Ky’s face. “ Fuck .” He gave Naya an apologetic look. “Hate to tell you this, hon, but we’ve just lost the force fields. One more hit and we’re a dog’s dinner.”
Stomach clenching, heart pounding, Naya turned and stared out the window, watching the Skimmer careen past Ky’s ship. It banked into a tight arc and flew straight for them, a direct target.
“Not today,” Ky stated calmly, hauling on the helm.
At that exact moment, a blast of energy punched into the side of the Skimmer.
“What the fuck?” Ky gaped at the sight.
Fresh blasts of energy struck the Skimmer, spinning it like a planet whipping on its axis before another ship swooped into view.
It tore across space between Ky’s ship and the Skimmer, firing on the New Earth rebels’ adrift vessel, again and again and again until, with one last blast, the Skimmer detonated in a blinding explosion.
“Who the fuck is this now?” Ky ground out, flinging his ship into a tight upward bank. “And why are they—”
“Kylun Echo,” a deep voice growled through the ship’s com—and pure joy flooded through Naya’s very being. “This is Dreylan Tarq. I think you have something of mine aboard your ship.”
Ky gave Naya a sharp look. “I have? What?”
“My heart.”
Easing off the helm, Ky cocked an eyebrow at Naya, his expression curious. “Is that right? Are you his—”
Naya didn’t hear the rest. A tingle swept through her body, a million pinpricks of light erupted under her skin and suddenly—wonderfully—she was standing in a different cockpit, held firmly against Dreylan’s body, staring up into his eyes.
He gently pressed his forehead to hers. “And a man can’t live without his heart.”
Naya gazed at him, her body thrumming with life, her heart thumping. She was there, in his arms, and yet… “The premier…New Earth… Dreylan, I can’t ignore my duty.”
His nostrils flared. “The GU will be needing to elect a new premier. I doubt the next one will demand marriage as a condition of inclusion.”
Hope filled Naya’s chest. “What happened to Premier Ipari?”
Dreylan’s jaw bunched as he pulled her closer to his body. “Ipari met his worst nightmare.” Before she could ask him what that meant, he scooped her up in his arms, holding her snug to his chest. “Now,” he murmured, brushing her lips with his, “didn’t you know you can never escape your dream lover?”
Naya slipped her arms around his neck. “Didn’t you know I never wanted to?”
Dreylan grinned. “Good.” And he crushed her mouth with his.
Epilogue
She walks through the temple doors, the cool night air kissing her flesh with a million tiny lips of mist. Above her, the ancient candelabras glow, casting the sacred place of worship in a warm, golden hue. Her shadows dance with her as she walks toward the altar, a slow, rhythmic ballet that tells of a woman in love.
The cool breeze from the moon tickles over her skin once again, joining the hands caressing her body. Hands that smooth over her belly, her hips. Hands that cup her breasts. The mist licks a languid path up her legs, over her calves, joining the lips traversing her thighs. A tongue dips into the warm junction of her sex and a cry slips from her lips.
The tongue rolls over her clit and she arches, lifting her ass off the altar and offering her pussy to her lover’s divine mouth.
He takes the offering, lapping at her juices, his fingers gripping her hips to hold her still for his worship. He plunges his tongue past her folds, runs it over her clit, back to her pussy again.
You taste so sweet.
His voice slides over her skin, low and deep. It sends a shiver through her and aching nipples pinch hard, tips longing to be sucked.
Her lover lifts his head from between her thighs, his ice-blue eyes studying her with smoldering desire. Soon …
She catches her breath and wet heat floods her sex. The promise in his gaze is heady. It makes her pussy grow heavy with want. Wet
Stomach clenching, heart pounding, Naya turned and stared out the window, watching the Skimmer careen past Ky’s ship. It banked into a tight arc and flew straight for them, a direct target.
“Not today,” Ky stated calmly, hauling on the helm.
At that exact moment, a blast of energy punched into the side of the Skimmer.
“What the fuck?” Ky gaped at the sight.
Fresh blasts of energy struck the Skimmer, spinning it like a planet whipping on its axis before another ship swooped into view.
It tore across space between Ky’s ship and the Skimmer, firing on the New Earth rebels’ adrift vessel, again and again and again until, with one last blast, the Skimmer detonated in a blinding explosion.
“Who the fuck is this now?” Ky ground out, flinging his ship into a tight upward bank. “And why are they—”
“Kylun Echo,” a deep voice growled through the ship’s com—and pure joy flooded through Naya’s very being. “This is Dreylan Tarq. I think you have something of mine aboard your ship.”
Ky gave Naya a sharp look. “I have? What?”
“My heart.”
Easing off the helm, Ky cocked an eyebrow at Naya, his expression curious. “Is that right? Are you his—”
Naya didn’t hear the rest. A tingle swept through her body, a million pinpricks of light erupted under her skin and suddenly—wonderfully—she was standing in a different cockpit, held firmly against Dreylan’s body, staring up into his eyes.
He gently pressed his forehead to hers. “And a man can’t live without his heart.”
Naya gazed at him, her body thrumming with life, her heart thumping. She was there, in his arms, and yet… “The premier…New Earth… Dreylan, I can’t ignore my duty.”
His nostrils flared. “The GU will be needing to elect a new premier. I doubt the next one will demand marriage as a condition of inclusion.”
Hope filled Naya’s chest. “What happened to Premier Ipari?”
Dreylan’s jaw bunched as he pulled her closer to his body. “Ipari met his worst nightmare.” Before she could ask him what that meant, he scooped her up in his arms, holding her snug to his chest. “Now,” he murmured, brushing her lips with his, “didn’t you know you can never escape your dream lover?”
Naya slipped her arms around his neck. “Didn’t you know I never wanted to?”
Dreylan grinned. “Good.” And he crushed her mouth with his.
Epilogue
She walks through the temple doors, the cool night air kissing her flesh with a million tiny lips of mist. Above her, the ancient candelabras glow, casting the sacred place of worship in a warm, golden hue. Her shadows dance with her as she walks toward the altar, a slow, rhythmic ballet that tells of a woman in love.
The cool breeze from the moon tickles over her skin once again, joining the hands caressing her body. Hands that smooth over her belly, her hips. Hands that cup her breasts. The mist licks a languid path up her legs, over her calves, joining the lips traversing her thighs. A tongue dips into the warm junction of her sex and a cry slips from her lips.
The tongue rolls over her clit and she arches, lifting her ass off the altar and offering her pussy to her lover’s divine mouth.
He takes the offering, lapping at her juices, his fingers gripping her hips to hold her still for his worship. He plunges his tongue past her folds, runs it over her clit, back to her pussy again.
You taste so sweet.
His voice slides over her skin, low and deep. It sends a shiver through her and aching nipples pinch hard, tips longing to be sucked.
Her lover lifts his head from between her thighs, his ice-blue eyes studying her with smoldering desire. Soon …
She catches her breath and wet heat floods her sex. The promise in his gaze is heady. It makes her pussy grow heavy with want. Wet
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