her in tight, his erection pressing against her hip. “The household is stirring, so any indulgences will have to wait. Though I would ask for a kiss.”
She turned in his arms, searched his face for any sign of pain or exhaustion. His green eyes flashed with amusement at her inspection. “What? We had a long night. I just wanted to be sure—”
“I am not fragile, Anji. You forget my ability to heal. I was immersed for more than a day, far longer than my normal cycle. I know I was not conscious during most of that time, which allowed my body to focus on healing.”
“And you don’t feel any pain? Any—I don’t know, difficulty with your gills?”
He eased out of her arms and sat, showing her his back. She pushed up, and laid her hand in the middle of his back, between both sets of gills. The scar was still there, across the left side, but there was no sign of the blood that had scared the hell out of her, or any inflammation.
“Do I pass inspection?” The amusement in his voice—his full voice, not the scraped whisper—had her leaning in to kiss his broad, freckled shoulder. She smiled at his warning growl and slipped her arms around his waist. “Anji.” This time his voice did sound strangled. “My back is—”
“Oh.” She let go of him as realization smacked her. “Sorry.”
He whipped around and had her flat on the bed before she could blink. “Never apologize, t’anling , for what you would not know.” He lowered himself to her, spreading her legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her. They both moaned at the contact. “Soon, when we have the luxury of time, I will show you every part of my body that is—sensitive.” He slid along her already slick folds and she arched off the bed. “Then you will show me yours.”
“I think you—know mine. Kiele—stop teasing me.”
“Forgive me.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “May I have that kiss now?”
She tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed him with all the love, all the desire she had for him. He groaned against her lips, and pushed himself inside her. Anji opened herself to him, needing to feel him again, whole, alive. He loved her, slowly, their kiss smothering any sound that might give them away.
When he started thrusting deeper, she dug her fingers into his arms and met every stroke. Their tongues matched the ever more frantic pace, the kiss turning wild as he drove into her.
Pressure built, hot and fast, and she moaned against his lips when her orgasm hit, her body clenching around him. He stroked her faster, and stiffened, groaning into her mouth as he spilled himself inside her.
Anji gentled the kiss, framing his face and meeting every stroke. She wanted to take him higher again, feel him lose control, like he only did with her. When he started panting against her lips, thrusting hard and deep, she held on, part of her wishing their love could make a baby.
***
Kiele kissed Anji again, one long, breathless kiss, and left the bedroom. He wanted her with him, but this time the danger was too high, the chance of success—almost zero. He refused to expose her to such risk.
He wrapped the leather protectors around his wrists that Orlen had brought from the ship, and met him outside the human’s house, as planned. Orlen handed over the crude map, and a pack.
“I took what weapons I could, without them noticing. Are you certain, Kiele? She will not be happy to see you.”
“I can stop this, Orlen.” He gestured to the house. “The humans will storm into the lab and accomplish nothing but their deaths. The guard that shackled me was an experienced soldier, and there will be more of them, sent by her faction, waiting for an attack. Watch Anji for me.” He laid a hand on Orlen’s shoulder. “Keep her safe.”
“You have my word, Commander. I find myself liking her, despite my original misgivings.”
“She does know how to get under your skin.” Kiele swung the pack over his shoulder.