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first touch….the heat of her small palm
pressed against his, her fingers voluntarily lacing with his….God, that had
almost brought him to his knees.
    After the first few years on Dragath25, pain hadn’t been as
big a part of his day. Life had settled into one numb, bleak cycle after
another. But pleasure…he’d thought that sensation gone for good.
    Until she offered him anything.
    Her body trembled as he slid his hands across the silk of her
creamy shoulders, down her arms, the foam from the soap leaving streaks of
white. Tracing the softness of her warm flesh ecstasy and hell.
    He sucked down a shuddering breath, scrambling for an anchor,
drowning in sensation. After eight years of a bleak void, the awakening of
every nerve ending was almost painful. The shocking riot of another’s scent and
touch and sound almost too acute to bear. And still he couldn’t make himself
stop.
    She was so tiny his palms easily spanned her back. Yet she’d
taken on soldier bastard and him. And done whatever was necessary to save her
friends. Maybe she had the kind of strength necessary to survive Dragath25. At
least longer than most females.
    “Do you want to know my name?”
    His hands stilled. He should have known his fighter girl
wouldn’t go down quietly.
    Her voice was part whisper, part reproach. “It’s Cadet Annabella West. Bella, for short.”
    “It suits.” But I
prefer fighter girl.
    His hands glided to her full tits, rolling her sweet pink
nipples between thumb and forefinger. So smooth. So stiff. Her sharp gasp only
made his dick throb harder.
    “I came here on a mission.” Her voice was growing less
steady, more breathy with every second he played with her breasts. “I came to
find a way to save Earth. To—”
    He splayed his hand down her flat belly and cupped her mound.
“Fighter girl?”
    “Yes?” Her word was an unsteady hiss.
    “Shut up.” He nipped at her throat, his fingers ghosting over
the soft folds of her pussy. Getting her used to his touch. Reminding her what
was to come. She wasn’t wet. He hadn’t expected her to be. There were things
that needed to be established first. Things her mind needed to accept before
her body followed.
    “What was doesn’t matter. The past is over.” Another inmate
had told him the same thing early in his arrival. When he’d still been clinging
to the man he was. To the life and the rules and the norms he’d known on Earth.
The lesson had saved his life. “Life on Dragath25 is short. Ugly. Brutal. Every
day you survive is a miracle.”
    He paused, letting the words sink in. “Do you understand what
I’m saying, female?” She nodded, but he pushed himself to continue anyway. He’d
been out of the habit of talking for a while, but this was important. He needed
her to understand. “This is about pleasure. Not pain. I don’t get off on pain.”
    She stilled, and he thought he heard a small sob. It caused
an odd tightness in his chest. He should have mentioned no pain before. He was
definitely out of practice.
    “I won’t hurt you.” His thumb skimmed over her clit, gently,
barely there. “On Dragath25, you take your pleasure where you can, when you
can. Because tomorrow you might not be alive to feel anything at all.”
    There was a moment of silence, the only sound the rasp of her
too fast breaths, and then, to his immense satisfaction, she relaxed a fraction
against him, her legs widening ever so slightly to accommodate his touch. “No
pain is good. I…I can do that.”
    Her courage hit him like a sucker punch. Stealing his breath,
sending his limbs twitching, his blood roaring in his veins, his body demanding
its due, while his mind screamed at him to get the hell out of this cave before
it was too late. To turn tail and run before her fearlessness turned this into
something he’d never intended.
    For eight years, he hadn’t given a damn about another soul.
It had kept him sane. It had kept him alive. Feeling something for this woman
besides