“What’s this?”
“Read it.”
I turned on the syn-disk and a holo-projection materialised before me. I read the document. Exactly three standard hours ago, the Universal Trans System Corp had sold the ownership of Orient Fevre to Levy Frye, and Levy had deeded her to me. As soon as the ship was bound back to the Chereshaz-X orbital station, she was mine.
Holy crap. I couldn’t believe it. “You bought Orient Fevre?”
“It’s our wedding gift. I know how much you love that ship. Think about it, us, flying from port to port across the galaxy, delivering cargo or whatever you fancy. You can play captain, too, if you like. Wouldn’t it be fun, sweetie?”
I was speechless for a long moment. I didn’t know what to say. A part of me was exulted that I’d be seeing Orient Fevre again. The other part of me was annoyed because Levy thought he could buy anything to get what he wanted.
“Look, Violet. I’m not bribing you with the ship to be with me.” Levy kissed the tip of my nose.
I glared at him.
“Well, maybe, a little.”
I was still glaring at him.
“The point is, I’m trying to make our relationship work. I know you’re not the type of girl I could keep in the palace, so I figured we could live our lives the way you’re accustomed to. You love adventure and travel, so why not make our lives, our marriage, into an adventure.”
“God, Levy, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
“Love me, that’s all I ask.”
I snorted. “That’s corny.”
“At least I’m not afraid to say I love you. You should try it. Love is a beautiful thing.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that the only prospect of getting you off my back is by killing you?”
“I’d take that as you love me, too, kitten.”
I sighed. “Can we take this relationship…easy? I’ve been through an emotional roller coaster.”
“Define what you mean by ‘easy’? I was thinking a daily dose of sex would be a good start. I know a trick that will make you relax from the ordeal you’ve been through.” Levy slid his hand on my shoulder and started kneading my tensed flesh.
“Figures.”
I caught his eyes and Levy shot me a smug smile. But the massage felt so damn good. God, this man had a magic touch. I began to unwind and my weariness started to ebb away. Maybe being with him wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Maybe he was what I needed. I looked through the windows as we flew far from the landing docks and into the heart of Chereshaz-X. The city of Atlantis was bathed in a brilliant light as our limo cruised between the skyscrapers.
“Where are we going?”
“To finish our unfinished business.”
“Which is?”
He didn’t answer me, but his grin widened.
We landed on the rooftop of a fancy boutique hotel in downtown Atlantis. The hotel staff welcomed us on the landing pad, the concierge opening the door of the limousine.
Levy tugged my hand. “Come.”
We climbed out of the limo. I insisted on carrying Fluffy’s cage myself as the hotel manager led us to our suite. My hamster begged me for some treats as I put him on a table. Again. He looked unhappy after spending the last half hour in a trunk of a limo. I fished out some sunflower seeds and gave my little guy his treats. Fluffy ate greedily, stuffing them in both of his cheeks, pleading for more.
“Well, I’m out,” I told him.
Fluffy gave me a cross look and busied himself with his toy. Little schmuck.
“He’s cute,” Levy commented. He snuck behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He hugged me as the hotel staff and Levy’s entourage brought in my luggage.
“How do you know he’s a he?” I asked Levy.
“Kitten, I’ve told you before. I know everything about you.”
“Including my favourite brand of underwear?”
“Browns. Army-issued skivvies. You’re a low-maintenance girl.”
“Damn.”
Levy nodded to his men to give us some privacy. With little effort, he turned me around to face him. He ambushed my mouth, kissing me with greed-starving kisses as he popped off the two top buttons my shirt. He tore his mouth away and yanked my shirt off me. My bra, my belt, my panties, and the rest of my clothes came flying off next. He worked systematically and very deftly at getting a woman naked.
“This is the unfinished business?” I teased.
“It’s been nine days since we last fucked, Violet. I’m nearly Goddamn bursting.”
Levy swept me off my feet and carried me into the bedroom. The bed bounced as he threw me on it. He undressed like a madman, kicking his shoes off. Pants. Socks. Shirt. All of it. I spread my legs open for him as he stroked his granite-hard erection. His cock glistened with pre-cum. He looked as if he was nearly bursting. Without a word, he poised the cockhead at my entrance and slammed home.
I threw my head backward. The familiar pain and pleasure engulfed me. I wasn’t fully ready to accept him. I clawed his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh as his cock ravaged me deeply. Levy let out a growl, too primal to be human, a mix between satisfaction and amazement. Then he looked down on me, hissing between his teeth, ranting in draconian words I didn’t understand. But I understood what he was feeling, almost like telepathy. It was an immense relief after having been deprived from a lust-bound thirst.
We locked eyes as I felt him throb in my depths.
He brushed his lips over mine, whispering, “I love you.”
I didn’t know why, but at the very moment, I wanted to cry. Something inside me went sentimental at his declaration. Maybe I was blind ignoring my inner guts, telling me the obvious. As much as I hated to admit it, I did feel the weird attachment he called a bond from the pit of my heart. Given the circumstances on how we’d met, and the whole ordeal that had happened to me in the past weeks, I was freaked out about having to admit he was my soul mate. It clearly didn’t make sense. But again, love never made sense.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and decided to be honest with my feeling. I whispered back, “I love you.”
His eyes brightened. His smile blossomed. Levy looked exulted. He traced my face with his fingertips as he pulled out, up to his cockhead, and slowly thrust into me balls deep.
I shivered. My toes curled. I couldn’t get over how good he made me feel each time he fucked me. The sensation enslaved me, leaving me wanting for more like a hopeless addict.
Levy paused, swallowing hard. Sweat beaded his temples, his jaws clenched. “Say it again, kitten.”
I licked his lips, whispering, “I love you, Levy Frye.” And I meant it. Every word.
I wasn’t accustomed to being lovey-dovey, but he needed me to say it. He needed to hear it. A pledge. A confirmation.
A low growl escaped from his throat as he fisted my hair and slammed into me, fucking me with short jackhammering thrusts.
“That’s my girl. Mine. Forever.” His eyes blazed with fire. His skin felt hot and feverish. His cock…
I gasped, bracing from the flood of his vicious fucks. I squeezed my muscles, choking his rampaging cock. I wanted him to slow down, but only succeeded in making him lose control. He pinned me on the bed, forcing me to surrender to the torrent of his insatiable slams. My clit throbbed. The cock in my pussy felt as if it had been replaced with fire.
I heaved. The ecstasy zapped like high-voltage electricity, dragging me higher and higher. Every fibre of my being shrieked with unadulterated pleasure. My body quaked. I dug my nails into his skin. My pussy contracted. The tide of climax crashed upon me. I screamed his name as a burst of fireworks flashed before my eyes. I came hard. I floated away…
My body shook as the flood of pleasure washed over me. Levy stopped, giving me a chance to collect myself. I heard him hissing, savouring the way my pussy milked his still hard cock.
“God, kitten.” Levy slipped a hand between our bellies, then found my
clitoris and rolled it with his fingers. “Cream for me, just like that. Fuck.”
He tried to move, but I was gripping his cock hard with my pussy. He groaned.
Another orgasm hit me from the way he played with my clit. I gripped him, unable to control myself. I almost shifted when I lost my control. My sharp cat nails scraped his back. I might have drawn blood, too, but he didn’t seem to notice. I exploded. I bit his shoulder as I climaxed. My ears rang and my heart wanted to burst from my chest. The world faded.
Pure ecstasy.
I was dazed when I crashed back into reality. He cooed me endearments in husky murmurs, telling me how much he loved the way my pussy felt. I trembled from head to toe, my body swathed in perspiration as a pleasant tingly feeling enveloped me in sweet succulent bliss. I wished it would never end.
Levy captured my mouth with his, kissing me deeply. He withdrew from me, leaving a trail of our lust elixir on my stomach. He then leant to my side and flipped me on my stomach.
“Now, the grand finale.”
I’d barely digested what he meant when he pushed my thighs wide apart, and positioned himself at my ass. I felt his hands part my ass cheeks as his thumb caressed my asshole.
“Oh, God,” I gasped.
He wanted to claim my ass cherry. A dark thrill sparked inside me. He rubbed my swollen pussy, collecting my dew and oiling my ass with it. I keened when he pushed a finger into my anus. The lewd, tawdry feeling seized me. It felt strangely good, so forbidden, so naughty, but so good. My sphincter tightened around his finger, protesting his intrusion. He pushed his finger all the way in until the pad of his palm hit my perineum, before finger-fucking me until I became relaxed, accustomed with what would come next.
Levy leant down, kissing my nape. His hot breath seared my feverish skin. “Are you ready?”
I looked at him. “Yes.”
He brushed his lips over mine, kissing me open-mouthed. He pulled his finger out to grab his cock. I whimpered as his blunt tip nudged my anus. A flash of panic flared across my mind. Will he fit? I don’t think he will. Oh, God, he’s going to hurt me.
Levy seemed to notice my panic. He paused and whispered, “Don’t worry. It’ll be good. Trust me.”
Trust me. Silly as it might have sounded, but at that very moment, I trusted him. He’d saved me from Mac and I owed him my life. I knew I could trust him on giving me a forbidden pleasure. I halted my breath as he pushed in. His cock slid away even though I was trying to relax. He tried again, poising his tip on my anus as he pushed in. I hissed through my clenched teeth, my hands clawing the duvet. The rings of my sphincter gave way and let him in. He speared me open, unabashedly, plunging his big fat cock into my virgin anus, plundering me from the last strands of innocence I had.
A new pain singed me, then burned me alive. He worked in small thrusts, hummingbird-like jabs, sweet and fluttery, stretching me open, filling me full. I bit my lower lip so I wouldn’t scream. My sphincter contracted in desperation against his assault, but he kept ploughing in, steady, but sure, his cream-glazed cock burrowing into my ass until he was sated from his new conquest.
Levy shifted fully on top of me and pressed his body against mine. Skin to skin. With it, he pushed himself all the way in, shoving whatever was left deeply into me until our bodies locked into one.
I had to scream. The pain. The pleasure. And a dozen other sensations I couldn’t even describe with words. I might have cried, too, because I felt hot tears running down my cheeks, and they weren’t perspiration.
“Sssh, kitten, relax, honey, I’ll make it good.” Levy laved the side of my jaw. “I’ll make it good. Promise. All you need to do is relax.”
I felt half-mad and I half-enjoyed it. It was easy for him to say, he wasn’t the one who was being buggered with a cock that size. But my irritation quickly evaporated when he started to fuck me with long lazy strokes. The pain ebbed away and was replaced with a pleasure so intense, I couldn’t even believe it was possible. Each time he slammed home, I was paralysed by the sinful pleasure that made every one of my nerve endings shriek with untainted ecstasy.
Levy kissed me, laved me, licked my neck, behind my ear, my jaw as he pounded me harder and harder. I gasped between my screams. My throat felt raw and my lungs wanted to explode from my ribcage. My nipples ached and my cunt felt so neglected, it contracted and clasped, desperate to be filled with a cock.
I was burned from the inside out. All of a sudden, what he was doing was no longer enough. I needed him to pinch my nipples, or fuck my pussy with his fingers, anything to counterbalance the maddening pleasure from the way he was fucking me. I groaned and reared my ass to meet his thrust.
“Fuck me,” I rasped, every syllable tinged with sheer desperation. “Fuck me hard.”
“Shit,” Levy growled back.
As if my plea served as fuel to the flame, he hammered me with thrusts that were hard enough to bruise me for days. I needed him to give me the ultimate pleasure that would change us forever.
I mewled as he nailed me down into the bed, one brutal slam after another, his thick cock ravaging my greedy asshole. I was delirious with need as the savage fucks continued. Levy looked as if he was teetering at the edge of his forbearance. He needed to come as badly as I did. The storm of pleasure gathered, threatening to erupt.
“Yes,” I urged him, “oh, babe, please fuck me, fuck me. Harder.”
He roared like a beast, maybe the part of him that wasn’t human responding. The pleasure thickened beyond imagination.
“Harder!” I screamed.
He slammed so hard it almost knocked the air out of my lungs. My body tensed. Every neuron in my brain short-circuited. The storm crashed upon us, sweeping us away in one unmerciful tide to a seemingly never-ending shore. I erupted. Levy climaxed. The world went black for long seconds.
It was heaven, or purgatory, I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was entrapped in a place where nothing mattered. When it ebbed away, I found myself back in my own body, laying, quivering, sobbing and wet, with Levy on top of me, his weight making it hard to breathe.
My battered asshole felt raw, and yet at the same time so sated. He rasped some draconian words that sounded like amazement. His cock grew soft inside me. When he was finally over his orgasm, he withdrew and rolled off me. I felt his cum dripping, oozing on my thighs. He was spent, and so was I. We didn’t talk for quite a while until we finished after-glowing.
I caught his eyes and muttered, “Wow.”
He laughed and pulled me into his arms. I lay there, snuggled tightly like a contented cat, and I was.
“My parents are anxious to see you, Violet. If you are up for it, we should head to D’Keghan tonight. Carlton has chartered a private ship for us. Orient Fevre will be waiting for you here once our formality is concluded.”
“Formality?”
“Crowning you as a D’Keghan princess. The wedding. The reception. I know it’s a pain in the ass, but our custom requires it. It would be over before you knew it.”
“Crowning?”
Levy slid his gaze to me. “I’m next in line. Since I’ve claimed you, that makes you the D’Keghan future queen.”
I cringed.
“Freaking out?”
“Very.”
“We’ll take it slow, and hope my parents live forever.”
“Oh boy. Can I kill you instead? This queen-thingy sounds like too much responsibility. I’m not up to it.”
Levy laughed. “Cute. Can you really kill me? Do you have the heart to do it?”
“No,” I answered in a small voice.
“I thought so.”
I ran my hands through my hair, exhaling a deep breath. Two hours earlier, I dreaded my future because I’d lost the best job in the world, and now I owned Orient Fevre and would become the future queen of D’Keghan. To be honest, this whole thing freaked me out.
I sat up, watching Levy, who played with the long curls of my hair. He smiled, his blue eyes watching me with amusement
and curiosity. I ran my fingers across his broad chest, his chiselled jaw, his sensuous lips. I cleared the stray hair from his face. He was a handsome man, Levy Frye, a dominant draconian who’d turned my world upside down. My accidental husband.
I leant down and kissed him on the lips. Soft fluttery kisses. My heart trembled and my pussy throbbed wanton aches. I could feel our bond, silly as it sounded. Maybe soul mates did exist. I could get used to having Levy in my bed every night and waking up every morning, greeted by his killer smile. I could get used to this, having him in my life and becoming the centre of my universe. And all I needed to do was dare to take the chance.
I cleared my throat and stole a glance at his cock. He was hardening again, ready for a second helping.
“So, Lev, is it true when you’re in a mating cycle, my birth control device could be obsolete?”
He purred, eyes glittering like a supernova. “Hayworth told you that?’
“Yeah.”
“Give me two or three more dips, and I’ll make you pregnant in no time.” He sat up and pecked a kiss on my lips. “Let’s have a shower and have some nice wet shower sex. We’ll work on the details of getting you pregnant.”
“I don’t have much of a choice anytime you want something, do I?”
“No, ‘cause I know you want it, too. I only make your life simpler.”
I laughed, looping my arms around his neck. “I think I love you, Levy Frye.”
“Good. ‘Cause you’re mine forever, Violet Cross.”
“’Til death do us part?”
“Forever, I said. Not even death can part us.” He climbed down the bed and rummaged his clothes. He fished a gold bangle out the pocket. “Your Marktha. You have to wear this all the time from now on.”
He clasped the gold bangle on my arm. I supposed Marktha was like a wedding ring for D’Keghan people.
“Now, about that wet shower sex.” Levy lifted me from the bed and carried me into the bathroom.
“Are we going to rut like this every day for the rest of our lives?”
“Pretty much.”
“Oh dear.”
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