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My body arches off the bed, a desperate plea for something I don’t know how to ask for. Beckett understands, though—she always understands—and she slides lower, lower, lower, until her mouth is on my thighs and her fingers are dancing over my mons to the edges of my sex.
Need explodes through me as she eases my legs apart and presses light kisses to my inner thighs. When I whimper low in my throat, my hips moving against her, she grows bolder. Surer. More devastating.
Her fingers slide along my sex, stroking, petting, circling, and I can’t stay still. My hips come off the bed, my hands clutch at her hair, my legs wrap around her as I urge her, “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
But Beckett won’t be rushed as she kisses her way inside my lips to my clit. She flicks her tongue back and forth across it as her fingers slide deep inside me, and nothing in my life has ever come close to feeling as good.
She’s stroking me over and over again, sucking my clit into her mouth, sliding her tongue along the lips of my sex as my breaths get harsher and my movements wilder.
I feel myself spiraling up, up, up, my body balanced on a precipice of pleasure so intense that I can barely process it. I’m close, so close, to something I don’t understand, and all I can think ismore. I need more. I need everything.
Beckett gives it to me, her fingers twisting deep inside me as she circles my clit with hard little lashes of her tongue. And then I’m flying, my body shooting off the bed and flying straight into oblivion as pleasure washes over me, through me, around me, inside me.
Beckett rides me through it, with her fingers and her lips and her tongue, until nothing else matters but her and me and the ecstasy burning so brightly between us. And then, when it’s over, she does it again. And again. And again.
Until I forget how to breathe, how to think.
Until I forget what it was like to exist without this endless well of pleasure.
Until I forget what it was like to be me without her. Without Beckett.
When it’s over, she slides her way back up my body and I reach for her. I’m exhausted, wrung out, but I’m determined to bring her at least a fraction of what she’s just given me.
“I want to make you feel like that,” I whisper, my fingers toying with her wild curls as my other hand creeps slowly down her body.
But she just drops a kiss on my mouth, lets me taste myself lingering on her lips. “When we wake up,” she murmurs, and I want to argue, but my eyes are already closing and so are hers.
I drift into sleep with the sound of her soft breathing in my ear, and I wake up the same way. And when she moves restlessly on the bed, I do what I’ve been wanting to do all along.
I kiss my way down her body until her hands clutch in my hair and her hips arch against my mouth, and the sweetness of her release flows over me like a river.
And nothing has ever felt so right.
Chapter 51
Beckett
Six days later, and we’re still in orbit around Glacea. TheStarlightwon’t move.
I’ve done everything to try to convince her otherwise, as has Gage, but nothing has worked. This is definitely one of those times when the ship has a mind of her own and she won’t be dissuaded.
Ian, of course, is losing it. With every hour that passes, he’s getting grumpier and more pissed off. Even Kali and Max can’t calm him down—and I know, because I’ve broken all my rules about asking for help and begged them to try. Because if he comes onto my bridge one more time and starts harping at me about getting theStarlightto go, I’m not sure I won’t gut him. Or at least punch the hell out of him. After all, he’s not the only one desperate to get to the Wilds.
The only thing that’s saved him so far is the fact that I’ve been a little…preoccupied with Rain. Kali is back in the bedroom, so I don’t get to hold her every night like I want to. But since things have been completely dead around here flying-wise, we’ve spent more than a few hours locked in the cabin together. And every time is somehow better than the last.
Not that we spend all our time in bed. We’ve also spent hours talking about her life in the monastery and mine with the rebels. Talking about stories we’ve read, places we want to go, and anything else that strikes our fancy.
Rain has told me so many stories about the different people at the monastery that I feel like I know them. I particularly want to meet Sister Malconi, who has the biggest flower hothouse in the monastery, underground to protect it from the heat, and treats everyone like criminals just trying to get their hands on her blooms.
Every day, Rain tells me another story about her. We laugh and laugh. I don’t know, because I have nothing to compare it to, but I think it’s happiness I’m feeling.
I’ve also been teaching her about theStarlightand—theoretically—how to fly her. A few times, Kali has even joined us, and I’ve taught her, too. She seems to have a serious thirst for knowledge, and fuck it, who am I to deny her?
Yet for some reason, when I woke up today, it was with a black cloud pressing down on me. I’m tense, impatient, and the rage that’s been my companion since my father died is riding me hard.
Jarved would have been nineteen today.
Nineteen.
