He shifted her onto the bed, slipped a pillow beneath her hips, and she spread herself, using the give of the mattress to aid her relaxation. The burn of his entry nearly, as it often did, spiked a moment of panic, but she’d learned to ignore it. The sensation passed quickly and instead she enjoyed the way his cock filled her, occupied her and the friction of his sweeping strokes echoed into her pussy and along to her clit. She scrunched her fingers around the abandoned sheet and rocked her pelvis in time to his thrusts.
The pace altered. He moved faster with brisk jerks of his hips. While he fucked, his hands roved about, constantly exploring her contours. The dip between her shoulder blades, the small ring of her neck, then under to cup her breasts and squeeze them into his palms.
Out of sight, her clitoris rhythmically chafed the pillow. “Please,” she muttered between breathless gasps and whimpers. “Please, may I come?”
“Wait.” He commanded her in the tone of voice she’d come to admire—stern and measured. He looped her long locks of hair into his fist, lifted her head, and made eye contact. She gazed into his face—the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead indicated the energy he had to utilize to sustain his vigorous pummels.
Catching sight of her smile, he paused.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “Thank you for coming back.”
He smiled, a crooked one as he fought to stem his own orgasm. “Now. Fuck, now!” He thrust hard and his balls touched her fiery ass.
They came in rapid succession. Marco spilt inside her bottom while waves of delightful spasms raced from out of her pussy and clitoris reaching every nerve of her body. Flashes of light flickered before her eyes and her vision blurred. The explosion of nervous energy nearly caused her to black out.
Marco slumped to one side of her. “I won’t leave you,” he whispered, then closed his eyes.
Freya cuddled up next to Marco and watched him slumber. While he dozed, snoring softly, she basked in a swath of post-sex warmth and the heat of her ass. She listened to his slowing heartbeats, her ear pinned to his tattooed chest.
After a while, he stirred and yawned. “You’re awake.”
“Yes. I’m too happy to sleep.”
He rose onto his elbow. “I should bathe you.” He swung his legs to the edge of the bed.
“Wait, please.” She pressed her hand against his chest. “I have to know. What will become of me?”
Marco climbed back onto the bed. “You’ll live here in my residence. I’m sure you’ll enjoy that, keeping me company, welcoming me home each day.”
She would, she’d no doubts about that. She’d dreamt many nights about living with him. It had been her wish from the outset. However, what exactly was she to him? “My freedom? Am I still a prisoner?”
“For now, you are still officially a convicted spy. But that doesn’t alter how I feel about you or how I will show that to you—this, what we did in here, is how we shall be. It means I shall keep you safe and make love to you every day. As for your conviction, I’m hopeful mother can advocate on your behalf, and as the evidence in your favor is good, we must trust in her abilities.”
“Your mother? How can she help? She’s not a warrior,” Freya frowned.
“Women are not weak, Freya, not on our world. Yes, they might appear to be so because we don’t let them fight, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have influence. If your father can present a case against Tony at the same time, then there is always hope.”
Her letters had gone unanswered and she worried her father had nothing positive to tell her. “Dad hasn’t contacted me.”
“Give him time.”
“If… if I do win my freedom, what will happen to us? Should I go back to Earth?”
He spoke without hesitating. “That is your choice. I can’t force you to stay. If you want to be my companion, I would be very happy. Honored.”
“Companion?”
“I suppose it is the equivalent of your life partner, although we don’t hold to the lifelong part. It means you are mine and nobody else’s. It usually signifies that we wish to mate.”
She hadn’t considered he might want children. It saddened her that it would be something that would be unfulfilled in their lives. “Children? I suppose that will be impossible for us.”
Marco cleared his throat. “Actually, it is possible.”
Freya’s shoulders stiffened. “We’re compatible! How do you know?” As she asked the question, she guessed the answer. Dr. Han’s studies were part of a wider program and she doubted it was entirely to do with maintaining the health of aliens.
“Yes, I think you understand.” Marco sighed. “It’s a secret. Earth, and Lucilla’s planet, are special to us. Your species of humanoid are the only ones that can interbreed with us.”
“Why is that important for you? The Vendu have remained isolated on Earth, uninterested in us.”