sorry.”
“The Gathosians decimated my planet much like they’re
devastating Earth. Very few of my people remain.”
Then how could he work with them? He didn’t just work with
them, he led their armies as they destroyed world after world.
His gaze cooled and his features hardened. “Don’t you dare
judge me. You’ve been told what withdrawal does to your body, but have you
experienced it?”
She shook her head. She’d obviously struck a nerve, and she
wasn’t sure how to defuse his anger. Wait a second. How the hell had he known
what she was thinking?
Before she could ask, he tangled his hand in her hair and
pulled her head back, pressing their lower bodies tighter together. “There is
no fighting the Gathosians. I think you understand that. So I tried to run.
Over and over, I found ways to escape, and each time they brought me back. They
strapped me to a table and let the compound work its magic. You can’t imagine
the agony. They would dose me just often enough to keep my body craving more.
Each time I suffered longer, and drifted closer to death. But death is the one
mercy they will not allow me. I’m too fucking valuable to them.” Pushing her
away, he turned toward the showerhead and let the water pelt his face.
“I’m sorry. I know—”
Without warning he spun and yanked her into his arms. His
mouth crushed hers, tongue boldly thrusting. She instinctively struggled,
frightened by his sudden aggression, but his hold was unbreakable. He pressed
her against the back wall of the shower, his mouth ravaging hers.
Fighting him was pointless. This was why she’d stayed, why
she followed him into the bathroom. She wanted this, wanted him. So
instinctively she submitted, allowing his tongue to have its way while his body
ground against hers. His smooth chest rubbed her nipples and their legs
entwined. Desire sparked through her fear and she began to respond.
He pulled back and she looked into his eyes, expecting anger
and finding pain. Her heart lurched and compassion melted the tension in her
muscles. He was searching for comfort, just as she was, trying to recapture
some measure of control. She licked her lips and glanced away. “It’s been a
really long time since I’ve done this.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
The growl in his voice made the words hard to believe, but
she summoned her courage and met his gaze. “I know.” She combed her fingers
through his hair, fascinated by the multicolored strands. They’d both lost so
much and had been forced to do things that were unthinkable before the
Gathosians entered their lives. Becoming an ambassador was mild compared to
some of the things she’d done in the last four years. She’d stolen food and
supplies meant for those just as needful as the people she was trying to keep
alive. She’d lied and cheated then stood back like a coward as others were
punished for her misdeeds.
Ra’jen was right. She had no reason to judge him. He had
been under Gathosian control far longer, and his role in their conquests was
larger, but their situations weren’t that different. They were both just trying
to survive.
His hand descended with obvious intent, pressing over her
mound then slipping between her thighs. She opened for him, leaning against the
wall as his fingers explored her pussy. He traced her slit, pausing to circle
her clit before pushing into her passage.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” His finger pumped and then his thumb
settled over her clit. “How long is ‘a really long time’?”
“Before the invasion.”
He withdrew his finger and moved his hand to her hip. “You
haven’t had sex in four years?”
His obvious bewilderment made her smile. “Closer to five. I
was pretty gun-shy even before this all started.”
“Then this isn’t going to work.” He turned off the water and
pushed open the shower door.
“You don’t want to… I don’t understand.”
He guided her hand to his cock, curving her fingers against
the hardened