by Sophie Stern
“Yeah.”
“What other ideas do you like?”
Willow licked her lips nervously, then she bit her bottom lip hard. She was anxious, but excited. She was nervous, but not afraid. It was obvious. Luke couldn’t read her emotions the way dragons could, but he was more in tune with the sensations and feelings humans experienced than many people were.
Still, she was brave, and she was thinking about her answer. She was thinking about what she wanted to say to him.
Finally, she opened her mouth and whispered her idea. She whispered so quietly he held his breath to make sure he’d heard her correctly. His heart pounded so loudly he thought it would drown out her words, but it didn’t.
“I want you to kiss me, Luke.”
He let her words hang in the air for less than a second before he leaned forward. He gathered Willow into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. She tasted sultry and innocent: an intoxicating mix.
She felt sweet and delicate in his arms, and he held her closer. Willow deepened the kiss on her own and moaned as she slipped her tongue inside of his mouth.
Luke had never felt like this before.
He’d never felt this rush, never felt this desire. He’d never felt the need to protect and dominate a woman the way he felt right now. He’d never felt so alive or so afraid as he felt holding her.
He could give her pleasure or break her heart.
The idea terrified him.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” she whispered. She pressed her forehead to his, and Luke was caught off guard once again by how sweet his little fighter was. Willow was a warrior: there was no doubt about it in his mind. She was stronger than he could ever dare to be. She was strength and steel wrapped in a precious package.
And he never wanted to be away from her again.
She might have only been in his life for a few days, but he had lived more in the last few days than some people lived in a lifetime.
“Me too. You have no idea.”
“When you took me, I didn’t feel scared.”
“You should have.”
“I should have,” she agreed. “But I didn’t.”
“Was Mars so bad you’d rather be with a beast?”
She looked in his eyes then. Was she searching for something? What was she looking for? What was she hoping to find in his eyes?
Luke was broken, damaged. He was scarred inside and out and his soul was raw. Willow was everything he was not. She was perfect and sweet. He thought if they were around each other too much, the darkness on his soul would begin to mar her perfect one.
He might not be able to live with himself if that happened, but he also couldn’t live without her.
“You’re no beast,” she whispered. “And maybe it’s your turn to be saved.”
Chapter 14
Willow’s heart pounded.
Was she really doing this? She pushed Luke onto his back. He was so big that it wouldn’t be hard for him to resist her, but he happily went along with her aggressions, and for that, she was grateful.
Her breasts were still out, still bouncing sweetly with every move. Her shirt was bunched around the top of her chest, and she pulled it the rest of the way off and tossed it to the floor, along with her pants.
Then she straddled his large form. Luke was dressed. The cloth pants he wore on the ship rubbed against her pussy, and she ground herself against him. He let out a moan, but it only spurned her on. She wanted him, wanted more. Anything he could give, she wanted to take.
She had never felt like this with a man before. Anthony Weathermore definitely never made her feel like this. Rand never made her feel like this. Even women she’d been close with had never made her feel like this. She and Allison had several drunken make-out sessions during the course of their friendship, but even that had never made her feel like this.
She’d never felt so alive.
Luke lay there on the cushion, on the giant bed, and he held perfectly still. She thought he was worried he’d scare her because of his size. He was huge. She’d never seen anyone quite so big, and Willow wanted to take advantage of the fact that she was the one above him now.
She cupped his cheeks with her hands, then slowly moved them down his neck and thick arms. She thought it was interesting just how big he was. It had to be an alien thing. Were other Reslenoauans as big as he was? Maybe she’d find out one day.
Not that Willow expected to go to his home planet or anything. They weren’t in a relationship. Not really. He had stolen her away, she was his captive, and he could do anything.
But he was letting her do what she liked.
She moved her hands over his chest.
“You like what you see?”
“Yes.”
“Not going to play coy and make me wonder?” He asked.
Willow shook her head. She’d never been interested in playing games with men and she certainly wasn’t interested in that now. She thought Luke was amazing, incredible. Pretending she didn’t was stupid and childish.
She remembered being a teenager. There were always girls who liked to string guys along. There were women who would pretend to like a guy just to see how far he would go to win her affection. They would accept the gifts, the attention, and the presents. Then, when they got bored, they would bail.
They would leave him, bloody heart in hands, and never look back.
Willow wouldn’t be that girl.
She refused.
“I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Willow?”
“Hmm?”
“Have you been touching yourself every day?”
She blushed. Here she was, straddling his dick, rubbing her body all over his, marking him as her own, and she was embarrassed at such a simple question.
“Yes,” she said. She was brave now. She wasn’t going to be shy. Her mother had told her only bad girls did that. Willow’s mother had freaked out when Wilma asked a question about masturbation once. She’d launched into a lecture on why touching your own body was a vile, evil crime. A sin, she had called it. Then she’d removed their bedroom doors for a month, until she was satisfied they weren’t touching themselves in secret.
Willow didn’t believe her mother’s lies anymore. She wouldn’t fall for her mother’s tricks. Mom might be a miserable person, but Willow didn’t have to be. No, she didn’t have any more. No, she didn’t have a plan. No, she didn’t have a damn thing to her name, but she had something better.
Willow had hope.
And she had Luke.
“I think of you,” she whispered. Her hands rubbed against his chest in long, sweeping strokes. She was massaging him, she realized, but she wasn’t sure why she felt the urge. It wasn’t terribly sexy or erotic, but it was what she wanted to do, and he was letting her, so she didn’t stop.
“When you touch yourself?”
“Always. I always think of you.”
“What do you think?”
“I think of all the things you might do to me if we were alone.”
“We’re alone now.”
“Are you thinking of all the things you might want to do to me?” She asked.
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.”
“Tell me.”
“You might be afraid.”
“I can take it.”
He thrust up, then, and his hard cock rubbed against her pussy. She cried out, gripping his shoulders to hang on as he thrust upward once more.
“That’s only a taste, Willow. I’m not even inside of you, and you almost came just from that.”
It was true. She had almost orgasmed again from just one touch. What might he do to her once they were both naked? Once they were both writhing around? She was a virgin, and she should probably tell him before. She didn’t want him to freak out or be weird about it, but she didn’t think he’d mind.
She had an idea of the different things he could do to her, of some of the t
hings he might try.
But something told her that until he had her in bed, really in bed, she had no idea what Lukanterao was capable of.
“Tell me what you want to do to me, Luke.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Please,” she added.
“How can I resist when you ask so politely?”
Luke moved quickly: much too quickly for someone of his size. He flipped them so Willow was naked on her back and he was above her. His pants were still on: a barrier to what might happen between the two of them.
He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, holding her in place.
Willow forgot to breathe for a moment, then gasped when she remembered she was supposed to be. In and out, in and out, her breathe began to regulate as she got control of herself.
What was happening to her body? What was Luke doing to her? Was it supposed to feel this way? This powerful? This incredible?
Was it supposed to feel like he was bringing her to life again and again?
“You haven’t even fucked me yet,” she whispered. “Why do I feel this way?”
“Have you done this before?” He asked.
“Never.”
“Virgin?”
“Yes.”
“If you’re afraid, I can leave, Willow. I can walk out that door and leave you as you are.”
“I don’t want that.”
“But you’re scared.”
“I think I ought to be.”
“Me too.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked, realizing she had shifted from asking what he wanted to do. Now she was asking what he would do because as subtle as the shift had been, something had changed between them.
“I’m going to suck on your nipples, Willow.”
She wanted to ask what would come next, but all rational thought fled when he lowered his mouth to her breasts. As promised, he sucked. There was no gentle kissing here, no tiny licks on her nipples. No, he sucked hard and fast and Willow’s pussy clenched even tighter. The bed was wet beneath her from her juices. She wiggled her thighs, rubbing them together, trying to get more friction.
Luke sucked and then bit her over and over. One nipple, then the next, and then she came. Her hands were pinned above her head and he was only touching her breasts with his mouth, but she came. She cried out as the orgasm swept over her and Luke silenced her with a kiss.
He pulled back as she came back down from the high. Her lips were swollen from his kiss and her body was calm from the release. Somehow, she knew their time together was only beginning. He had managed to bring her up and over the edge in a matter of minutes. What else did Luke have planned for her?
“Now I’m going to eat your pussy, Willow,” he said. She’d never done that before. It would be a “first” for her. She thought she was supposed to spread her legs, that he would kneel between her, but he didn’t.
Instead of taking her pussy the way she thought he would, Luke flipped her over so she was on all fours in front of him.
“What are you doing?” She whispered, but then she felt his breath between her legs, and she gasped. He was going to lick her from behind. She knew enough about sex to know people would fuck in this position, but she’d never thought about other things happening this way.
She’d never thought about him licking her like this.
Willow didn’t think she was a prude, but she still was self-conscious about this part of her body. What if he thought she smelled or looked weird? Would he be turned off?
Luke seemed to have no such inhibitions because he licked her then. There was nothing sweet about it. He gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place. If she had any thoughts of trying to protest, of trying to get away, they fled with that first stroke of his tongue.
He slid his tongue over her clit, but then he kept moving, conquering her pussy lips and her opening, then he kept going. When he reached her bottom, he bit her cheeks hard before licking her tiny hole, before showing her there was no part of her he wouldn’t explore.
Willow thought she might die from pleasure.
She had never considered that part of her to be a sexual place. She never thought it was dirty or gross, but she also didn’t know it could be so arousing. Luke licked and licked until she was on the verge of coming again, then he pulled away.
“No!” She protested as he flipped her back over, but he only chuckled. He looked down at her and in that moment, she felt more beautiful than she ever had in her life.
She felt perfect.
She felt desired.
She felt like she was the most beautiful creature in the world and he was about to conquer her, captivate her, take her.
He was about to fuck her harder than she could possibly imagine.
Willow spread her legs.
Luke took his pants off, then nudged his cock at her entrance. She didn’t want to look, didn’t even want to peek. She knew it would be big, that it would hurt, and she didn’t want to scare herself. If she got scared, she might back out, and she desperately wanted this.
“Don’t hold your breath,” Luke said.
Willow breathed in and out a few times. Then Luke kissed her again, stealing her thoughts once more, and he plunged into her at the same time.
It hurt, and then it didn’t. He held still inside of her, allowing her to grow accustomed to his size.
“This isn’t your first time with a newbie,” she whispered.
Luke laughed, then shook his head.
“Give it a minute,” he told her. “I’m going to make you feel good, Willow.” She felt drunk on him, intoxicated with excitement and lust and all sorts of emotions she had never experienced before this moment.
Luke slowly started to move inside of her. Willow’s legs naturally wrapped around his body and he continued to thrust. His hands never left her skin. They were on her breasts, then her face, then her hair. He touched every inch of her, overtook every bit of her.
He moved faster, quicker, and soon he was the one who was short of breath. Willow loved that she could make him feel this way, loved the look that came over his face just before he-
And then he came.
He was coming inside of her and she’d never felt so full, so filled, so wonderful.
Willow was floating and Luke was right there with her.
And nothing could ruin their moment.
Chapter 15
“How do you feel?” He asked, his arms wrapped around her. They were on the cushion, the big bed in his room.
“A little sore,” she admitted. “Good, though.”
“Was it everything you expected?”
“It was better than I thought.”
“How so?”
“Fishing for compliments, are we?”
“Not at all. Just curious.”
“It was different than I thought.”
“Thought it would be softer, did you?”
She blushed, nodding. It would have been with another man. She could tell. It would have been less passionate, less raw. It would have been more tame, more controlled.
With Luke, it had been raw.
“It can be soft sometimes,” Luke said. “But when I walked in here and saw you spread out for me,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “I came undone.”
She knew what he meant because she felt the same way. She couldn’t remember the last time in her life she had just lost control like that.
“Promise me something,” she said, breaking the silence.
“Anything.”
“Don’t take me back to Mars,” she whispered.
Luke hesitated for only a moment. She could feel his eyes on her as he tried to figure out what was happening or why she would ask him something so random, so strange after they had just made love.
She couldn’t bear the thought of going back, of being dropped off. She didn’t imagine Luke was the type of man who would get rid of her now that he had slept with her, but she had to be clear.
She d
id not want to go back.
“I won’t take you back to Mars,” Luke said.
He took her down the hallway, then, into the bathroom. He washed her in the shower, careful to get all of her delicate places. He was gentle with her now. Earlier, when they were in bed, he had shown her the beast he could be. He had shown her the fierce warrior, the fighter. Now he was showing her a different side of himself. Now he was showing her gentleness.
She liked this juxtaposition of good and bad, of naughty and nice. She liked being with the bad boy, then being with the gentleman. Luke had many layers and Willow wanted to discover them all, to peel them back one by one.
Only Willow wasn’t some naïve child. She wasn’t so innocent she thought they would be together forever or that their time together didn’t come with some sort of expiration date.
The truth was that every relationship was just a ticking time bomb and theirs was no different.
She would take it while it lasted, but she knew it wasn’t for forever.
Nothing ever was.
***
“Distance to destination?” Luke asked, stepping into the control room. Les just shook his head. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” Les growled. “That we aren’t going to the Hidden Planet.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Change of plans.” Les motioned to one of the monitors and Luke walked over to read the transcription of a recent transmission.
“This can’t be right,” Luke said.
“Yeah, well, it shouldn’t be, but it is.”
Luke read the transmission three times, then he left the control room before he could punch the damn wall. There had to be something, some way he could change the course their ship would have to take. There had to be something he could do, but he couldn’t come up with a damn thing.
He could live with a lot of things. He could live with the fact he had killed people and the fact he wasn’t a very nice guy. He could live with the fact he’d gone to war, the fact that his family had died, or the fact that he was a giant most people were terrified of.
What Luke couldn’t live with was the idea of losing Willow. What he couldn’t live with was the idea of sacrificing the only person he’d ever loved. What he couldn’t live with was knowing she was going to hate him when she found out.