Seeing Stars

  Bonding. Good lord. Was it the same as imprinting? Graeme had heard some colonies in the New Terran adopted the same principle when it came to mating. He hadn’t guessed Amaranth possessed the same capability.

  “My heart hurt just a few moments ago. And I was plagued with feelings that you’re planning to leave me.”

  Ah shit. Graeme quickly pulled her into his arms so she wouldn’t see his guilty face. “You worry too much. You must have been shocked from the whole ordeal.”

  Amaranth squirmed. “I know you’re lying.”

  Crap. Graeme hugged her tighter. The guilt was so great he didn’t know what to say.

  “May we have that conversation now?” she squeaked.

  Graeme slowly released her.

  “I don’t wish to be apart from you. Don’t send me away.”

  He sighed. “We don’t know that yet. I haven’t decided it.”

  “But you were thinking about it. Strongly.”

  “I would do it for your own good. Please understand.”

  “I want to stay.”

  “Amaranth…”

  Her eyes brimmed with tears. “What’s the point in living if I can’t be with you?”

  “It hasn’t been decided. Maybe something will come out.” Graeme hated to make her upset. He wiped her tears with the back of his hand. “Don’t cry. It breaks my heart when you do this. Now. Are you hungry?”

  “Why do you always assume I’m hungry?”

  Graeme scratched his head even though he wasn’t itchy. “Food always makes me feel better. I’m sorry. I’m not good at comforting a woman. I don’t date very often.”

  Amaranth sighed. “You hopeless beast.”

  She tiptoed and curled her arms around his neck. Her lips found him. A jolt of high octane rush surged through his veins. Gods. Graeme slid his tongue and pried open her mouth, devouring her in an endless thirst. Her body trembled in his arms. Her skin fevered with fierce heat.

  She stopped the kiss. “Now, would you allow me to show you my token of gratitude?”

  A groan escaped him. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want her. Despite who she really was, Amaranth was one sweet morsel of delight no sane man could resist. All she needed to do was touch him and he went hard in a heartbeat.

  Usually, Graeme didn’t let his testicles do the thinking. Self-control was his best virtue. But each time Amaranth was within his reach, Graeme felt his defences slipping away. He wanted her.

  Bad.

  The urge overpowered him like the call of a tempestuous siren. His cock hardened to the point it hurt. His balls swelled and pressed against the zipper. Every fibre of his being yearned for her…

  He caressed her cheek. Thumb brushed over her lips. “Yes.” His voice was hoarse. He made up his mind. Amaranth would be his. He was going to claim her. Nothing else mattered.

  Graeme sat at the edge of the bunk. A low gasp escaped from her throat when Graeme curled one arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. Her lips found his, continuing what he’d started. Graeme assaulted her back. Kissing. Nipping. Tasting every inch of her skin he could get his hands on. He’d never been this ravenous about someone before in his life.

  He slid his hands under her loose-fitting shirt. Felt her breasts. Squeezed them. He was surprised to find them incredibly soft, filling his palms perfectly. With a strained growl, he unbuttoned her shirt and yanked it off her shoulders.

  Gods. She was so perfect. Alabaster skin. Voluptuous breasts topped with mouth-watering pink nipples. Instinctively, Graeme took one in his mouth and sucked it hard.

  “Oh!” she squealed. Her chest heaved. Hands fisted his hair.

  Graeme deepened his sucks, trapping the hard bud between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. She shook like a windblown leaf. Her fingers tightened, clenching his hair. Nails scraped his scalp. But Graeme barely felt it. Lust had consumed him whole. She would be his.

  She would.

  The intensity of the pleasure shocked her. Truly. She’d never imagined being loved like this could be so addicting.

  I feel this way because he’s the perfect man.

  Her man.

  She’d been trained to pleasure a man in every possible way. She loathed her trainings, however. The thought of giving her body to the Great Khan had always made her feel ill. But Graeme was different. When she had opened her eyes for the very first time after her long slumber, she knew he was the one. Graeme Darin owned the other part of her soul.

  He was her soul mate.

  Amaranth flinched when he released her nipple and took her unmolested one into his mouth. Fervent heat of pure delight enshrouded her again. She clawed his scalp. Her spine kinked in pleasure with each deep, mind-muddying suck. His hot mouth felt so sinful. And his tongue… Oh my stars. The way he twirled the tip around her super-sensitive peak made her lose her mind. She heaved, inhaling a lungful of breath. Her toes curled from the sensation. Her pussy clenched and moistened. Before long, she found herself utterly wet.

  Graeme felt her all over. One hand squeezed her buttocks. The other found the source of her maddening ache. Her wetness had seeped through the fabric of the pants he’d loaned her. He made a delighted noise and let go of her nipple.

  “Goddess, you’re wet,” he remarked.

  Heat burnt her cheeks. He made her this way…

  “I love it,” he added. His eyes shone brighter than before. Fire flickered in his eyes. “Let’s take this off.”

  Graeme lifted her from his lap and put her on the mattress before the order could sink into her brain. He hastily unbuckled her belt that held her oversized pants. His hands trembled as he slid down the zipper. Graeme smiled and stole a kiss from her as he yanked down her pants. They fell to her ankles before he tugged them off as if they were his number one enemy. Amaranth wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning with delight.

  Then she felt him. Hand on her wet mound. She stopped kissing him. Graeme rubbed her pussy lips. His fingers felt rough. But so welcome. He carefully parted her nether lips and slid a finger into her dewy centre.

  “Oh,” she gasped.

  “Too much?”

  “No.” She bit her lip. Her pussy clenched from the intrusion. “Please…”

  He pushed another inch. Her cunt tightened around his finger. “So tight…” he murmured. He rubbed her. Gently.

  Amaranth quivered. “I…”

  He hissed through his teeth, pushing the rest of his finger until the pad of his palm pressed against her vulva. She gasped for more air.

  “You okay?” He sounded worried.

  “It’s just…” She blushed. “It’s good.”

  “Oh, babe.” Graeme nibbled her lip. “You had me worried for a second. I just want to make you feel good. Only pleasure.”

  Only pleasure. The words caused a shiver down her spine. Trained just to pleasure her overlord, she hadn’t expected to receive pleasure back. It was a wondrous feeling. Being loved intimately. Being pleasured.

  Graeme petted her with steady strokes. Shards of pleasure turned into full-blown ecstasy. The way his finger rubbed against the walls of her vagina. The way he murmured his praise for being so responsive. Her heart pounded hard. Her breath laboured. She still couldn’t believe how good he made her feel. Especially when he curved his finger upward and hit a special spot.

  Her mouth gaped open. The pleasure hurled back tenfold. “Graeme!”

  “Shh…” he cooed to her. “Relax. Don’t resist. Only pleasure, remember?”

  She stiffened. Graeme quickened his strokes until she felt lightheaded. His finger, slicked with her cream, felt like silk inside her. Each stroke was so precise hitting her pleasure spot, tethering her to the edge of coming. She fidgeted when his other hand left her breast and found her clit. He plucked it hard and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

  The shockwave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy fluttered around his finger. Her body tensed. She fisted a handful of his hair and plastered her mouth over his
, kissing him greedily. Graeme devoured her back ravenously as his finger fucked her faster and faster…

  Then it hit her. She opened her mouth and shouted. The pleasure was so volatile it ripped her world from its seams. Fireworks sparked before her eyes. Exquisite ecstasy swept her in one unforgiving surge, leaving her breathless and mindless in its path. Her pussy clasped his digit, squeezing it tightly at the height of her rapture.

  “Fuck,” he cursed, breathing on the side of her cheek. “Baby, you’re so hot.”

  It took her a second to digest what he meant. Graeme withdrew his finger. She noticed that his palm was bathed in her juice.

  Amaranth was flustered. “I…”

  “Open,” he ordered. His voice was curt and impatient.

  She was startled when Graeme pushed her legs apart, baring her privates for him to see. Apparently, she didn’t follow his instruction fast enough for his liking.

  His eyes feasted on the sight of her pussy. “So pretty,” he said, his voice dripping with desire. He stroked her swollen lips playfully. She moaned. What he did incited a new fire within her.

  Graeme’s gaze skittered from her sex then met her eyes. “Mine?”

  She nodded furiously.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” she croaked. She’d vowed to never surrender herself to any man but him. The one and only.

  “Mine, then.” His eyes looked predatory. He lowered his head and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

  She drew a lungful of air. Heaven. A bolt of pure ecstasy seared through her, leaving her wide-eyed from the intensity. She clawed his back. Lost for words. Lost any thought…

  “Mmm,” he purred. A mischievous smile hovered on the corner of his lips. “You tasted even better than I imagined.”

  Seconds later, her scream froze in her throat when Graeme licked the seam of her pussy lips. The flat of his tongue dragged lazily from her perineum to her aching clit. But that wasn’t all. With a feral growl, he captured her nub and sucked her deeply the way he had sucked her nipples.

  Amaranth closed her thighs and tried to push him away. But what she did only made him more excited. He growled from her pussy. She thought he said, “Mine.” She gasped and moaned deliriously as a kaleidoscope of pleasure painted before her eyes. Liquid fire scalded her sex, incinerating her very soul. “Graeme, please…”

  He only replied with another triumphant growl. Amaranth shuddered in ecstasy. She threaded her fingers around his hair and sank her nails on his scalp. Her back arched with his every suckle. Graeme teased her clit with his teeth and tongue. Grazing it. Nibbling it. Circling it with his tongue tip. Her heart pounded in her throat. If he kept doing this, she didn’t know how she could stay sane. The delicious torture was more than she could handle.

  Graeme paused. She drew a relieved breath. But it didn’t last long. He licked her again. His tongue speared into her entrance, licking her deeper and deeper…

  Amaranth shut her eyes and bit her lip to prevent herself screaming. She didn’t want the others to hear her screaming mindlessly. The pleasure was mind-blowing. She cried. Her body went rigid as he fucked her with his tongue. She thought his finger was exquisite, but his tongue…

  She thought she was losing her mind.

  She thought she was dying from the overtaxing pleasure.

  Another climax ambushed her unexpectedly. Harder than before. She just had to scream as waves of pure pleasure rippled throughout her body. Her body shook as her mind drifted to oblivion. When she floated back to reality, she found Graeme smiling. He had been watching her drown in ecstasy.

  “Good?” he inquired.

  She nodded like a loon.

  Graeme looked pleased. He stood and shrugged off his jacket. “Gonna make you mine, babe.”

  Amaranth knew what was coming. She was thrilled. Finally. He would claim her whole. She watched him undress. One by one, his clothes fell near his boots. He was one beautiful man. Refined features. Glorious muscles underneath his tanned skin. He was so perfect, she’d never get bored of watching him.

  He kicked his boots off and shed his pants. Her heartbeat accelerated. She found herself shivering in anticipation. Especially when he pulled down his briefs to his ankles. His cock bobbed free. Amaranth swallowed hard. He was as beautiful as the rest of him. His cock was big, long and hard. Her mouth suddenly watered.

  Graeme kicked off his briefs and stroked his cock. “Last call,” he said. “This is the time to tell me if you want to change your mind. There’s no turning back after this.”

  Amaranth shook her head. “You’re the one I want. Now and forever.”

  “Now and forever,” he echoed. He caressed her cheek dotingly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Graeme crawled on top of her after he arranged her body in a more comfortable position. She smiled, making his heart ache with joy. It was surreal, having her so close and intimate. He kissed her on the lips. She reciprocated eagerly. Her hands caressed his chest. Her soft skin felt like silk. Amaranth curled her legs around his waist. Heaven. His bare skin pressed against hers, the alabaster skin of sheer perfection. He felt like he was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

  His cock rested on her pubis, throbbing with need. His balls had been hard—he would feel lightheaded if he didn’t find relief soon. Bracing with one hand on the hard mattress, he pushed her legs down. Amaranth stopped kissing him. Her eyes sparkled. Her big sapphire eyes that were shielded with lush dark lashes. She opened her legs, ready to accept him. Her pussy looked moist, glistening with her intoxicating dew. He felt ravenous again.

  He reached for his cock and pressed it against her mons. Her pale pubis looked starkly contrasted against his dark manhood. He watched her reaction as he rubbed the crown of his cock on her wet nether lips he had previously feasted on. She made an urgent murmur. A sliver of doubt plagued him. She was so tiny, he wasn’t sure she if could take him. At times like this, he wished he wasn’t so well-hung. What if he hurt her?

  “I’m ready,” she whispered.

  She’s ready and I’m ready to burst. I just don’t want to hurt her. Graeme forced a smile. His eyes transfixed on her opening. She’s tiny and virgin. What the hell was I thinking?

  “Something wrong?” she asked.

  Graeme forced the words out of his throat. “It’s going to sting a little.” Fucking liar. You’re going to tear her a new hole. Idiot. He felt ashamed at the thought.

  “I’ve been trained for this. I can endure.”

  She could endure. Gods.

  Graeme clasped his shaft and rubbed his cockhead on her opening. Morsels of pleasure sparked down his spine. He gave a light push. She yelped. Oh, fuck. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she heaved. “Please…”

  “Amaranth…”

  “Take me. Please.”

  Shit. Graeme inhaled a deep breath and penetrated her.

  She threw her head backwards, gasping.

  “Amaranth…”

  “Don’t stop. I need you now. I’d go insane if you don’t take me.”

  He’d go nuts too. Clenching his teeth, Graeme speared his cock into her. Her pussy resisted his entrance at first, but yielded when he pushed himself hard. She cried. His heart felt like it wanted to burst out of his chest. Sheer frustration seized him. He needed to claim her properly, branding her as his where nothing could wash away his conquest over her.

  He grabbed her hips, keeping her still. Amaranth whimpered when he thrust down until he could no longer move. He was surprised she could take him more than he expected. She had swallowed him almost to his base. Her pussy gripped him tightly. Hot. Addicting.

  His cock pulsed in her depths. The pleasure that cocooned him was so sinful it left him speechless. He had a few good fucks in the past, but never like this. Never. He absolutely hadn’t expected this.

  Amaranth’s eyes brimmed with tears.

  “I…I’m sorry,” he stammered. “Baby, I didn’t mean…”

  “
I love it.” She craned her neck and peeked at their joining flesh. She curled one arm around his neck and drew him closer. “Take me all the way.”

  All Gods in Heaven. Graeme thought he had misheard her. “You sure?”

  She nodded. “I’m yours, aren’t I?”

  “Damn right.” Graeme grabbed her waist and sheathed himself to the hilt. His balls pressed against her perineum. The crown of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb. Her pussy spasmed against his hard, unsated shaft. “Hurt?”

  Unexpectedly, she smiled. “It hurts so good.”

  “Oh, babe.” Graeme tried to move, but her tightness prevented him from doing so. He decided to go slow. He pulled out slowly and stopped when his cock head was just about to leave her opening, then he thrust back in the same slow motion. Graeme wanted her to get acquainted with his size. To his surprise, she creamed. He could feel her hot, silken elixir bathe his shaft. He panted. “Still hurt?”

  She shook her head. “Faster.”

  “Baby, I don’t think…”

  “Please?”

  Shit. Graeme wanted to go faster, but he didn’t want to hurt her. “I’ll try. You’re so fucking tight.” He picked up his pace a little. She creamed again, making it easier to move in and out. After a dozen strokes, he no longer had trouble with her tightness. Amaranth mewled kittenishly as he fucked her harder.

  “Yes, “she breathed out. “Graeme, harder.”

  His cock slammed into her without reserve. Graeme felt his self-control slipping away again. He couldn’t go slow anymore. He needed his completion. Sweat beaded his temples as his heart raced. Her pussy made a wet, salacious sucking sound each time he pulled out. He loved the sound of it.

  But it wasn’t enough. Somehow, he needed her to take him deeper…

  Graeme stopped.

  “Don’t,” she protested. “I need…”

  “Shh. Be patient. I just need to switch positions. This bunk is uncomfortable.”

  Amaranth watched him with wonder when he lifted her from the mattress. Graeme held her body in the air. He was eager to finish this fire.

  Her body was airborne and seconds later, she understood what he was trying to do. From this position, she could take him deeper. Amaranth gasped, feeling so full. Her pussy stretched to the limit to accommodate his cock. But she loved it, having him inside of her. The strange, immense pleasure from having his cock plundering her cunt was the only remedy that soothed her stubborn aches. Graeme slid her up and down. Slowly at first, and when she got used to the rhythm, he went slightly faster. He growled. Apparently, he still hadn’t found all he wanted.