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His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing with the effort to hold back.
But he can’t fight it any longer.
His hips buck forward, thrusting deep inside me, an unstoppable force that threatens to consume us both. He thrusts one last time, his hips moving in a frenzied dance, his cock pulsating within me.
And then he releases, his body shuddering as he comes. The room is filled with the sound of our panting, our bodies still moving in a dance we can’t seem to break free from.
He collapses on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. We lie there, our bodies still connected, the aftershocks of our passion reverberating through us.
The weight of his words, the truth of them, settles deep within me.
We really do belong to each other, but only for the short duration of this cruise. We’re two souls locked in a passionate embrace, two hearts beating as one.
But this will end.
It brings a tear to my eye.
His heart thunders like a drum beneath my ear, a rhythm that speaks of life, of survival.
“Wow,” I breathe out, the word a feather in the heavy cabin air. “That was… incredible.”
“Understatement of the century.” His voice rumbles like gravel and silk, wrapping around me in the afterglow of our sex.
Our sweat-slicked bodies are a tangle of limbs, a testament to the fervor we’ve just shared.
His fingers trail up my spine, slow, deliberate. Goosebumps rise to meet his touch, and I shiver, not from cold but from a fire that refuses to be quenched. It’s more than lust; it’s a craving for the connection that pulses between us with every beat of our hearts.
“Your pulse,” he murmurs, “it’s racing like mine.”
“Is that surprise or satisfaction?” I tease, lifting my head to meet his piercing blue gaze.
“Both,” he admits, and there’s a vulnerability in his admission that catches me off-guard. It’s a mirror to my own thoughts, the realization that this is uncharted territory for both of us.
“This feels like…” Words fail me. I’m totally incapable of describing what I feel.
“Like the start of something real,” he finishes for me, pulling me closer. His arms are a fortress; within them, I find a security I didn’t know I was seeking.
We stay entwined, our breathing slowly easing.
“Stay with me,” he says, not a question but a plea spoken against my hair. “Spend the night with me.”
“Your wish is my command,” I promise, knowing that whatever comes next, we face it together.
“Love, you’ve either got to stop saying things like that or accept what comes next.”
“What does that mean?”
“Only that I have much to teach you.” His low chuckle vibrates the air in the room.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
MIA
We spendthe rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, fucking and talking, sleeping and loving, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and intimate connection.
Rigel’s touch is tender yet fierce, his every caress a promise of protection and devotion. I lose myself in the warmth of his arms, the solid strength of his body anchoring me to the present.
Several times, I pinch myself, thinking this can’t possibly be real, but he’s here, in my cabin, his skin pressed against mine, his breath mingling with mine.