11. Maar

CHAPTER 11

MAAR

I t's a struggle to walk normally thorugh the IHC compound. All I wish to do is take this tiny human woman and put her over my shoulder and run to her quarters where I will ravish her for days on end.

In the end we approach her abode and she opens the doors.

I can feel the blood pounding in my veins, a rhythm that matches the primal drumbeat of the universe as Alyssa's door slides shut behind us. Her quarters are a sanctuary, a private realm where the rest of the galaxy falls away, leaving only her and the electric tension that crackles between us.

"So," Alyssa's voice is a sultry whisper, her eyes locked onto mine, "about that inappropriateness..."

Her words hang in the air, an invitation drenched in the same desire that fuels the fire within me. I step closer, my voice a low growl, "I think we're well past appropriate, don't you?"

She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and takes a step back, beckoning me to follow. "Then let's not waste any more time."

As I advance, the primal instincts of my Vakutan heritage surge to the forefront, transforming me into a predator on the hunt. Alyssa is my willing prey, and the space between us evaporates with each determined step I take. In an instant, we're a tangle of limbs, her body light and pliant in my arms as I lift her off her feet. Her legs lock around my waist, pulling me closer, as if the very gravity of Mars conspires to fuse us together.

Our lips meet in a collision of unspoken promises, the jalsaghar bond between us sparking to life in a ravaging fire of passion. It ignites a frenzy of need that burns through my veins, a fiery tempest that neither of us can deny nor wish to extinguish. Each desperate kiss, each shared breath, stokes the inferno within, binding us in a dance as old as time, a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that has transcended the boundaries of our disparate worlds.

We stumble towards the sleeping area, our bodies entwined, each touch, each kiss, fueling the inferno that threatens to consume us. Clothes become an afterthought, discarded in a trail leading to the bed.

Her skin is soft beneath my hands, a contrast to the hard muscles that ripple beneath my touch. She gasps as I explore her body, a symphony of pleasure that spurs me on. "Raaj," she breathes out my false name, her voice a melody that resonates with the very core of my being.

I pin her to the bed, my body hovering over hers, our eyes locked in a moment of raw vulnerability. "Alyssa," I murmur, the sound of her name a sacred incantation on my lips.

She bucks her hips, a silent plea for more. I oblige, our bodies moving in a dance as old as time, each thrust a testament to the unspoken bond that ties us together. The air is thick with the scent of our exertion, the sounds of our passion filling the room.

"You're mine," I growl, the words slipping out before I can stop them. She responds with a moan, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me closer, deeper.

As our rhythm accelerates, the world around us blurs into a wild crescendo that threatens to shatter us both. I feel Alyssa's body tighten around me, an exquisite vise that stokes the fire within to an inferno. Her back arches, a bow strung taut, as she cries out in ecstasy, her voice a siren's call that resonates deep in my core. The sensation of her release, the convulsive clenching and unclenching, triggers my own climax—a white-hot surge of pleasure that rips through me l, obliterating all thought, all sensation, save for the raw, visceral connection between us, threatening to consume my entire being. In this moment, there is no Maar the Vakutan, no Alyssa the admiral's daughter; there is only the primal dance of two souls entwined, the echoes of our passion reverberating into the silent void of the universe.

We lay there, spent and breathless, the echoes of our lovemaking still reverberating in the air. Alyssa traces lazy patterns on my chest, her voice a contented purr, "I could get used to this."

I pull her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The guilt of my deception gnaws at me, but in this moment, I allow myself to bask in the warmth of her affection. "As could I," I admit, the words tasting like both a promise and a lie.

For now, the truth remains a silent specter in the shadows of our passion, a secret that could tear us apart. But as Alyssa's breathing evens out and she falls asleep in my arms, I can't help but wish that this night could last forever.

Soon, Alyssa dozes off.

I carefully extricate myself from Alyssa's embrace, my movements slow and deliberate to avoid waking her. As I rise, I pause for a moment, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, her face peaceful in slumber. A pang of guilt twists in my gut, but I push it aside.

The cool air of the room prickles my skin as I make my way to the lavatory. After relieving myself, I splash some water on my face, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The man looking back at me is both familiar and a stranger.

Returning to the bedroom, I retrieve my personal compadd from my discarded clothes. The device's soft glow illuminates the darkness as I check for any new communications. Sure enough, there's a message waiting, its presence filling me with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I glance at Alyssa's sleeping form, my finger hovering over the notification. Whatever this message contains, I know it has the potential to shatter the fragile peace of this moment.

I open it.

"Failure to carry out orders. Await extraction and assist in securing target."

Shit.

They're coming.