Chapter 57 Beautiful Rebel, Rafe #2
I lay her on the moss like she's something precious, following her down. When I kiss her, it's with none of the desperate hunger of recent weeks. This is slower and deeper. It’s for our memories.
“Don’t worry about us. We will be fine,” she reassures me. “We’re surrounded by people here.”
“All who have to bow down to Lorian,” I remind her. It’s on the tip of my tongue to mention Denise, but I stop myself. I don’t want to revisit what happened with her now. So I kiss Eve again, pulling on her bottom lip, savoring her.
"The vapor," she says softly, “it makes everything feel..."
"More," I finish. “Relish in it. Give into it.”
In the low gravity, every movement is languid.
And when I enter her, it feels like we're floating together, the heated mists swirling around us in patterns that respond to our biorhythms. And all our sensations are played out around us in slow motion.
Making each second, each kiss, each caress, last longer than reality.
Her hands explore my body as mine worship and memorize hers.
"I love you," I tell her as we move together. “I never want to stop loving you.”
"Rafe," she breathes, and my name on her lips is possibly the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
I push harder into her, hoping she’ll continue saying my name, and she does.
“Rafe, Rafe, Rafe…”
The environment responds to our increasing arousal, the mists grow thicker, more luminescent, and the temperature shifts to keep us on the edge of orgasm for as long as possible.
When Eve comes, the chamber fills with a burst of golden light, as if celebrating her pleasure.
When I follow, silver threads weave through the gold.
“Is that from us?” she asks, still trembling beneath me.
“Yes, it adds to the experience,” I say, as the air around us sings with pheromones. I guide her hips firmly on top of me. Her thighs straddle mine slowly and it’s intoxicating to see her like this.
“Again?” she asks.
“The vapors make everything more sensual and speed up refractory periods,” I say, and then slide into her with one hard pull of her hips. She moans as her nails dig into my chest for balance as I thrust up into her again.
Again. Again. And again.
Her brown eyes never leave mine as we’re surrounded by changing colors and erotic mist. She’s demanding.
And I’m giving her everything I have, like this might be the last time.
Because it may be the last time. I worry about her being alone with Lorian.
And I’ve never cared about anyone more in the galaxy than my brother, until now.
Her back arches, and she tips her head to the artificial sky, brown hair falling over her face like surrender, while the mists surrounding us continue to pulse in time with our rhythm. Thickening with every impact. Her cunt clenches around me hard when I angle my hips just right.
I do it again, and she gasps.
“Rafe, don’t stop. Don’t—”
I roll her beneath me, pin her wrists above her head, and drive into her like she’s mine. Because she is.
“Say it,” I demand.
She blinks up at me, stunned, barely able to think.
“Say what you are.”
“I’m yours.”
“Now come for me, my beautiful rebel. Come for me.”
She orgasms again. Her whole body spasming, and this time I follow her directly. Hard and deep. I grind into her and hold her there as I come inside her. The low gravity making every sensation last longer, deeper, endless.
She watches me with those brown eyes, pupils blown so wide there’s almost no color left.
And I kiss her like I need her mouth to breathe, to live.
She kisses me back with the same desire to breathe and live.
For what seems like an eternity, there’s nothing but us, our mouths, our connection.
Loving her hurts so much.
After spending the entire night with Eve, we have to leave the Thermal Nebula Chamber.
Reluctantly, we return to our suite, so that I can shower and dress, and prepare for three weeks of pretending that I am okay while managing our business out in the galaxy.
When, in fact, everything is far from okay.
I own the woman I would choose as my wife, if the laws weren’t as they are.
I have to humiliate her daily according to the law, and it’s literally killing Lorian and me. It’s testing even our brotherly bonds.
When it’s time to say goodbye, I slide my silver ring off my finger. The one I’ve worn since the day our mother acknowledged Lorian and me as heirs to the Ascendant Alliance. The metal is warm from my skin, etched with the faint sigil of Reima Two.
“Hold out your hand.”
She hesitates, then obeys. Her fingers tremble as I drop the ring into her palm.
“I can’t take this.” She tries to give it back to me, but I wrap my hands around hers, pressing it into her palm.
“Keep it as a reminder that you’re under my protection, even when I’m not here.”
“It’s heavy,” she says, putting it on her thumb, and even there it’s too big.
“It should be. Everything worth carrying is.” I watch her look at the ring on her hand. “Keep it and yourself safe.”
“Lorian will take care of me.”
“Of course, he will do the best he can,” I say, and then I have to force myself to turn and walk away before I change my mind about leaving.