Chapter Seven #3
When I came in the room, I saw him sleeping on top of the large bed. He had folded the quilt and put it under him because we didn’t use the soft mattresses humans liked. But as a result, he was shivering, even though he was sound asleep. An untouched tray of food was sitting on a table nearby.
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Blake
I awoke slowly to blessed warmth enveloping me.
I moaned and snuggled into it, hearing a faint chuckle from someone lying beside me in the darkness.
Alarmed, I came fully awake, gasping and sitting up.
The man beside me tried to pull me back down in his warm embrace, but I started to struggle, still not fully awake.
“Stop it, nobyo. It’s me.”
I did stop struggling then and stared at his handsome face, only inches away. It was Davos and I was glad to see him. I’d been dreaming about that horrific day they told me he had been killed on Myrthia, and I’d wanted to die too.
I thought at first that I must still be dreaming.
He had left my room in anger that morning, after blasting me for no particular reason with his biting sarcasm and his terrible temper.
Then later he had created a scene with Evoq and then taken me to bed and kept me there most of the afternoon.
I knew he disliked Evoq, but I hadn’t invited the priest to come to my room.
Far from it. I just wasn’t as rude as some I could mention.
But all that was forgotten in my joy that Davos was here with me now, like an answer to my prayers, after I had dreamed that he was gone forever, and I’d never see him again.
I threw myself over him, wrapping myself around him and reveling in the scent and the feel of him.
And the warmth. He was like the antique iron insert in the fireplace that my grandmother used to have back on Earth when I was growing up.
We had other more modern heating of course, but she loved to see the flames dancing in the fireplace and taught me to love it too.
“If this is a dream, please don’t wake me up,” I murmured to him.
He laughed softly and nuzzled my throat with his nose, a thing that roused shivers up and down my spine.
He whispered something to me in Tygerian as I clung to him.
It could have been more sarcasm, but I didn’t understand him, so I decided it was something nice.
He pulled me over on top of him and wrapped his arms around me, and I suddenly realized I was very naked and so was he.
He had stripped me and pulled the blankets I’d folded under me out from beneath me and pulled it over us both.
He’d even adjusted the heat slightly upward to make sure I was comfortable.
I knew it was probably only for the baby’s sake, but I was grateful for it, nonetheless.
“I thought I should share some body heat with you and wake you up. You looked far too comfortable.”
“Did I? You’ll be happy to know I wasn’t comfortable at all. I’d been crying and my eyelashes had frozen together.”
He squeezed me then saying, “You need to toughen up if you want to be a Tygerian mate.”
“Who said I wanted to?”
We were teasing, or at least I was. So, I kissed his jaw, nuzzled my nose into his throat, and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close against me.
I wanted him to know how much I loved him.
With a groan, he rolled me over onto my back, slipped his finger in his mouth to get it wet, and then we both groaned as he slipped that one finger gently, but persistently, inside me.
A few minutes later, when he added another, I arched against him, crying out a little.
He made soothing noises against my mouth, kissing me tenderly, but he didn’t stop or slow down, just kept steadily on until the sounds I made were those of pleasure.
I turned my head and licked his bottom lip.
The fierce sweetness of his lovemaking was making me a little out of control.
He didn’t try to breach me with his cock, as he'd said he wouldn’t until after the baby came, but his fingers were inside me and gently lighting me up anyway.
He nudged his cock between my thighs, and I arched to meet him. He was wet and slick with his own pre-come and for a while he didn’t move, just made me wait.
“Why were you lying on top of the covers? I thought you were freezing.”
“I can’t sleep on these slabs you call beds. I need a mattress.”
“They’re too soft. They’re not good for you, nobyo,” he said, nuzzling my throat.
“Nevertheless, I need one to sleep on.”
“You can sleep on top of me.”
I snorted. “You’re not soft.”
He reached down and caressed my cock in his hand and made a nice sound deep in his throat, “Neither are you.” I shivered as he stroked me slowly, his hand slipping up and down over and over again as I strained forward to press into his grip.
He thrust his hips against me again and again, pushing and sliding my cock inside his fist at the same time, in a rhythm that made me cry out his name and writhe with pleasure.
He had an unholy skill in lovemaking that was definitely not human.
I had nothing really to compare it to, except for the petting that Werros had tried with me, but this was so much better.
I sucked in a deep breath as he moved against my body, feeling close to a climax.
This wouldn’t last long. I could already feel the heat curling in my belly and tingling along my spine.
He licked my earlobe and then bit down on one of them gently, and I shuddered and came apart.
His hand on me was still moving in the same slow rhythm that he’d used to thrust between my thighs.
It was too much pleasure after so long without him and I came hard, little jets of milky white fluid shooting out onto his skin.
I was totally blissed out as he cried out and surged against me, reaching his own orgasm.
He lay heavily on me, his cheek to mine, still in that intimate embrace.
I could feel his heart bumping rapidly against my chest. I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, his beautiful amber eyes searching mine, and I said, a little breathlessly, the first thing that popped into my head.
“I love you... I love you so much. I never meant to betray you. I’ll never leave you, Davos. You have to believe me.”
He stiffened but didn’t reply—just rolled off me, back to his side of the bed, but he did allow me to come after him and plaster myself against his warm body and tangle my legs with his.
He was asleep only a few minutes later, but I lay awake a long time, wondering if he’d ever forgive me. I remembered everything now that his doctors had helped heal my mind and restored my memories.
I had no idea how I’d managed to forget him in the first place, no matter how much they tried to erase my memories except for the fact that I had wanted to forget the pain of losing him.
I think it might have killed me otherwise.
It was never a conscious decision that I made, but I was so hurt and alone and I wanted to die.
I couldn’t kill myself because of a promise I’d made to keep his baby safe, but I wanted to.
I craved an end to the misery of losing him, so maybe my subconscious shoved my conscious volition out of the way and took over to seek relief.
It was the only explanation I could come up with.
I was nowhere near as strong as Davos was and never had been.
That so-called courage he thought he saw in me when we first met—the thing he had admired so much was just bravado.
A fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of superficial act, masking all the underlying fear and insecurity that I’d had since I first left home and went into outer space.
I’d been terrified and I still was, in many ways.
I was very aware that I could easily die having this child, so I tried not to think about it and just put it out of my mind.
The time was drawing closer and closer, and I prayed that I’d be able to do this.
I never wanted to leave Davos again, and I’d just told him I never would. I only hoped I could keep that promise.