Chapter 10

TEN

The soft brushof Kimba's fingers wakes me immediately, but I don't move.

I watch her play with me in the darkness, unable to see. She hums sleepily to herself as she rises, wrapping her fingers around me and finding the tip of my cock with her lips. They brush over me just as softly and I moan, despite trying to stay still and silent.

I feel the breath of a laugh against my skin and she looks up at me without being able to meet my eyes. "I want a midnight snack."

I don't correct her that it's past midnight. The dark clock on the far wall tells me it must be nearly dawn.

"You can have anything you like."

"Good. Because I like you."

She moves with the same grace she always does, slipping her leg over me and using that grip to slide my cock against her and I twist my hands in the sheets. She hums as she rocks against me. "How many times have I dreamed about waking up as you slid into me?"

She slips me inside her and eases down my length. Head tipped back, she shivers and sighs as her body eases to fit me.

A small part of my sleepy mind had worried I'd dreamed our bonding.

The warmth of that relief is replaced by the overwhelming flood of lust. "Do you think it was more times than I have?"

"Definitely." Her hands slide up my chest, up my neck until they find my face and she holds me still as she leans forward to kiss me, the move drawing her off of me until the tip of my cock is all that is left inside of her. "I think I sleep more than you do."

It's my turn to chuckle, and hers to moan, when I take hold of her hips and move her back, sliding her onto my cock, exactly where she belongs.

But she doesn't stay there for long.

I keep ahold of her, but gently. She's doing all the work. I'm just here to support her.

There's no possible way to describe what I feel through the bond.

It's one thing to know. It's another to know.

No explanation could have prepared me for this.

Kimba's everything I have ever wanted… and she's finally mine.

As she rocks and rises over me, I try to fathom how I possibly got this lucky. How an attempt on my life gave me something so precious as this connection… someone worth living and dying for.

"I'm going to have to teach you how to focus." Leaning down, squirming on top of me, she presses her beautiful full lips to mine, kissing me so deeply I forget what was distracting me. When she pulls away, her lips still brush mine. "The only thing you should be thinking about is filling my pussy with cum."

I twitch inside her, and the burble of joy and ecstasy that filters through her into me makes me twitch again.

Nails scraping my chest, she rides me.

In the dark, no one else could see her like this. She is mine and I'll do everything I can to keep that look of bliss on her face.

"Keep thinking those thoughts, and I might blush."

She can't hear them, but she can feel them. Just like I can feel the building desire in her.

She's mine.

"You're mine now." I repeat the words that echo in an ever-growing chorus in my head.

"Yes." The word is a breath in the cool air around us.

"No one else can have you."

She laughs, but it's a sharp agreement that courses through me.

"They can look, but they can't touch."

"There's no one else I even wanted to touch. I've wanted you from the first night I met you." She rocks forward, eyes closed, and I wish she could see me. "I wanted to take you into my mouth, drink you in."

"And now, you have me, you can do everything you want… anything."

"Good. Because I plan on taking you every way, everywhere, I can think of."

I want that too.

"I have no idea how we're ever going to make it to one of those other places."

I've imagined her on every horizontal surface in this room, and every vertical one, too. Imagined her in the middle of the war room floor upstairs, flirting with the danger of interruption.

I've dreamed of taking her in the most inappropriate places…

My fingers tighten on her to keep from bucking her off of me so I could drag her to the dresser on the far side of the room. It would place her pussy at the perfect height for my cock…

"I like when you think about fucking me." She lets out another breathy sound that is partially a laugh. "My tips doubled when I knew you were watching me perform… I wonder how much I'll make the first time I dance when I can feel you watching me."

"That will be an interesting experiment." I kiss her and wonder if I could make her come while she dances. Wonder how many men that would bankrupt.

Our lust is on a feedback loop and even though it's a slow and steady ride, each rock of her hips—each thrust of mine—builds, and when I adjust my grip so my thumb can snake down…

The moment I press her clit, the sensation hits me, and I come before I even realize I was that close.

That feedback loop pushes her over the edge too.

Fuck.

I don't know if one of us said it or if I thought it… but the sentiment rings in my veins.

She doesn't say anything as she kisses her way down my chest. Her lips leave a warm trail and I struggle to breathe as she slips off of me, cum pooling as it pours out of her.

My eyes fly wide and I push up onto my elbows to look down at her as she draws her tongue up the ridges beneath my cock.

"You taste good." She says, as if she can hear the question through our bond, "I'm not going to start sucking on the sheets or anything like that."

She snorts a little laugh and then, I notice her eyes have a faint blue shimmer.

"You can see me."

She hums in agreement. "A little. I think it's a mixture of the bond and your cum inside me… It went away quickly last night. I don't expect it to stick this time."

She takes me into the heat of her mouth and I almost drop back onto the bed, but I force myself to stay upright, to watch her clean my cock with her tongue and take me into her deeply enough that her eyes flutter close.

It feels too good and I was already too near that edge.

"Kimba," I thread my fingers into her hair. "I'm so close, susre."

She pulls off of me just long enough to say "good" and takes me into her mouth again. Her tongue flat against the ridges of my cock, she sucks at the tip of me. The pressure, her pleasure, it coils tight in me until I burst.

"Saints. You want to push me over that edge, don't you?" I tighten my grip on her on accident and it sends a jolt of pure lust through the bond to me. I groan, gritting my teeth as I flinch against that feeling.

Hand twisted tight in her hair, I hold her still as I rock my hips into her and shudder through the last of my release, shocks of pleasure pulsing through the bond each time I reach the back of her throat.

And when I'm done, I hold her there still, selfishly wanting to see her draw back from me, wanting to see my cum pour from her mouth.

When I let her go, it spills down the front of her, making her skin glimmer. She draws in deep breaths, looking at me with a smile so wicked it makes my cock twitch again.

"Did you know that most people don't leave their homes for a month after they've bonded?" She asks. "Did you know that?"

"I know that there are usually considerations made with employers." And perhaps I should have given the bonded men in the brotherhood longer. "And I can understand why." I drag her up me, ignoring the cooling cum that has made us both a mess.

"If given the choice, I would lock this outpost down tight and live inside of you."

"You liked when I pulled your hair." D's words are soft, but it's so quiet in the room, he barely needs to speak them at all.

"I did." A flutter of anxiety passes over my skin, I can still see him in the dark. It would probably be easier to admit this if I couldn't. "Edan didn't really know the concept of gentle sex. I didn't realize how much I missed being… used like that."

"If that's what you need from me, I can learn."

"Gentle is good too." I slip my arms around his neck and press myself against him. "We're not replacing him, right? I'm not trying to make you into a new version of him. I want you. And I want you to love me the way you do."

He tips my chin up. The effects of the sex are already starting to fade, but I see the smile on his lips before he kisses me.

"I will love you every way possible. And if you want, I'll find impossible ways to do it too."

I don't care if he's being serious, that's too ridiculous not to laugh. But he catches that laughter in a kiss and then rolls over top of me, scooping me up and taking me with him when he rolls again, standing this time.

But he doesn't leave me at the hallway, he carries me across into the room that is "mine" and I don't protest when he sets me down in front of the partition to the commode, because he goes to my shower and while I take care of that necessity, he turns it on and tests the temperature.

The lights are still off, but the windows let in enough for me to see as I join him and he goes to his knees, washing the remnants of cum and sweat from my skin.

"Careful," I say, drawing my finger over his brow ridge. "Look at me like that for long and you're going to get fired for not being able to do your job."

He grins so widely, I should probably be scared, but then he draws my leg over his shoulder and drags his tongue across me. One tip on either side, toying with me.

In the dark of his room, I'm forced to focus on what I feel. Here, I get to watch.

He presses his tongue inside of me and then his eyes flutter shut.

The only thing that breaks the silence of the next few minutes is the splatter of the shower, and the sharp breaths as I try to keep myself upright.

When I come, the soft sounds that echo off the shower walls send satisfied tremors through our bond.

And I look down at him, still on his knees, licking his lips.

"I wish I knew what you see when you look at me," I say.

"I wish you could see it too. You are so beautiful it hurts, Kimba."

We manage to finish cleaning up and get out of the shower. Towels wrapped tightly around us before I realize Edan's picture was on the counter, watching us this entire time.

"Do you think he would be mad?" D asks, my sudden apprehension making its way through the bond.

"I don't know."

"He loved you. And I will honor his memory the only way I am able. By loving you the way he would have, if he had been given the opportunity."

I swallow back the lump in my throat and remember the downside of the bond's emotional tether.

"I don't think he would have liked watching you love me. He was jealous and possessive at times… even when he didn't need to be. But I hope he wouldn't begrudge us this."

The two people I spoke to on Earth—before I cut them and the planet out of my life entirely—hadn't understood the shrine… the funeral rites… any of it. And there were so few women on the planet who had been in my position…

I didn't imagine D would be the one who made this easier to bear.