Klaz

KLAZ

I stared at Cinta, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Every instinct screamed at me to claim her, to make her mine forever. But I held back, clinging to the last shreds of my self-control.

“Cinta,” I snarled. “You need to get away from me.”

Her eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and desire evident in her gaze. “Tell me why,” she whispered.

I swallowed hard, fighting against the urge to act on my darkest desires. “I want to bend you over that table,” I said, nodding towards the nearby workstation. “I’d fuck you slowly, so slowly you’d beg me for more, cry for me to go harder, deeper.”

A soft gasp escaped her lips, but she didn’t pull away. I continued, my words coming out in a heated rush.

“I’d reach around your hips, pinch your clit while I’m inside you. I’d do whatever you want, give you every pleasure you crave.”

Cinta’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating.

“And when you’re cumming around my cock,” I growled, “While you’re losing your mind in pleasure, I’d bite your shoulder. Give you the claiming bite that would mark you as mine. Forever.”

The words hung between us, heavy with promise and danger. Cinta’s eyes were wide, her lips parted as she panted softly.

It was too much. I was going to lose control completely.

I jerked away, putting distance between us. With trembling hands, I grabbed a blanket and draped it over Cinta’s shoulders.

“I’m going to stop now,” I said hoarsely. “While I still have some control left.”

Cinta clutched the blanket around herself, her expression a mixture of disappointment and relief. I turned away, unable to look at her without wanting to finish what we’d started.

“We should rest,” I said, moving towards the far side of the room. “We don’t know what challenges tomorrow will bring.”

I woke with a start, my body tense and ready for action. The events of the previous night flooded back, overwhelming my senses. Everything about this woman - it was all burned in my memory. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the images, but they persisted.

A war raged within me.

I wanted her. Craved her like a drug.

But the rational side of my mind screamed warnings. I was too damaged for someone like her. She deserved better.

I sat up, careful not to disturb Cinta’s sleeping form. She looked peaceful, vulnerable. My instincts flared, urging me to shield her from the harsh realities of our situation. But I knew I had to maintain a professional distance. Our survival depended on clear heads and focused minds.

As if sensing my gaze, Cinta stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine.

“Morning,” she finally mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

I grunted in response, already moving away. “We should get moving. Lots to do.”

Cinta sat up, the blanket falling away to reveal her curves. I averted my eyes, but not before catching a glimpse that sent heat coursing through my body.

“About last night-” she began.

“Let’s just focus on survival,” I cut her off, perhaps more harshly than intended. “This station might have supplies we can use.”

Cinta swallowed hard, then nodded. “Right. Survival first.”

We dressed in silence, the awkwardness between us nearly unbearable. Every accidental brush of skin against skin sent sparks through me. I longed to finish what we’d started the night before. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

As we prepared to explore the station, Cinta tried again. “, we can’t just ignore what happened. What’s happening between us.”

I busied myself checking the room’s systems, avoiding her gaze. “Nothing’s happening. We’re two people in a survival situation. That’s all.”

“Bullshit,” Cinta snapped. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel this... this pull between us.”

I whirled to face her, my control slipping. “Of course I feel it! But it doesn’t matter. We have to get off this ice ball alive. That’s all that matters right now.”

I was already moving towards the door. “Come on. Let’s see what else this place has to offer.”

We ventured deeper into the station, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words. Every room held new discoveries - advanced scientific equipment, preserved specimens of local flora and fauna. Under different circumstances, I might have found it fascinating.

In one lab, we uncovered logs detailing experiments on the planet’s unique ecosystem. Cinta pored over the data, her quick mind absorbing the information.

“Look at this,” she said, pointing to a screen. “They were studying some kind of bioluminescent algae. Apparently, it has incredible regenerative properties.”

I leaned in to look, acutely aware of her proximity. Her scent filled my nostrils, clouding my thoughts. I stepped back abruptly, needing distance.

“Interesting,” I muttered. “But unless it can fix our ship, it’s not much use to us.”

Cinta frowned. “You don’t have to be such an ass about it. I’m just trying to understand our situation better.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just... on edge.”

Her expression softened. “I know. We both are. But pushing each other away isn’t going to help.”

Before I could respond, a faint beeping caught my attention. I followed the sound to a nearby console, hope surging as I recognized the equipment.

“It’s a long-range communication system,” I breathed. “It’s damaged, but... if we can get it working...”