Cinta

CINTA

T he wind howled, whipping snow across the barren landscape. I trudged forward, my boots crunching through the icy crust with each step. The cold bit at my exposed skin, and I pulled my makeshift scarf tighter around my face.

Klaz walked ahead, his broad shoulders hunched against the wind. His gray skin almost blended with the bleak surroundings, but the green markings on his arm stood out starkly. I found my gaze drawn to him, tracing the lines of his muscular back.

He glanced back at me, his red eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked away. But not before I caught the flash of concern in his expression.

That kiss. It haunted me, the memory of his lips on mine, the heat of his body pressed against me. I tried to clear my thoughts. Now wasn’t the time for distractions.

We crested a ridge, and I gasped. Before us stretched a vast field of ice, unbroken white as far as the eye could see. The sun glinted off the surface, creating a dazzling, alien landscape.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.

Klaz grunted in agreement. “And deadly. We need to find shelter soon.”

I nodded, scanning the horizon. Something caught my eye – a dark, angular shape against the white expanse.

“Klaz, look!” I pointed. “What’s that?”

He squinted, then his eyes widened. “It looks like... buildings. A complex of some kind.”

Excitement bubbled up in my chest. “Shelter?”

“Possibly. Let’s approach with caution.”

As we drew closer, details became clearer. It was indeed a sprawling complex of low, utilitarian buildings. The structures looked weathered, battered by the harsh environment.

“What is this place?” I asked.

Klaz’s expression was grim. “If I had to guess, an abandoned research station. We might find supplies inside but stay alert. We don’t know what condition it’s in.”

We approached the nearest building, noting the damage. Cracks spider-webbed across windows, and metal panels had been torn away by fierce winds. An airlock door hung partially open, rust frozen in place.

I peered inside, then turned to Klaz with a grin. “Want to see a trick?”

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

I fished in my pocket, pulling out a few bits of scrap metal I’d collected from the wreck of the escape pod. With deft fingers, I fashioned a crude lockpick. It took a few attempts, but soon I heard a satisfying click.

The inner door swung open, and I spun towards Klaz with a flourish. “Ta-da!”

I thought I saw a flash of admiration in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by his usual stoic expression.

“Impressive,” he said. “Now, let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

We stepped into a dark corridor. Emergency lights flickered to life, casting an eerie glow. The air was stale, thick with dust.

“There,” Klaz pointed. “Main control room.”

Inside, banks of equipment stood silent, covered in a thick layer of dust. Klaz moved to a central console, his fingers flying over the controls.

“I’m going to try to restore power,” he said. “You should explore, see what else we can find. But be careful.”

I nodded, heading out into the corridor. The station was a maze of rooms and passageways. Labs filled with equipment I couldn’t begin to understand. And a medical bay, its supplies a potential goldmine.

But they’d been emptied.

As I made my way back to the control room, the floor vibrated beneath my feet. Lights flickered on, and a low hum filled the air. I quickened my pace, excitement building.

I burst in just as the main lights came on. Klaz stood at the console, a rare smile on his face.

“You did it!” I exclaimed, rushing towards him.

Without thinking, I threw my arms around him in a hug. We stood there, bodies pressed close. I felt the heat of him, heard the quickening of his breath.

Klaz cleared his throat and stepped back. “We should check the entire station for potential threats.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the disappointment that welled up inside me. “Right. I’ll gather supplies – I saw a medical bay earlier.”

But there wasn’t much to be found.

The station looked like it had been cleared out when it was abandoned, leaving little behind. Wrenching open yet another twisted locker revealed a heavy winter coat. Maybe when the miners left, they didn’t need such things, too bulky to pack.

There were several more inside, and I grabbed them all. But as I held one up, doubt crept in. Would any of these fit Klaz’s broad frame? I bit my lip, hoping at least one might stretch enough to accommodate him.

As night fell outside, we reconvened in a room near the center of the complex. It was defensible, with only one entrance and thick walls.

I busied myself arranging our supplies, trying to create some semblance of comfort in the sterile space. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Klaz as he secured the perimeter. His movements were precise, economical. The actions of a trained soldier.

Finally, we sat down to a meal of rehydrated rations. The food was bland, but it was hot, and after our hike through the cold, it tasted like a feast.

As we ate, I was keenly aware of Klaz’s proximity in the small room. The air felt charged, electric. Every time he moved, I felt my skin tingle.

I cleared my throat, desperate to break the silence. “So, um, how long do you think we should stay here?”

Klaz considered briefly. “At least until the storm passes. We need to rest, heal, and plan our next move.”

I nodded, then blurted out, “About that kiss...”

Klaz stiffened, his expression guarded. “What about it?”

“I just... I can’t stop thinking about it,” I admitted, my cheeks burning.

In Klaz’s eyes I saw a flicker of something – desire? longing? – before he looked away.

“It was a mistake,” he said gruffly. “We were caught up in the moment. It won’t happen again.”

His words stung, but I pushed on. “Was it really a mistake? Because I don’t think it was.”

Klaz’s jaw clenched. “, we can’t... I’m not... This isn’t a good idea.”

“Why not?” I challenged, moving closer to him. “Give me one good reason.”

He stood abruptly, putting distance between us. “Because I’m dangerous. I’ve done things... terrible things. You don’t know me, not really.”

“Then let me know you,” I said softly. “I’m not some delicate flower, Klaz. I’ve seen my share of darkness too.”

The sting of Klaz’s earlier rejection still lingered in the air, mingling with the scent of rehydrated rations and the distant hum of the station’s reawakened systems.

I watched him, his broad back turned to me as he secured the room, his every movement a testament to his strength and discipline. The weight of our isolation pressed in on me, intensifying the connection that crackled between us, a live wire threatening to ignite.

I approached him slowly, each step deliberate, a silent challenge to the resolve he’d armored himself with. “Klaz,” I whispered.

He turned to face me, the red of his eyes reflecting the dim light of our sanctuary. The air grew thick, charged with an energy that was undeniable. I reached out, my fingers ghosting over the sharp angles of his cheekbones, tracing the dark green markings that adorned his gray skin.

“,” he warned, but his voice was husky, betraying his struggle for control.

I stood on my tiptoes until my lips found his, tentative at first, testing the boundaries of this desire. His response was immediate, a growl rumbling deep in his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against him.

The kiss deepened, a dance of tongues and teeth that left me breathless. My hands wandered, exploring the contours of his body, the hard planes of muscle beneath the rough fabric of his suit. When my fingers brushed the base of his horns, his growl grew louder, a primal sound that made me moan in response.

In one swift motion, Klaz lifted me off my feet, pressing me against the cool metal wall. His hands were everywhere, peeling away the layers of my environmental suit with an urgency that left me dizzy.

His mouth left a trail of heat as he kissed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me. When he reached my breasts, he cupped them in his hands, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into peaks. He took one into his mouth, sucking and licking, while his fingers teased the other, the sensation overwhelming.

I clutched at his shoulders, grounding myself as the world seemed to spin out of control.

Klaz released my breast slowly, his eyes meeting mine as he trailed kisses down my stomach. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice ragged at the edges.

“There’s nothing I want more,” I breathed, my words punctuated by the sharp intake of my breath as his fingers continued their delicate torment.

I slid my hands over his horns, feeling the ridges and valleys of their surface, the way they tapered to fine points. His eyes fluttered closed, a shudder running through him as I teased the sensitive spots I’d discovered.

With a reverence that startled me, Klaz sank to his knees before me, his hands skimming over my hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my suit’s lower half. He pulled it down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine, as if seeking my silent consent with every inch of exposed skin.

He parted my legs, his breath hot against my core. When his tongue darted out, tasting me, I cried out, the sudden intensity of the sensation nearly sending me over the edge. He lapped at me with long, languid strokes, each one stoking the fire that burned within me.

I was lost in a sea of pleasure, the world narrowing to the feel of his mouth on me, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the relentless flick of his tongue. My orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me, sweeping me away on a tide of ecstasy.

But Klaz was not finished. He stood suddenly, lifting me with ease, his hands beneath my thighs, holding me aloft as his mouth returned to my pussy. I clutched at him, my legs wrapped over his arms, as he devoured me, his tongue delving into me, fucking me with a fervor that left me boneless and panting.

The second orgasm built swiftly, a crescendo of pleasure that broke over me with devastating force. I screamed his name, my body shuddering with the intensity of my release, as I begged him for more.

My body trembled, still riding the aftershocks of pleasure as Klaz gently lowered me to my feet. I leaned against the cool metal wall, struggling to catch my breath.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding and reached out, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the tension there.

He closed his eyes, a low growl rumbling in his chest. When he opened them again, I saw a war raging behind them – desire battling with restraint.

“,” he said roughly. “We shouldn’t?—”

I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

I stood on my tiptoes, replacing my finger with my lips. The kiss was soft, tentative, a question, almost a promise. Klaz remained still, and I feared I’d pushed too far.

Then, with a groan of surrender, he deepened the kiss. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I melted into him, savoring the taste of him, the feel of his hard body against mine.

When we finally broke apart, both of us gasping for air, I saw the conflict still raging in his eyes. He took a step back, his hands clenching at his sides.

“We can’t do this,” he said, but the words lacked conviction.

I took a step forward, closing the distance between us once more. “Why not?”

Klaz’s jaw clenched. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Then show me,” I challenged, my heart racing.