Page 55 of Klaz

“You’re so hard,” she observed, a note of wonder in her voice.

“For you,” I admitted, the words wrenched from somewhere deep inside me. “Only for you.”

She stroked me slowly, her thumb circling the head of my cock. Tension coiled within me, a tightly wound spring just waiting to unleash its energy.

With a low growl, I spun her around, pressing her against the bunk. Her hands splayed out on the surface, her ass presented to me like an offering. I nudged her legs apart, my hand sliding between her thighs to find her slick and ready.

“Oh, gods,” she moaned as I teased her clit.

I leaned over her, my other hand coming up to cup her breast. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, delighting in the way she arched her back, pushing herself further into my touch. My lips trailed down her spine, a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses that left her trembling.

“Klaz, please,” she begged, her voice ragged with need.

I didn’t make her wait any longer. I slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them to make her cry out in pleasure. I pumped in and out, building a rhythm that had her moaning and writhing beneath me.

“You like that?” I teased.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she gasped, her knees buckling as I drove her closer and closer to the edge.

I could feel her orgasm building, her inner walls tightening around my fingers. I added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She came with a sharp cry, her body convulsing around mine as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

I withdrew my fingers, replacing them with the broad head of my cock. I pushed into her slowly, savoring the way her body yielded to mine. She felt incredible, hot and tight and utterly perfect.

“More,” she demanded, her voice muffled by the bunk. “I need more.”

I gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as I began to move. I thrust into her deeply, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my veins. She met me thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with my own.

“You feel so good,” I groaned, the words barely intelligible.

“So do you,” she panted, her fingers clutching at the bunk. “Harder, Klaz. I want to feel you for days.”

I gave her what she wanted, increasing the pace and force of my thrusts. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of flesh and desire. Pressure built within me, a fierce, unstoppable tide.

“Cinta,” I gasped, my body tensing as my orgasm approached.

“Come for me, Klaz,” she said, her voice a sultry command. “Let go.”

With a final, powerful thrust, I let out a roar, my body shuddering as I spilled myself inside her. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that left me weak and breathless.

As the aftershocks subsided, I pulled out of her, my body protesting the loss of her warmth. I turned her around, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She melted against me, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

We lay together on the narrow bunk, our bodies intertwined. Cinta’s fingers traced the swirling green markings on my chest, following their intricate patterns across my grey skin. The motions were gentle, almost reverent, and I found myself relaxing despite the storm of emotions raging within me.

Cinta’s fingers continued their exploration of my body, tracing the intricate patterns of my Vinduthi markings. She paused at a particularly jagged one that ran across my ribs.

“This one looks nasty,” she said, her fingertip following its length. “I’ve seen you heal from what I thought was a fatal wound when we were fighting those pirates. I can’t imagine how terrible this must have been.”

Memories of that day flooded back. The searing pain, the smell of burnt flesh, the screams of my fallen comrades. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on the warmth of Cinta’s body pressed against mine.

“It was at the end of the war,” I said, trying to keep my voice flat, even. “Before I became a bounty hunter.”

Cinta propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes searching my face. “Why did you choose to take that path?”

Hell.

I’d never told anyone the full story, never allowed myself to be that vulnerable. But as I looked at Cinta, her face open and curious, I felt something inside me shift.

“After the war, I was... lost,” I began, the words coming slowly. “I’d been a soldier for so long, I didn’t know how to be anything else. The things I’d seen, the things I’d done... they haunted me. I couldn’t sleep without nightmares. I couldn’t walk down a street without jumping at every shadow.”