by Hope Hart
I go through my stretches, enjoying the feel of my body moving in a way it hasn’t for a while. What will it be like to dance solely for the enjoyment of it? Not because I’m training, not because I’m performing, but just because I want to dance right now, in this moment. Because I want to share one of the best parts of me with the man who shares all of himself with me.
Zarix’s gaze is warm as I bend and flex along the barre. He suddenly gets to his feet, his gaze on mine.
“I’ll return in a moment,” he says, and I shrug, checking my form in the mirror.
Compared to the woman who danced for hours each day, I’m out of shape. But tears fill my eyes as I stretch, running through my warm-up.
Since the moment I was abducted, I spent my time wondering if it was all worthless. If all the sacrifices I made for ballet were for nothing. But it wasn’t worthless. Nothing ever is. Sure, I’ll never again step onto a stage. I’ll never dance in a hand-sewn costume and bask in the applause. Never again will I dance until my feet bleed. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worthwhile. Ballet made me into the woman I am today. The woman with embarrassing feet, excellent posture, and a turned-out walk. It made me learn to fight for what I want, to never give up, and to enjoy the shit out of the good times.
It gave me the grit to survive an alien abduction. The strength and flexibility to kick Perik in the head. And the ability to do battle with my stubborn alien warrior.
Zarix is back a few minutes later, and I raise my eyebrows, grinning as I take in the woman with him.
She looks like she could be related to Javir, with the same blue skin and sharp teeth. She beams at me as she holds up an instrument similar to a violin.
Music. Wow. My cheeks feel hot as I glance at Zarix. He simply takes his seat, his huge legs stretched out as he raises his eyebrow as if saying, Show me what you got.
I laugh as the woman starts to play.
Because there’s no pressure, just the fun and enjoyment of the moment, I see what I can do. I push off my left leg into a piqué manège, twirling across the floor and laughing as I catch Zarix’s mouth dropping open.
I get lost in the music, the feel of my muscles stretching, the look of shock on Zarix’s face. I twist into a few fouettés, lifting my arms and spinning again and again.
“Leave,” Zarix grinds out, and I turn to see the woman shoot me a wink as she hauls ass out the door.
And then I’m in his arms, laughing as he pulls me close, his hands running over my body with desperate fervor.
My hands are just as desperate.
I clutch him close and then push him away, pulling the clothes off his body. He rips off his shirt impatiently, and then he reaches for his knife.
I raise one eyebrow, and then I’m laughing as he slices down the middle of my dress, which falls apart.
“I liked this dress.” It was the only one short enough for me to dance in.
“I’ll get you another one.”
His eyes run over my body as he bares more skin to his gaze. When I’m naked, he steps back.
“Dance for me,” he orders, his voice hoarse.
I feel my face heat, and I almost refuse. But his expression is so desperate, so needy, that I step back.
Never could I have imagined dancing nude. But something about Zarix makes me feel so sexually confident, so…free. I hesitate and then finally shrug my shoulders, sending him a saucy wink.
I bend into a plié as he moves further away, giving me some room. I move onto tiptoe and then throw him a grin. If he likes what he’s seen so far, he’s really going to go nuts for this. I’m feeling good. Warm and strong. So I leap across the room in a grand jeté, catching Zarix’s lips parting as my legs spread high in the air.
Then I lean into an arabesque, my back leg coming up high off the ground as I raise my arms.
Zarix is suddenly there, his mouth crashing down on mine, swallowing my gasp. I run my hands down his body, ridiculously pleased to find him already naked. He pulls me even closer, and I trip him, laughing as he pulls me down to the ground with him.
There’s nothing like the feel of him beneath me. Hard, and hot, and all mine.
I press my lips against his skin, running them over the blue-green of his shoulder and chest and moving lower as I explore his abs. A rough curse from above my head tells me that Zarix is more than appreciating my exploration.
I make my way down to the V of his lower abs, feeling his powerful thighs tensing beneath my body.
“You make me insane,” he growls, and I laugh.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
I take his hard shaft in my hand, stroking as he tenses further. I’m suddenly desperate to see my huge, powerful warrior lose control.
I take him in my mouth, and he immediately pushes my hair away from my face, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes are so bright that they almost look like they’re glowing, and they’re fixed on my face as if I hold the secrets to the universe.
I take him deeper, tearing a rough groan from his throat. He buries his hand in my hair, cursing as I reach down, cupping his heavy balls.
“Enough,” he says, his voice strangled, and I simply laugh, angling my head so I can take him even deeper.
And then I’m suddenly in the air, blinking at him as he pulls me over him.
“No fair.” I pout.
“Need you now.”
His voice is low and rough, and he positions me against him, the heavy heat of him so close to where I need him.
I reach down and slip him inside me, gasping as he thrusts up, his hands splaying over my hips. Each time feels even better than the last with this man.
I ride him, moaning as he moves within me, filling me up. His hands move to my breasts, pulling and pinching at my nipples until I’m writhing against him. He leans up, replacing one of his hands with his mouth, and I snap my hips faster as I gulp for air.
His free hand slips down, finding the sensitive spot so close to where we’re joined. I cry out as he strokes my clit, clenching around him. He moves his hands until they’re back on my hips, and he’s lifting me, helping me climb higher as I reach for the peak.
The pressure breaks apart, and my nails dig deep into his chest as I tremble, lost in ecstasy. He wraps his arms around my back, thrusting once more, and then finds his own release with a low growl.
We lie, out of breath, for a few minutes, and he strokes my back, the gentle play of his fingertips making my toes curl.
“Thank you for my studio. You didn’t have to do this, you know,” I murmur, suddenly sleepy.
“I want you to be happy here. With me.”
“I am.”
He moves his hand into my hair, gently stroking it back from my face, and I could almost purr.
“Watching you dance…there’s nothing else like it,” he rumbles. “You steal my breath.”
I feel my cheeks flush. Even after a successful career as a dancer, being promoted to principal and dancing as Odette, the look in Zarix’s eyes when he watches me…
Nothing compares.
“I was thinking,” he says, and I lift my head, watching him as he contemplates the ceiling. “There are people in this tribe who would love to see you dance. Women and children who would love to learn.”
I grin. “I could teach?”
He meets my gaze. “You can do whatever you like. As long as you stay here.”
He looks suddenly lost for a moment, almost vulnerable. There’s no guarantee that the others will even be able to get off this planet, although Nevada, Ellie, and I will help them as much as we can. And yet I occasionally catch Zarix looking at me with this exact expression. As if he’s worried I’ll change my mind.
I reach up and stroke a hand down his face. “I love you,” I assure him. “I’ll never leave you.”
“Forever,” he replies, pulling me close, and I smile as I feel him harden beneath me. “I’ll love you forever.”
The End
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