HeartStorm

Chapter Two

Chapter

Two

Passion

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, rubbing her forehead

against his skin until she could feel his pulse echo in her skull. She didn't know

he was carrying her out of the bay until she heard the soft hiss of doors

opening and closing around them. Opening her eyes, she realized he was heading

for the living quarters area, and his room.

"Paol, wait. Your room is no

longer there."

He came to an abrupt halt.

"What? No. Hold it." He frowned. "But it makes sense."

Devorah laughed softly. "It

doesn't matter. Let's go to the clinic."

Commander grinned. Without

responding, he turned and took the corridor leading to the medical clinic where

her private chambers were located in the rear. When she had first arrived at

Guardian Command, she had originally bunked in the woman's section, until she

realized that sometimes she needed to remain close to her more critically ill

patients. Agreeing with her, Disaster arranged for her to have an apartment

built adjacent to the medical lab.

Commander strode through the main

hospital area, straight through to where her private rooms were located.

Bypassing the small outer living area, he took her directly into the bedroom

where he placed her on her feet.

"I think we've been dancing

around the fact that we mean something special to each other far too long.

Devorah, I love you, and I want to remain part of your life for whatever time

we may have together," he bluntly stated. He was breathing heavily, and

she knew it wasn't because of the brisk walk he'd just taken.

They remained standing there for

several moments, never taking their eyes from each other, yet still hesitant.

Waiting for the other to make the first move. At long last, Devorah reached out

and fingered the fabric of his dark blue uniform. She tugged on it, noticing

how skin tight the material was. No wonder he looked sculpted. The uniform only

enhanced what he already had.

Her gaze dropped to the juncture

between his legs. The bulge was noticeable, but not protruding. Apparently he

wore some form of protection.

They had gone no farther than

kissing and holding each other close. A few furtive caresses were the only

steps they had taken toward lovemaking. It was time they made their arrangement

permanent. It was time they sealed their words with action.

"How do you take it off?"

she managed to ask in a hoarse voice.

After he unbuckled and dropped his

belt, he began pulling the top out of his waistband and drawing it over his

head. She didn't wait. Her outfit consisted of the typical green jumpsuit that

identified her as a member of the medical profession. A simple flap in the

front sealed and opened it.

She stripped and stood naked before

he bent to remove his boots. Commander stopped to stare at her body. Smiling

gently as he observed her smooth, flawless skin. Her full breasts. The lush

growth between her legs. Slowly, his eyes crawled up to her face, and his

breathing was noticeably faster.

"By the stars, you're

beautiful."

She smiled and pointed to his pants.

"Need a hand with those?" She was surprised to see his face flush.

Without waiting for his reply, she kneeled and held the boots as he slipped

them off. When he reached for the waist of his pants, she put her hands over

his and smiled. "Allow me." He removed his hands, holding them out to

his sides.

Gradually, she lowered his pants

over the firm buttocks, the powerful thighs, and down his muscular legs where

he stepped out. As she'd suspected, his genitals were enclosed in one of those

protective cups that most of the Guardian men wore. A little squeeze around the

sides, and the gear nearly fell into her palms.

Immediately, his erection sprang

thick and full, nearly parallel to the floor. Devorah found herself almost eye

to eye with the flushed head. Impulsively, she gave it a lick, and Commander

trembled at the touch. She started to take it into her mouth, when he laid a

hand on her shoulder.

"I desire you now. The rest can

wait until later, but at this moment, no more foreplay," he roughly

demanded in a soft voice.

Before she could reply, he bent and

lifted her back into his arms to carry her over to the bed. They went down

together, and this time he claimed her mouth.

His hunger matched hers as they

tried to chase away the nightmares that had plagued them ever since the

wormhole disaster. One hand lightly squeezed her breast, the fingers capturing

her taut n*****s between the knuckles to tease and pinch until she gasped. She

could feel the storm gathering inside her, her need and desire growing dark as

clouds before the lightning. She squirmed beneath him, and along her leg his

erection quivered and burned.

His mouth slid down her throat where

it seared her neck and shoulder. She was on the verge of begging him to take

her when his hand left her breast, and his nails scratched their way down her

belly until his fingers found her mound. After lightly stroking the soft hairs

there, his hands slid between her thighs, reaching her c**t where he parted the

swollen lower lips to roll and squeeze the hardening nub.

Devorah arched her back as she tried

to breathe. The storm was all-consuming, blanking out her mind as it heightened

every nerve in her body. Her hands found his shoulders, and she tried to pull

him on top of her.

"Paol. Paol, love me."

"I do. I always have. I always

will," he murmured into the hollow of her throat. In the next moment, he

brought himself over her, spreading her legs with his knees. And paused. When

she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her, passion and anticipation

flooding his face.

He lowered himself, pressing the tip

of his erection against her entrance. Then, gradually, he slid inside her,

taking care not to hurt her with his greater strength. Allowing her cream to

ease his passage as his thickness filled and stretched her. Watching her

reaction, ready to stop or withdraw at the first sign of distress. His infinite

care touched her heart.

"Paol, I'm not made of glass.

Make love to me." To emphasize her point, she raised her knees to give him

better access. He closed his eyes and bowed his head as he reached underneath

her buttocks with one hand to steady her.

His strokes came faster, longer, and

more forcibly. His rhythm increased, until Devorah felt her nerve endings

tingling. She squeezed her inner muscles, now slick and hot from their combined

friction, and her body shivered as the intensity flared within her. Small bolts

of intense pleasure zipped through her bloodstream, signaling the sweet promise

of release soon to come.

He was panting, his breath hot and

moist against her skin. They were both slick with sweat as he continued to pump

her. Pushing her toward the brink. Relentlessly driving himself inside her in

order to reach his own peak.

He was no longer treating her as if

she was some fragile object. They were caught up in the midst of down and dirty

sex. She dug her fingers into his back and shoulders in order to hold on,

urging him to take her harder as she jutted her hips upward to meet his

downward plunges.

For a split second she derided

herself for taking so long to accept his advances. For not initiating their

relationship to go to the next level before now. For not enjoying this pleasure

with him countless times in the past. Her mind barely glossed over the wonder

of how incredible this was, when everything within her erupted in a blaze of

white hot ecstasy. Devorah cried out as her body jerked beneath him.

Relentlessly, Commander continued to ram himself into her, forcing himself through

her silken inner chamber that suddenly tried to strangle his member and squeeze

all the blood from it. A dozen more thrusts, and he vaulted over the precipice,

filling her with his release.

He groaned as his knees gave way,

and he slid onto her pliant body, his semi erection cradled between her slick

thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and for the next few minutes

neither of them spoke or moved. The aftermath was too delicious, too heady to

do anything other than let it spread over them like a gentle rain. Soaking

through their skin to cover them with its sweet blanket of completeness.

Devorah felt his lips kiss the top

of her head, and she smiled. It had been years since she had taken a man to her

bed. Years since she had allowed another man to have this kind of absolute

control over her soul and her body. Not since you met him, a little

voice whispered in the back of her mind.

It was true. From that time, when he

and the other Guardians had come to rescue her people from her planet before

their sun went nova, and took everyone back to Synaria, her body seemed to

isolate itself. Her thoughts had remained on the intense man who'd made it a

personal issue to physically remove her from her hospital because she'd refused

to leave until she was certain every one of her patients had been taken to

safety. At that moment, when he held her tightly in his arms as he hurried to

return to the ship, she'd known there would never be another man allowed into

her life. And for years afterward, while she worked diligently to establish a

career for herself on his world, she had watched him from afar. Never daring to

hope to meet him again. Never daring to dream of even a chance encounter.

Until that eventful day StarLight

entered the hospital, and Devorah had had the singular luck to be on duty that

day.

Commander moved slightly to remove

his weight off her. She turned to cuddle against his chest although they both

continued to radiate heat. His hand lifted her chin to where he could kiss her.

"Why did we wait so long?"

he murmured. His breath stirred the fine hairs at her hairline. A couple of

strands drifted down and tickled her cheek. Before she could brush them back,

he tucked them behind her ear. "By the stars, that was nothing like I'd

dreamed it would be."

She smiled but managed to give him a

critical look. "Oh? Nothing whatsoever?"

His boyish grin melted her heart.

"No. It was better. In fact, there's no way I could have imagined how

fantastic it would be."

A wayward thought suddenly came to

her. Opening her eyes a little wider, she peered closer into his eyes.

"Paol, were you a virgin before we made love?"

"No, but it's been a long, long

time. I've forgotten when was the last time I'd had a woman." He scratched

the side of his jaw. "In fact, it's been years. Why'd you ask? Did I act

like I didn't quite know what I was doing?" He chuckled at the idea.

She answered him with a soft kiss.

Reluctantly pulling away, she threaded the fingers of one hand through his

thick hair. "What now, Paol? What happens to us now?"

Unexpectedly, he rolled onto his

belly and propped himself up on his elbows. Looking down at her, he gave her

another one of those heart-melting smiles. "No more separation. No more

working apart. I'm sticking with you from here on out. What do you say, Dev?

Care to be wrapped in silver ribbon? Of course..." He glanced around her

apartment. "I don't know how I'll feel about bunking behind the clinic."

She laughed and hugged him tightly.

He enclosed her within the circle of his strong arms and hurried to silence her

with his kisses. Kisses that inevitably led to more lovemaking, and continued

into the night until well past daybreak the next day.