Page 18 of Fool's Gold

Whirling, I saw the massive slab of reinforced duranium sliding aside to reveal the vault's interior - a cavernous chamber lined with sealed equipment lockers and data-cores. Gemma was already clambering to her feet, eyes bright with excitement.

"Let's go!" she shouted, beckoning me forward.

Laughing, I sheathed my blades and sprinted to join her, my longer strides easily eating up the distance between us. Enemy fire sizzled and sparked around us, but I shielded Gemma with my body as we hurtled through the widening gap.

The moment we crossed the threshold, I slammed my palm against the override panel, sealing the vault once more. The duranium slab thundered closed, cutting off the drone swarm and leaving us encased in an armored, isolated sanctuary.

I whirled to face Gemma, hands closing around her slender shoulders as I drank in her flushed features. Her face shone with exertion, lips parted enticingly. My grip tightened, pulling her flush against me as my mouth crashed down on hers in a demanding kiss.

GEMMA

The vault door swung open to reveal a space that was a stark contrast to the cold, metallic corridors we had traversed. It was a panic room, yes, but one that screamed of opulence and a taste for the extravagant. The air hung slightly stale, but as we staggered inside, the automatic refreshers whirred, infusing the space with a crisp, clean scent.

My attention, however, was entirely consumed by Kaelith. Now that we were inside, now that the danger had seemingly passed, his lips found mine again. The hunger that had been building within me roared to life, demanding to be sated. His kiss was fierce, dominant, a brand that seared through any lingering resistance.

We stumbled together towards the plush, semi-circular couch, our hands exploring, gripping, needing. Kaelith broke the kiss, his red eyes piercing into mine, searching for a truth I could hardly articulate myself.

"Are you sure about this, little human?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent heat coiling to my belly. His fingers traced the line of my jaw, a tender gesture that belied his fierce exterior.

I nodded, my breath hitching as his hand slipped beneath my shirt, his touch cool against my heated skin. He took his time undressing me, his gaze never leaving mine as each piece of clothing was peeled away, revealing more of my flesh.

"You're so delicate," he purred, the flats of his hands gliding over my hips. "I'll make sure you're well-fed, that you never know hunger again."

His words ignited a fire within me, a need that had been simmering since our first encounter. He laid me down on the couch, his body covering mine as he kissed his way down, his pointed canines gently scraping against my sensitive skin.

I gasped as his mouth reached my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucked it deeply into his mouth. His hands continued their exploration, fingers slipping into the wet heat between my legs, making me arch into his touch with a desperate moan.

"Mine," he asserted, the possessiveness in his voice sending a thrill through me. "Every inch of you belongs to me now."

His words should have terrified me, but instead, they stirred a sense of safety and belonging. I was his, and he was intent on proving it with every worshipful touch, every claiming kiss.

Kaelith continued his descent, his lips blazing a trail of fire down my stomach. He knelt before me, his red eyes molten with desire as he hooked my legs over his shoulders. I was utterly exposed to him, and the vulnerability of it sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me.

"So responsive," he purred, his breath hot against my core. "Let's see how loud I can make you scream."

His tongue swiped through my folds, his rumble of approval vibrating against my sensitive flesh. He licked and sucked, his fingers joining his tongue in a rhythm that had me writhing beneath him, incoherent pleas spilling from my lips.

"Kaelith, please," I begged, my fingers tangling in his short, jet-black hair.

"Patience, little human," he chided, his gaze lifting to meet mine, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I want to taste every drop of you when you come apart."

He returned to his feast with renewed vigor, his fingers pumping into me as his mouth closed over my clit, the sensation pushing me closer and closer to the edge. When he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

As the tremors subsided, Kaelith rose above me, his lips glistening with the evidence of my desire. He undressed himself, revealing the full extent of his alien physique—the lean, hard muscles, the gray skin adorned with those tantalizing dark blue markings, and the proud, triangular head of his cock with its series of soft flanges.

"Do you see what you do to me, Gemma?" he asked, his voice thick with need. "No one else has ever made me crave like this."

I nodded, reaching out to touch him, my hand barely able to wrap around his girth. He hissed in a breath as I stroked him, his hips thrusting into my grip.

"Enough," he grunted, capturing my wrists in one hand and pinning them above my head. "I need to be inside you, to claim you properly."

His eyes sought mine, ensuring I was still with him, still willing. I nodded again, my body aching for him to fill me, to complete the connection that had been building between us.

With his free hand, he guided himself to my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against me. I was momentarily overwhelmed by the size of him, but the gentle kisses he peppered along my neck and shoulders soothed my fears.

"Relax, love," he whispered, his voice a balm to my racing heart. "I'll go slow. I'll never hurt you."

He pushed forward, his cock stretching me in the most exquisite way. There was a brief moment of discomfort, but it was quickly replaced by a pleasure so deep, it bordered on pain. He filled me completely, his body flush against mine as he bottomed out.