🌶some spice ahead.  If you don't like the heat, skip this

"What do they mean?" She asked. Her fingers brushed his smooth skin over the inked section that was so often covered by the sleeves of his uniform. 

She drank in the sight of him wanting more.  His hair was a mess, and he looked so different in this light.  She was trailing on dangerous waters. She knew she should stop, but she didn't.  Her hand wrapped around the back his neck bringing his face inches from hers. 

"Family and rank in the Regant." He said explaining the tattoos that encircled his arm. His voice was low and gravelly. 

He licked at his bottom lip, and her eyes followed the movement.

Heat spread through her, and he took in a deep breath at the scent of her.

"Careful." He whispered. 

But it was too late.  She found herself wanting to kiss him.  She stood on her tiptoes and leaned into him.  Body thrumming with need for this male. 

Her mouth pressed with moist heat into his.  A groan of satisfaction rumbled in his chest, and he lifted her bringing her legs around his waist in one simple moment. 

Her hands went into his silver hair, and she was surprised at the softness that she'd not expected to find.  She found herself pulling at his wild hair and pressing herself into him. She couldn't get close enough.  Her breast pebbled beneath her chamise as she rubbed against him. 

He deepened the kiss and searched her mouth with his tongue.  He sucked at her lower lip, and he moved towards the bed.

In an instant she was flat on her back in the piles of sheets, and he hovered above her.  His strong arms anchored on either side of her. 

His eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that made the amber burst to flames. 

He could see what she needed as her stare begged  him for more. 

She took a breath trying to steady herself.  To regain control.  But that control snapped when his mouth curved into a devious smirk moments before his mouth found her chest, and he trailed hot kisses down her bare chest. 

A low sound came from her mouth, and her back arched pressing herself further against him. 

"I want you to be mine." He said between kisses. 

"Umm," she hummed in response unable to think beyond the physical response her body held for him. 

She'd been too young to have experienced anything physical before the invasion, and since then she'd been on the own until now. 

She pulled at his shirt wanting to explore more of him.

His muscles were tight and worked at the skin seeming almost painfully perfect. 

Fingers brushed up his sides causing him to bristle as he returned his attention to her neck and chest.  His skin was hot as he was pressed down atop her. 

She wanted more, but didn't know what to ask for.  Didn't know how far she should take it. 

Alarms flared at the back of her mind saying she should slow down, but her body hated the idea. 

His body ground against her, and she squeezed her legs around his waist. 

It would be so easy to take it further, but he seemed to be waiting for her to make a move. 

Her lack of experience wouldn't allow her to cross that line that held her in place. 

His eyes searched hers with anticipation.

"I want..." she paused as he waited. 

"More."  Her words were shaky as they brushed past her lips. 

Slowly, his hand reached at the laces of her chamise, untying the bow at her heart.

He pulled until the fabric fell away from her body.

His eyes surveyed her  hungrily.

"All the stars in the sky," he swore. 

His mouth hovered over her skin teasing her as he brushed down her middle.  Finally, his mouth met her skin as he licked just below her belly button. 

A sound of need burst from her mouth as the foreign feeling coiled deep in the pit of her belly. 

"Commander," she begged, not really knowing what it was she needed. 

His eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief as they met hers. 

Her hands fisted into his hair, and she pushed him back down.  

A puff of laughter grazed her sensitive area, and she cried out. 

Soon a wicked tongue teased her, and she slapped her hand over her mouth to quiet her sounds.

He made deliberate work of her pleasure, giving her what she'd never know that she needed.

It was too much...a beautiful pain that tore into her until finally she unraveled into a mess sinking further into the mass of sheets beneath them.