Xion’s Pleasure Machine

Katya laughed in disbelief, her eyes still dilated with awe and desire, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She had never experienced anything like it before. It was as if her world had been turned upside down, and she'd lost all bearing.

Xion gazed at her, his eyes still filled with a hunger that hadn't dissipated.

Katya stared back at him, her eyes mirroring his, her heart pounding.

She tagged his muscled arms and wrapped them around her, pulling him close, his chest to her backside.

His hand slid between them, and his timbre rumbled in her ear. ‘More?'

She was hit with a fresh wave of inexplicable craving and a rush of wetness.

She's never been so ignited for a man before.

Without hesitation, she swirled her ass into his front. ‘Damn woman, that's unruly, uncalled for,' he groaned.

‘What are you going to do about it?'

That's when he glided into her again from behind.

She moaned, loving the sensation of his thickness back inside her like he was never meant to be apart from her.

He cupped her breast and tweaked her nipples while she stroked his thighs and arms and leaned back for a deep, sensual kiss.

This time, they made love slower and with more languor, enjoying every moment.

They shed all emotional barriers, unveiling each other's raw vulnerability and unbridled lust.

Xion's caress set Katya's skin ablaze, igniting a fire within her just by the heat of his embrace.

As he claimed her with a ferocity that left them breathless, Katya surrendered to the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her.

Their bodies moved in a primal rhythm, an unspoken language of longing and release. Every touch, kiss, and whispered plea spoke volumes of their shared connection until they both combusted and rode the wave of bliss to an all-new high.

‘That was intense,' she murmured many moments later, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.

He kissed her, savouring her. He stroked her hair, letting the weight of her body rest on his, allowing their hearts to find a rhythm together.

‘Nada, you're intense,' he growled.

‘I think we know who that description belongs to between the both of us,' she countered.

He huffed and buried his neck in her shoulder.

‘You're quite the lover,' she said. ‘Where did you learn how to piston like that, you freakin' pleasure machine?'

He pulled back, biting his lip, eyes dancing.

‘Are we going there?' he rasped. ‘Because it's a fokkin' long story.'

‘Maybe not right now,' she murmured, hands tracing his thigh. ‘Perhaps some food?'

‘Oh fokk,' he groaned. ‘I haven't fed you. What kind of piss-poor host am I?'

She laughed as he rose from the divan and tracked to the stairs.

‘Kodan, you're prepping our meal, naked?' she called after him.

‘You know you love it,' he grunted.

She did. The sight of his muscled butt headed to the lower level was enough to entice her from the bed.

Wrapping the blanket around her, she followed.

In the galley, Xion was a site to behold.

He wore only an apron, working in the mess, which was generous for a ship this size.

The open space also featured a small lounge, dining table and chairs for five.

‘Welcome to my chef à domicile,' he rasped. ‘May I interest you in a cheese omelette, herbed sausages, crusty, buttery bread, a wild leaf salad and a glass of wine?'

Katya laughed, unable to contain her amusement at the sight. ‘Sounds delicious, but I'm still on the fence about the nude cooking.'

Xion smirked, sliding her a chair. He motioned for her to sit, reaching in between the folds of the blanket to cup her breast and tweak her nipple.

She shivered with delight and moaned, leaning into him.

His lips turned up, and he kissed her. ‘See, woman, no fences round here, just plain loving. Now, sit.'

His tone was teasing, his eyes never leaving hers.

Katya shuddered, the memory of their lovemaking still fresh in her mind. ‘I surrender. I'm now over the fence, and I also sense whatever you prepare will be delicious,' she said, complying with his request and finding a chair.

Xion hummed, a satisfied grin playing on his mouth. He cracked open the eggs, breaking the yolk with a deft hand.

His seasoning was quick and precise. However, her attention was not on his salt and spice but on his sweet taut muscled butt.

She smirked in amusement as he moved with practised ease in the kitchen, flipping eggs and sausages with idle grace.

‘I had no idea you were a cook,' she said.

‘I had to learn,' he grumbled. ‘Better than the alternative of living hungry as a single man, ay?'

She leaned over the table, admiring the muscles in his upper body tighten and undulate as he worked.

‘You know, you're rather attractive when you cook,' she noted. ‘Your butt cheeks have this flex -'

She reached to pinch the enticing muscle, and he slapped her head away.

‘Don't go starting something, woman. I need my energy first.'

The promise in his eyes was enough to get her sitting back down and tamping her desire.

As he began to sizzle the eggs in butter on the stove, he hummed, tripping a series of timbered words.

‘What's the language?' she asked. ‘I've caught you using it a few times.'

‘It's French,' he offered. ‘My parents in Eden City came from a Francophone-speaking nation on Earth.'

‘Where are they now?'

His eyes clouded over for a moment. ‘Long gone. All of us Riders are orphans who banded together in our misery to form the Sable Group. They're my family now.' But I still honour my maman et papa by keeping the dialect we shared in my heart.'

‘You're a man of many layers,' she whispered.

He glanced at her, his eyes smouldering.

‘And so are you, khaliya.'

He paused, giving her an assessing look, shifting the vibe between them. ‘Tell me about Akira Claw.'

She jolted. ‘How did you know?'

‘The Khosana DKRT is a very well-informed and chatty woman.'

Katya blanched, taking in a shaky inhale. ‘He's an ex-lover, one who caused me much anguish.'

‘So you stole from him?'

She lurched once more. ‘How in Pegasi hell-?'

When he cocked a brow, she capitulated. ‘He deserved it. He's a manipulative, sick bastard.'

‘So he means nothing to you.'

She shook her head with vehemence. ‘Not in the least. He's not even a fraction of the man you are, and he never really wanted any part of me,' she growled.

He gave her a long, contemplative look, ran his tongue under his top lip, and, making a decision, popped the cork on the bottle, which echoed in the quiet galley. ‘His loss because now, I want all of you,' he rasped.

Katya's eyes met his, her gaze softening. ‘Really? Do you want a washed-up cat burglar with a dozen kids and a shady career as your woman? Doesn't that fly in the face of the justice you Riders dispense? As well as your single, bachelor lifestyle?'

Xion leaned on the counter and nailed her with an extended look. ‘Kids don't faze me; I like them and even mentor a few on Eden II. But if you're my woman, I'll encourage you to explore another way to be creative. Heck, I'll fund whatever legit venture you put your mind to.'

Her eyes widened. ‘I'll have you know the heists were to feed my family; it's all I knew to survive. But I'm willing to unlearn it all and pursue something new to take care of my family. Without the devil on my back.'

She paused for a beat. ‘Kodan, I've never had a man care for me. All the men in my life have either stolen from or wanted something from me. You're different. You make me want to be better and worthy.

She ducked her head, shy all of a sudden. ‘You are something else, Sable.'

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. ‘We're not the most conventional pair, but that's what makes us interesting. We both have our secrets, our skeletons, and our past. But today, at this moment, I want us to be honest with each other. To be real. That's all I ask to care for you how you deserve to be.'

With a flick of his wrist, he poured two glasses of wine, the ruby liquid swirling in the crystal. He handed her one, his fingers brushing against hers for a fleeting heartbeat.

‘Here's to the start of something, Katya, that I hope will last as long as the halo of stars in the sky around us.'

She elevated her glass, a small smile tugging at her lips. ‘To new beginnings, kodan.'

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. ‘You ain't seen nothin' yet, khaliya. But know this: I'm genuine,' he rasped with earnestness. ‘I want to help you, Katya. You and your children deserve more than a life of scraping by.'

She accepted the chalice from him, her gaze locked on his. ‘And what do you want in return?'

He smirked and pulled her close, his mouth grazing her ear. ‘The appreciation of my food.'

She gave a small, amused huff.

Katya admired his lean body, the sinuous way he moved, and the soft expression on his face every time he sliced his eyes at her.

It was inevitable. The fokkin' roguish Rider had stolen her heart.

In minutes, he had a platter laden with the fruits of his labour.

He carried it over to the table, and they fell over the fare with a ravenous hunger that could only come from making love.

Later, they returned to bed.

He climbed back on the divan, crawling towards her until he hovered over her.

Her eyes widened at the sight of his pulsing cock, his erection stiff and throbbing.

Xion gazed into her eyes, his pupils dilated.

‘Ready for this again, beautiful?' he growled with a sultry smirk.

He pushed her onto the plush surface, the divan giving way beneath them.

Her eyes were half-mast with need, her exhalation ragged as she locked her eyes on him, the connection raw and primal, making her tremble with anticipation.

Xion's eyes never left hers as he lowered onto her, his lips meeting hers once more in a fervent kiss.

Their tongues mingled, tasting each other, exploring every inch of one another.

He broke away, panting, his gaze never straying from her.

With a growl, he trailed his fingers along her neck, down her chest, then between her legs. Her breath hitched at his touch, as with a snarl of possessiveness, he positioned his thickness to probe her wetness, his eyes never leaving her face.

He eased in, entering her, filling her with his hardness, losing himself in her pulsing heat and tight clasp.

Katya arched her back, her hands gripping his shoulders. She moaned out loud, the sound echoing through the Tachy.

Writhing beneath him, she curved her spine, moaning, hair flying as he slammed into her again and again.

Her cries of pleasure filled the air, mingling with his ragged breaths.

The intensity of their lovemaking was palpable, a storm of emotion and desire that threatened to consume them both.

Xion was relentless, his focus fixed on her gratification and satiation.

As she neared the edge, her muscles contracted around him with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

‘Khaliya,' he growled, ‘you're mine, all mine.'

Xion's thrusts became frenzied, slamming together with a feverish convulsion.

He shuddered as his release built up to a crescendo, trembling with the force of it.

He exploded inside her, her bliss washing over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

It went on and on, rising and falling until, finally, the bliss washed into deep-set contentment.

Sated, they lay skin to skin, heart to heart, panting, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire.

Katya's eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, limbs heavy on his, the warmth of her dermis against his seeping into his bones.

He ran his fingers through her hair, the soft strands brushing his calloused skin.

‘Xion,' she mumbled, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. ‘I never thought I would find someone like you. One who makes me feel this way.'

He smiled at her, his eyes gleaming, twisting his hips so she gasped. ‘And what way is that, Khaliya?'

She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched into a smile. ‘So alive, like anything and everything is possible.'