“I still don’t understand. Where is she?”
“The two of them are on a planet called Hothrest. An ice planet,” he added with an exaggerated shiver. “It wouldn’t have been my first choice, but they seem to be happy there.”
“And they sent you to find me and take me back to Earth?”
His face softened. “No, little bird. They sent me to find you, but you cannot return to your planet.”
“Why not?” she asked, even though she found she wasn’t surprised.
“Travel to pre-spaceflight planets is forbidden. Only desperate males—such as slavers—would take the chance.”
When she had been on the ship, she frequently dreamed of returning home, but once she was here and faced with the reality of her new life, the only way she had been able to cope was by pushing away her memories of Earth. Sometimes it even seemed as if she had imagined her old life, but as she thought about never seeing her family again, a tear trickled down her cheek. A second one followed and she started to weep silently. Varga swore and hauled her into his lap, holding her against his big, warm chest, and she let herself cry.
When the tears finally subsided, she looked up and gave him a shaky smile. “I’m sorry. I’m not in the habit of weeping all over someone.”
“I believe you.” He stroked her cheek with a gentle finger. “You’re a very brave female.”
The tears she thought she’d exhausted threatened once again, but before they could emerge, he bent down and kissed her.
His mouth was as soft, as gentle as it had been that morning but just as she had that morning, she suddenly wanted more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him closer, relishing the hard muscles of his chest against her aching nipples.
He raised his head, a reluctant expression on his face. “Sweetheart, I don’t think—”
“Don’t think,” she said fiercely. “I don’t want to think.”
If she had ever had any skill in seduction, it had vanished long ago, but perhaps her determination made up for her lack of skill. She deliberately pressed herself closer to him, rubbing her bottom against the hard cock that showed no sign of reluctance. He groaned, and then he was kissing her again.
She had thought this morning’s kiss was passionate. Now she realized how little she knew. His mouth hardened, demanding, claiming, branding her as his, and she met him just as eagerly. She wanted this. She wanted this hot rush of excitement that erased all memories of her servitude, all memories of her lost home, of everything except the heat burning between them.
Without breaking the kiss, he turned her so that she was straddling him, so that his heated shaft was pressed tightly against her wet, needy pussy. She moaned and tried to get even closer. One big hand covered her bottom, grinding her against his cock, while the other cupped her breast, teasing her throbbing nipple with a firm grip that could have been painful. Instead, each time his hand tightened, an electric spark of excitement shot straight to her aching clit.
“Varga,” she whispered. “I… I need…”
“I know, little bird. I’ll take care of you.” His deep voice rumbled in her ear, and her head dropped back as his mouth extended to her neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive flesh between small bites that added to the building pleasure.
He made an impatient sound, and she heard the distant rip of cloth but didn’t care because her naked folds were directly against his erection now. Hot, so hot, and so hard, with a ridged texture that sent shivers of delight through her body each time he rubbed it against the swollen nub of her clit.
“So wet,” he groaned. “Fly for me, little bird.”
His fingers clamped down on her nipple, his mouth on her neck, and he pulled her so closely against his cock that she could feel every hard, ridged inch. She exploded. Dark spots danced in front of her eyes as she shuddered, wave after wave of helpless pleasure sweeping over her, and she clung to him, overwhelmed with sensation.
His cock throbbed against her, each pulse causing an aftershock to roll through her system, and it wasn’t until her body finally went limp that she realized it would be his turn next. The thought of that massive cock inside her made her shiver in a strange mixture of fear and excitement as she waited for him to take her. But all he did was hold her close and gently stroke her hair.
Gathering her courage, she looked up at him. “Don’t you want to…” Words failed her, and she waved her hand helplessly. The look on his face was almost tender.
“Very much, little bird. But I don’t want our first time to be while you are a slave.”
“Oh.” Did that mean he was repulsed by her captivity? His cock throbbed against her again, and she decided he was definitely not repulsed. “Why not?”
“Because I want to be sure you know that it’s your decision.”
She drew a deep breath, unsure if she was sad or relieved, but perhaps it was for the best. She nodded and started to climb off of him, but then she looked down. Oh my.
His cock still reared proudly between them, long and thick and glistening from her excitement. The ridges she had felt circled the massive shaft, stacked from the wide base to the broad head. It didn’t seem possible that he could fit inside her, but she had the sudden, foolish urge to try.
The drop of liquid pearled on the head and she licked her lips,
