saying that we have?” Oh, she knew they had it. She felt it every
bit as much as he did.
“You ’ ll be mine entirely, and I ’ ll be yours. Be sure, Samantha.
This is not one of your Earth marriages that can be undone. Completing the soul
bond is permanent. Only death can break it,” he said against her ear. He
squeezed her ass harder, pulling her closer so she could feel the erection he
was sporting against her pussy.
“Petr,
I have been sure since you wrapped your jacket around me on my ship.” She had
been confused, certainly, but the pure fact of the matter was that she was in
need of him and likely always would be. “I want the bond with you. I want to be
the one that you will always reach for. I want to be the one that will walk at
your side for the rest of time.”
“There
is nowhere else you should be,” he told her. In the lift Petr put her back to
the wall, his body holding her up and allowing him to stroke a hand along her
side. He brushed his thumb to the curve of her breast. “I only asked to make sure you were fully with me, Samantha. You were so in
shock at first and then recovering these past days. I needed to be sure.
Forgive me for doubting you.”
She
let her hands move over his body and start to undo his shirt. She leaned in and
nipped at his throat with her teeth. “No holding back. I need to have all of you, please. I might not be from this time
but I will always love you, and I will always need you. Never doubt that, Petr.
Everything we do together will be right.” She was a slightly different color than he was, her skin paler, but they were compatible and
they both knew it. She tugged his shirt off and smiled. “We’ll come back for it
later,” she said and dropped it in the lift. Her hands moved, nails gliding
down his back. “More.” She loved the way he was pushing against her. “How long
until we’re in our quarters?” she asked when the lift doors opened.
“Only
several slightly painful steps away,” he told her. He rolled his hips to press
his cock to her again, then stepped back with her firmly in his arms. Striding out of the
lift, he made good time up the hall to their rooms. He paused only long enough for her to place her eye
to the scanner and let them into their quarters. Quickly he strode through to the bedroom and lowered her to her feet.
“Remove your clothing quickly or I will tear it from you piece by piece.”
She
quickly removed her clothing. The idea of him tearing it from her body was tempting, but she would wait for another
time for that. “Come on, clothes,” she said and pushed her pants off. “God I
love the way you look. ”
He was stunning and made her ache. “I need you. Now.”
Kicking
his shorts aside, Petr toed off his running shoes and came for her. He scooped her up, and in a tumble they hit the bed, rolling
until he was pressing her down into the mattress. A hand slid over her thigh,
hip, and up her rib cage until his thumb could once more stroke the curve of
her breast. “You are mine,” he said. Then he kissed her. Really kissed her.
She
kissed him back, her hands wrapped around his head and holding him tightly.
When they parted, she licked her lips. “What do I have to do?” she breathlessly asked, arching up
against him. “We’ve talked about just about everything except for how to bond.
How do we do it?” She shuddered.
“We
make love,” he told her. “Our souls will reach for one another if we are open
to it. If this is truly what you want deep inside, then all you need to do is be
open to what comes. Don’t stifle it. Let it grow and become what it’s always
meant to be.”
“I
will always be reaching for you,” she told him, and when his hands moved over
her breasts she shuddered. “Oh God yes.” Her nipples tightened, and she
whimpered when he ran a nail over one of the hard pebbles. “Make love, God it’s been a very long nine hundred
plus years. Please,” she begged.
His soft chuckle, a sound no
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