He did, his fingers brushing her thighs, her skin warm and smooth, her breath hitching as she pressed herself closer, her body flush against his.
Their movements were fluid, a dance of skin and heat, each touch a proof to their love, a vow forged in the fire of their reconciliation.
The crimson sheets of Vera's massive bed glowed under the starlight, the wide viewport casting a silver sheen across their bodies, the pirate ship's hum a distant pulse beneath their racing hearts.
Pako slid lower, her black bob brushing Syn's stomach, her lips trailing fire as she kissed the base of his shaft, her tongue flicking against him, teasing with quick, playful darts.
Her expressive eyes glinted up at him, mischievous and hungry, as she took him into her mouth, her warmth enveloping him, her lips tight and slick.
Syn's head fell back against the crimson sheets, a deep groan rumbling from his chest, his hands tangling in her black hair, gentle but firm, guiding her rhythm.
