His expression was as anguished as it was angry.“If anything happens to you, I can’t handle it.”
She smiled.“I love you too.”
She stood on tiptoes to kiss him, rubbing against him as she did so.Stacy knew the chances she took arousing a furious Nobek warrior.Then again, she liked it rough.
It would help her unleash her stress after the assassination attempt too.Kuran wasn’t alone in wanting to hurt someone to vent the fear.
She crawled up her muscled Kalquorian lover, clawing his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist.He growled as his tongue plundered her mouth, instantly hard where she needed him to be.She grabbed a handful of his long black hair and pulled.
The next instant, she was on her back on the desk.Kuran’s weight pinned her to its hard surface.He nabbed her wrists and forced them down over her head, not caring she took a few strands of his hair along.His grip was punishing, and she thrilled to his power.
She was glad she’d worn a skirt, short enough to just brush the tops of her knees.He would have destroyed pants as he did her underwear, shredding the thin fabric to bare her to his need.She was surprised he didn’t tear his own trousers.He wrenched their resealable crotch seam open, and his heavy cocks spilled out, gleaming wet excitement.
He took her unmercifully, as she’d expected and hoped.She hissed through her teeth at the delicious mingling of hurt and lust as he invaded and claimed her.His groin clapped to hers in a relentless tattoo.In seconds, she was spiraling upward, reaching for rapture.It came at the exact moment Kuran went rigid and shouted his release.Their sexes convulsed in tandem, unleashing the pent-up angst and ecstasy that fed on each other.
Stacy gasped in the aftermath, Kuran’s heavy weight blanketing her as he groaned an accompaniment to the diminishing pulses of his climax.
When he went still, she rocked her hips carefully, insisting he remain hard inside her.His breath caught, and his head rose from the pillow of her shoulder so he could look at her face.
“We aren’t done,” she purred.
His feral countenance eased to reveal the shattering love he felt for her.Crying out, she strained toward him for a kiss.He obliged, his tongue gently stroking hers.
He moved down, releasing her wrists to rumple her blouse to her throat.He eased her bra up to join it and framed her breasts in his palms, pressing them together so he could wet them with his kisses.Meanwhile, he met her thrusts.His long, muscular body curled tight so his eager mouth could lavish her chest and fill her at the same time.
He was in less of a hurry, but no less intense.His thrusts were strong, though not as frenzied.He didn’t caress her breasts so much as devour them.His teeth scraped her nipples, and he sucked as if to swallow the ample mounds.She responded to his enticing power by clawing at his bare shoulders.She punched them when particularly heady jabs of delicious hurt sent shards of vicious delight straight to her pussy.She kicked the backs of his thighs, knowing his blend of masochism and urge to dominate reveled in her abuse and powerlessness.
He straightened, his feral glare pure hunger as he grasped her hips.He yanked her onto his cocks, quelling her writhing by taking her at his pace.The change in angle brought his primary hard against her interior hotspot.Already in heady contact, thanks to his smaller sex filling her rear entrance, the pressure where it felt best multiplied.Stacy squalled at the thunderclap of sensation barreling up her spine and into her skull.
Kuran’s hands were huge.He shifted his grip on her hips merely a little, but it allowed his thumbs to reach the edges of her mound.They pulled, drawing her folds apart so he could better see his larger cock invading and retreating, fucking her.His scrutiny excited Stacy more.She raked red-taloned fingers on his chest, wrinkling his sleeveless maroon shirt.His response was to rut harder, his lips drawing from his teeth in a triumphant, fierce snarl.
He drew out suddenly.She started a squeal of protest but was interrupted by him lifting her and turning her around.He wasn’t gentle, but his care assured her there’d be no bruises as he forced her to bend over the desk.She groaned a welcome as his thicker girth invaded her ass, spreading her to the aching point.His talented fingers dove where she was wettest and found her clit.She stiffened, then pounded her fists on the desktop as he stroked, in her and where she was most sensitive.Orgasm broke over her.She shouted helplessly as he drove and drove and drove.
“Again,” he growled, three thick fingers invading her pussy while he continued to relentlessly fondle her clit.
Overwhelmed, Stacy fought to escape before she could be utterly destroyed.She had no avenue to which she could break free, however.Her hair rose as renewed climax swooped toward her, then caught her in its unrelenting jaws.
Only when her cries became whimpers as the violent waves eased was Kuran satisfied.His passion filled her to overflowing, draining him of the worst of the fears and fury that had owned him since the attempt on Stacy’s life.Though she couldn’t see his face, she intuited the dulling of his misery’s edge.
He was still buried in her, his warmth blanketing her when he sighed.“You’ll be guarded heavily by me and my men, phased of course.I’ll insist Chief Adams puts a detail of no less than half a dozen of his men on watch as well.”
“Thank you, my Nobek.”She smiled, loving him for letting her do her job, as well as his determination to keep her safe.
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Earth II
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As she’d aspired to, Toni had been allowed to go home within the week.Dr.Bowen’s admonishment to take it easy...her promise to do so was among the deciding factors for her early release from the hospital...was ignored in favor of pacing the floor of her living room.Not that she had much space to do so.It was a cozy little room with comfortable overstuffed furniture perfect for snuggling on.
She wasn’t in a snuggling mood.
When her door announce went off, she was so certain of who’d arrived and relieved for such a presence, she almost shouted admittance.Instead, she called in a shaken voice, “Who is it?”
“Clan Imon,” came the welcome reply.
“Door open.”
