fur blanket around both of us.
I stifle a moan as his scent engulfs us. As his warmth cocoons me. I close my eyes, and my lashes flutter as my lips part.
“Krakon,” I whisper.
“We have to keep each other warm. It’s the only way.”
I want to laugh. He’s still going to pretend? Okay. I can pretend, too. There’s something alluring about that, both giving into what we want and still lying about it. We get what we want, but get to lie to ourselves and each other that we’re strong and not giving in.
I’m not letting a pirate seduce me. I’m not falling for the wrong fucking guy all over again, and he’s not...I don’t even know why he’s resisting? Maybe I’m just not up to his standards, and it took all of this shit happening for him to finally settle for me. For his standard to sink so low.
I could not care less, as long as those big arms are holding me so tight and warm.
“We should lie down then,” I say, whispering so as not to break the spell. “It’s more efficient. Maximum surface area touching will prevent the most thermal energy from being wasted.”
We lie down together, putting the fur completely over us. Even over our heads. He spoons me from behind. I’m the little spoon, of course. I’m a tiny little teaspoon and he’s the big dipper.
He presses his entire body against mine.
I grip his strong hands, and I move them along my waist.
“Moving makes more warmth,” I whisper.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he says, no conviction in his voice.
“Would you rather freeze? And...if we do end up freezing, wouldn’t you rather have done this before we died?”
He grunts, squeezing my waist and hips even tighter, more possessively. “I promised I wouldn’t.”
“Are you married? Or with someone?”
“No,” he says, so quickly and fiercely that I know he’s not lying.
“What’s the problem then?” I ask. “Am I not good enough for you?”
He kisses the back of my neck, right where it slopes into my shoulder.
I gasp, and wetness floods between my legs. I’ve never wanted someone so bad as this.
His hands run up my body, across my stomach and finally up to my breasts. He cups them, squeezes, and then he’s on top of me. He kisses me. I kiss back. I run my hands along his rippling abs and muscles, though his lines are still more elegant than brutish.
His tongue is so warm and tender, and I suck it with my lips. My eyes roll back into my head, and I wrap my legs around him.
We’re still wearing our thermal suits. They are skin-tight, but it’s not skin on skin.
I tear at his suit, trying to find the “zipper.” It’s not really a zipper, it’s some kind of futuristic latch. When I first put the suit on, it felt like it melted together.
“How do I get this fucking thing off,” I whimper.
He laughs, and flicks at my latch. I feel the suit peel open across the front of my body. My breasts spill out. I fumble around as Krakon helps me until the thing is completely off. We throw it out from beneath the fur.
I finally find his latch and pull at it. His suit rips open, and his full warmth fills the furs. Our skin touches, and his scent overwhelms me.
He presses against me, and now I feel his thick, stone-hard cock pressing into my thigh. It’s hard as can be, but it’s still warm and full of life as I grip it with my fingers. I can’t even close my hand around it.
“That…” I say, eyes wide. “Won’t fit inside me…”
“It will,” he says.
“Have you ever been with a human woman, Krakon?”
“Never,” he says with forceful conviction, as if he is saying that he never would, not only that he never has.
Maybe the head will fit in, but I doubt it could go any further without tearing me apart.
I feel a stinging disappointment at that realization. I wanted to feel him filling me up, and who would have thought he could ever be too big to do that?
He slides down my body, kissing as he goes. He flicks his tongue against my nipples. I tremble, and I squeal when he bites down playfully. That charm he threw at me when we first met wasn’t just some facade, it was a glimpse of the real Krakon, but he’d just buried it so deep behind his hard exterior. Now I see it again, in the way he teases