They arrived at the Daytona Beach International Airport, and Korum assembled the ship in a far-off section there, out of sight of any other humans. As the aircraft quietly took off, Mia remembered how frightened she’d been when she’d left New York, flying to Lenkarda for the very first time. Was it only three weeks ago? It seemed like a lifetime had passed between now and then.
The girl who had left New York had been frightened and traumatized, uncertain about her fate and unsure whether she could trust the man she loved – the one she had regarded as an enemy, the one she had betrayed.
She was no longer that girl.
This Mia felt utterly secure in Korum’s love.
Over the past few days, their relationship had undergone yet another subtle shift. There was an openness to it now that had been missing before. Until they’d had that discussion – until he’d given her a choice – Mia had still had doubts about their relationship. It had been an uncomfortable feeling, knowing that he held all the power and had no qualms about using it – and she now realized that she’d held a part of herself back as a result, that she had still subconsciously resisted him.
Now, however, it was different – it felt different. Yes, she was still his charl, but she no longer felt like he owned her. He loved her enough to let her walk away, to relinquish his control over her, and that knowledge was like a balm to her soul, soothing the scars left by the tumultuous beginning of their affair.
Every evening, after dinner with her family, they had gone for a long walk on the beach and just talked. She’d learned about some of Korum’s past relationships (there had been many) and about the fact that he had never been in love before. He’d actually thought himself incapable of it. “It really caught me by surprise, the depth of my feelings for you,” he’d confessed, and she realized yet again how difficult it had been for him to let her go. The fact that he’d done it proved to her that his feelings were real – that their sexual liaison could ultimately become the genuine partnership she’d always hoped it would be.
And now, as their ship flew to Costa Rica, Mia reached over and squeezed Korum’s hand. “I love you,” she said, and watched as a warm smile appeared on his beautiful face.
Her life couldn’t possibly get any better.
Epilogue
They were returning.
Saur had failed, but the Krinar had suspected he would. Korum was too good of a fighter to be killed so easily. Of course, he hadn’t counted on Mia getting hurt. That part had been unacceptable. If his enemy hadn’t killed Saur, the K would’ve done so himself.
Soon she would be near him again. The Krinar raised his hand and stared at it, imagining himself touching her delicate flesh, stroking that silky skin. She would be so small, so fragile in his arms. So vulnerable. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she wouldn’t be able to resist.
His cock stirred at that thought, and he cursed his apparent inability to control himself. In anticipation of her arrival, he’d ventured out to a nearby x-club and gorged himself on human girls. All three of them had been pretty, with ambitions of a career in Hollywood. One had even had curly hair, though it was more of a dirty blond shade that hadn’t appealed to him nearly as much. He’d fucked them for hours, yet he’d left the place still unsatisfied.
He wanted her.
And soon he would be able to have her – and anything else he wanted. His week had been quite productive.
Another few days, and he’d be all set.