I sighed, reveling in the feel, for I felt… complete. My pussy clenched around him, little shockwaves of pleasure rolled through me. The stimspheres he’d inserted only made me more sensitive, more aware of every place he stroked.
Tark’s eyes fell closed and his teeth ground together. “Fark,” he hissed, just before he gripped my hips and began raising and lowering me.
I tried to shift, to rub my clit against him every time he lowered me down, but his hold was too secure. All I could do was feel as he rocked his hips up in counterpoint to him lowering me.
My breasts bounced and made the chain shift, my nipples tingling and tight, the weight adding to the sensations coursing through my veins, but it was not enough to get me to come. How did this man know how to get me so close to the edge and not push me over? It had never been this intense before. Our skin was slick with sweat, our breathing rough and ragged. Wet sounds of fucking filled the space and I could hear myself cry out in pleasure, only increased by the painful counterpoint of my sore bottom rubbing against his thighs. The rest of the outpost was just outside the flimsy walls and could no doubt hear—and know—what we were doing. I didn’t care. I only cared about being with Tark and letting him rule my body. No wonder I’d never come for another man.
“We will come together, gara,” he growled and I swear I felt him grow even bigger inside of me.
He reached between us and flicked over my clit, all the time his dark eyes held mine.
I couldn’t keep them open, but his voice stirred me. “No, look at me. I want to watch your face as you come, as you take my seed.”
My inner walls clenched down at his words, and I came. My eyes widened, almost in surprise that I could feel this way, that this man could give it to me. I cried out, the sound escaping my lips. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t hold anything back. As I arched my back and ground down on his thighs, riding out the pleasure, I watched Tark as he clenched his jaw. His cheeks flushed and he growled. The tendons in his neck tightened and I felt his cock pulse, his seed filling me. I knew my pussy was gripping him like a fist and almost pulling the cum from his body, as if it needed it, craved it.
Spent, I slumped forward, my head resting against Tark’s shoulder, our chests pressed together. My pussy continued to clench and squeeze in little aftershocks and I had no desire to move. The way Tark stroked his big hand up and down my slick back, neither did he.
I didn’t know how long we remained like this, but Tark stood, keeping himself deeply embedded as he walked across the tent and laid me down on my back as he loomed over me. He held his weight off of me with his forearm. A thick lock of hair fell over his forehead and I swiped it back, although it just fell back in place.
“Evelyn Day, you please me.”
“Eva,” I replied.
He frowned.
“I go by Eva.” It was important to me that he called me by my real name, not the false one given by the prosecutors for my secret identity. That wasn’t me. Nothing about Evelyn Day, the murderer, was me.
“Eva,” he repeated, as if trying out the name. “What is it that you do on Earth?”
He frowned even more, the furrow in his brow deepening. “Why do you roll your eyes at me?”
“You want to have a conversation like this?” Tark was lying on top of me, buried to the hilt, covering me like a heated blanket. His face was inches from mine, hovering and focused on me with such intensity that I was finding it hard to focus. I’d never felt so consumed. So treasured. So intimately linked to another person.
He stroked a hand over my hair and I resisted the urge to nuzzle into the strong warmth of his palm. “What, with my cock still inside you?”
I nodded against the soft mattress.
He grinned and my heart melted a little. “Nothing will get between us, gara. Besides, I want to ensure my seed stays inside and takes root.”
“You… you want a baby?” The men I knew were not interested in babies at all. “I have an implant against conceiving.”
He shook his head. “As part of the processing, that was removed. Remember the probe?” How could I forget? “It confirmed you are fertile and capable of being bred. You do not wish for a child?”
I shrugged and looked at the crisp hairs on his chest, ran my fingers over them. They were silky soft and I could feel the beating of his heart beneath my fingertips.
“I do, but on Earth, I had no man. I assumed I would have children someday. You have had longer to consider,” I added.
“I have. It is a requirement that I produce an heir.”
I stiffened beneath him, not pleased to be considered just a vessel for his progeny.