Chapter 10 #2
She got to her feet, her knees shaky. Somewhere safe? She decided there was no place safe, as long as this diabolical warrior was by her side.
As they moved deeper into the ice tunnels, the temperature increased even more.
Colm was pleased to see the pink in Honor’s cheeks, although he suspected it was at least partly due to his touch, and not just from the rising heat.
His cock was still semi-hard and tight against his trousers. He so desperately wanted to be buried inside her.
Honor was his.
He couldn’t keep her, and he knew it would break him to let her go.
He would live knowing that she was far away from him, beyond barbarian space, with someone else touching her, kissing her, loving her. His hands curled into fists by his sides. It could never be him. He would never do that to her.
But right now, he had to have her, touch her.
He focused back on his task. They’d seen no sign of wildlife, or clues that anything was using these tunnels as a home. He slowly relaxed. Whatever had left the footprints at the entrance, he prayed they were long gone.
For now, they just needed somewhere comfortable and safe to rest.
Finally, he spotted a small side cave off the main tunnel. It wasn’t very big, but the entrance to it was partly hidden by a sheet of ice.
“Here,” he said.
Inside the cave, one wall was covered in the glowing moss, giving the small space a shimmer of light. Another wall was a sheet of ice so shiny, he could see his reflection in it.
Honor looked around and nodded. “It’ll do.
” She dropped to the floor and started opening her bag.
“I’ve got some nutri-bars in here. They don’t taste that great, but they’ve got the nutrients we need to keep us going.
” Her gaze ran up his body. “You look like you need a fair bit of energy, warrior.”
He grunted, sure he’d hate these nutri-bars. He decided his little warrior looked tired. He’d make sure she rested. After he’d devoured every inch of her, lodged his cock deep inside her body, and spilled his seed.
They could have died in that crash, and the reality was, they could still die on this icy moon.
He wouldn’t die without having her.
He was pleased the temperature down here was quite pleasant. He shrugged off his coat and laid it down on the floor before he sat down on it.
“Come here.”
At his low command, she froze. “I don’t do well with orders, barbarian.”
“I was warrior just a second ago, now I’m barbarian?”
“If the name fits.”
“Take your clothes off, Honor, and come here.”
She rose slowly to her feet, her gaze never leaving his. They stayed there, locked in a silent battle of wills.
But Colm was confident of winning. They both wanted this.
Finally, her hands went to her suit and pulled it off. Next, she slipped all the buttons of her shirt free, then shrugged the garment off. Her pants followed. She glanced at him again, and then it only took her seconds to skim out of her underwear.
And then Honor Brandall stood above him, naked.
Colm sucked in a breath. She was strong, ripe with curves, and beautiful.
Her hands moved up her body, skimming over her belly and then cupping her breasts. She shot him a teasing smile, and he groaned.
“Straddle me,” he growled.
“Bossy.” But she did as he asked. She took her time settling over him until the heat of her was pressed against his belly. His cock was so hard against his trousers that he felt like it would burst.
He surged upward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
“Colm.” Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging hard. She undulated her hips against him.
He kept sucking. He let his hands come up, shaping her ribs until they cupped her full breasts.
“Cold?”
“No.” She pushed him back until he was flat against the fur.
He felt desire surge and his nanami flare.
“Now I’m in charge.” Her eyes flashed.
No woman had ever taken the lead in lovemaking with him before. He was used to being the aggressor.
She scooted backward onto his thighs, and her hands went straight to the buckle of his belt. She unfastened it, then fought the leather and bindings of his trousers. She pulled his cock free.
Her eyes widened. “Holy hell, Colm. That will not fit inside me.”
“It’ll fit. You’ll feel it, but I prepared you for me.”
Her face softened. “Is that what you were doing earlier? Looking after me?”
“Yes.” Always.
She wrapped one hand around him, and gave his cock a few pumps, sending his hips jerking upward. Then she lifted her hips.
He watched eagerly as she lined the thick head of his cock up with her inner thighs. Then she sank down, inch by inch.
He groaned. She moaned. It was a torturous feeling, the tight walls of her slowly sinking over him. Her body accepting him. Her mouth was open, her cheeks flushed.
He gripped her hips, and then he slammed her down.
“Oh.” She quivered above him.
“You’re in charge, Honor. Now what?” His words were hoarse.
“This.” She started to ride him.
The sensations crashing through him were incredible. As Honor’s beautiful body rose and fell above him, illuminated just by the beautiful light of the moss, Colm decided he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.