

They crashed together, devouring one another with teeth and tongues, and a little too much force. Tav pushed her back, climbing over her on the bed and easing her down onto the mattress. She left her hand where it was, the hard heat of his cock too tempting to pull away from, not when it had him making noises she couldn’t describe but that made her insides curl up in yearning. Yes, him, yes, this. Yes, now.

“Please.” She didn’t know what she was asking for; she spoke the word against his lips and only knew he’d have to read the desires in her body.

And he didn’t disappoint. Tav pulled back, leaving Molly’s hand empty, but he took the reins, kissing his way down her body, leaving a hot trail and setting her off. She was on the edge and his fingers hadn’t gone anywhere near her core. She feared a single brush would send her over. Feared and wanted. Now.

He must have been reading her mind as a finger circled the outside of her sex and pushed in, but that wasn’t all he did. His lips brushed the skin just under her breast and he bit down hard enough to leave a mark, startling her, pinching her enough that she didn’t come as he began his siege to bring her pleasure. His lips and fingers worked in tandem and Molly’s own fingers found their way into his hair, gripping it, trying not to pull, but needing the contact.

She arched up against him and wrapped one leg around, giving him as much access as she could, sobbing out pleas as he tortured her with his tongue like some sort of sadist. God, she could fall in love with that tongue. She probably already had.

He stretched her out, his fingers wickedly working within her, finding every spot that made her gasp and moan for more. Finding spots she’d never even found herself. And when he seated himself at her entrance, kissing his path back up to her, she couldn’t take anymore.

“Now,” she demanded, fingers curled tightly around his arm. “Fuck me.”

Tav grinned and pushed himself, joining them together with a slow thrust. He was big, bigger than she’d expected, and the stretch took a moment. And then he began to move. He seemed determined to drive her mad, as if he was challenging his own ability to hold his desires in check. She was ready to howl and scream and demand that he move faster, that he take her hard, take her now, and leave her marked forever as his.

And something inside of him seemed to snap and Molly pulled him close and crushed their mouths together. He plunged into her, taking her just as hard as she wanted until suddenly she shivered and rippled, her mind blanking as her body surrendered to pleasure, cresting the peak as she cried out his name.

With a yell, Tav followed after her, spilling inside of her and thrusting through to the end.

Something deep inside of her seemed to snap into place, right below her heart, and for a moment it was like she could feel Tav’s heart beating inside of her own. The denya bond, what he’d told her about.

She hadn’t expected to feel it, but even before that, she’d been sure that no matter what, she wouldn’t be able to let him go.