8. Hakan #2
"I came this planet at the edge of nowhere because I couldn't bear to be around others," I tell her — an admission I’ve never shared with anyone. "Seeing other families, other children … was too much. I thought if I isolated myself, if I worked hard enough, I could somehow … manage the grief."
"Did it work?"
"No." The truth is painful to admit, but with her, I find I can't lie. “For the past five years, I’ve just been … existing. Going through the motions. Until….”
"Until what?"
I reach down to cup her face the way I did in the jungle. "Until you. You and the boys. You’ve made me feel alive again. You've made me want to look forward instead of back."
Her tears spill over then, tracking down her cheeks, and I brush them away with my thumbs.
“I will always love and grieve my wife and daughter,” I continue, needing her to understand. "But meeting you has shown me that I'm capable of more than just grief — that perhaps I can have a future as well, not just a past."
"Hakan," she breathes, and then she’s reaching up and wrapping her arms round my neck, pulling me down to her.
Our kiss this time is different from the one by the stream. That one was born of fear and relief. This one is born of her accepting my pain and grief and choosing to move forward anyway.
I pull her against me, and she moans when I deepen the kiss. She tastes sweet and warm.
Fuck, I can't get enough of her.
She gasps when she feels the hard length of my shaft pressing against her belly.
"Hakan," she whispers against my mouth. "The boys —"
"Are outside exploring," I murmur, trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck. "They'll be occupied for a while."
"But they can read our thoughts —"
"Then we'll have to teach them a valuable lesson about shielding." I nip gently at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, gratified when she shivers. "Or they'll learn more than they ever wanted to know."
She laughs, breathless and beautiful, and then she's tugging me toward the bedroom door.
"Show me," she demands, her green eyes alive with desire.
I don't need to be asked twice.
The bedroom is as simple as the rest of the house — a sturdy bed, a chest for clothing, a window that looks out over the valley. But right now, the only thing I can focus on is Daisy, standing me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips swollen from my kisses.
I lean down slowly, giving her time to change her mind, but she doesn't retreat. Instead, she reaches for her garment of woven leaves, her hands trembling slightly as she begins to pull it off.
"Let me," I whisper, covering her hands with mine.
She nods and I carefully pull the garment off of her, revealing her soft, creamy skin. When it falls away completely, I have to stop and simply look at her.
She's beautiful.
Full breasts topped with dusky pink nipples, a soft belly, curvy hips and thighs — every part of her lush and tempting. My shaft throbs almost painfully against the tight confines of my pants.
I guide her backward until her legs hit the bed, then urge her to sit. She complies, her eyes never leaving mine, and I drop to my knees before her.
"Spread your legs for me, amavi,” I whisper, the endearment slipping from me.
She does, revealing herself, her gorgeous cunt already glistening with arousal.
"Beautiful," I murmur, running my hands up her thighs, feeling her tremble under my touch. "You're so beautiful, Daisy."
"Hakan —" Her voice breaks when I lean forward, pressing kisses to the inside of her thigh.
"I've want this, amavi," I whisper. "Let me take care of you."
I explore her slowly, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her fingers dig into my shoulders. When I finally taste her, running my tongue through her slick folds, she cries out, her hips lifting off the bed.
"Oh God," she whimpers. "Hakan, please —"
I take my time, savoring her sweetness, the way she responds to every touch of my mouth. When I reach her clit and suck gently, her whole body goes taut.
"That's it," I encourage, sliding one finger inside her tight heat. “Let me pleasure you."
She's so tight, so wet around my finger as I work her slowly. I add a second finger, feeling her stretch around me, and she makes a desperate sound that goes straight to my shaft.
"I can't — it's too much —" she pants, but her hips are moving against my hand, seeking more.
"Yes, you can." I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her keen. "Come for me, Daisy. Let me feel it."
I seal my mouth over her tender clit, tongue working in rhythm with my fingers, and she shatters. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around my fingers, her thighs trembling, my name a broken cry on her lips.
Her orgasm tears through her, her cries of pleasure music to my ears.
When I look up at her, she's staring at me with dazed eyes, her chest heaving.
"That was..." She trails off, seemingly unable to find words.
"Just the beginning," I promise, rising to cover her body with mine.
She reaches for me, pulling me up for a deep kiss, and I know she can taste herself on my lips. The knowledge seems to inflame her further, because suddenly she's tugging at my pants, desperate to feel skin against skin.
I’m about to rip off my pants when —
An explosion —
Massive and close —
Shakes the entire house!
"The boys," Daisy gasps. moving before the sound has faded.
I leap to my feet. As Daisy pulls on her dress, another explosion comes, vibrating through us with incredible force.
Through the window I can see flames rising from the barn.
"Stay here," I order, but even as I say it, I know she won't listen.
We rush outside and my worst fears are confirmed.
Hovering above us are three Virdathian transport vessels.
They’ve found us.
If we don’t act fast, we’re fucked.