CHAPTER 735: WHEN THE HEART BEATS DIFFERENTLY (4)

As the team secured the gallery, Thalatha’s eyes caught Mikhailis’s, a spark of mischief in his gaze. He’s thinking it too. She made a deliberate misstep, brushing against him as she adjusted a strap, her shoulder pressing into his chest. Oops, my mistake. The contact was electric, her skin tingling as his hand grazed her arm, steadying her. He knows I did that on purpose. Their eyes locked, and without a word, their lips met, a hungry kiss that reignited the fire between them. "Slrp! Slrp!" The sounds were immediate, wet and urgent, as their tongues curled, sucking hard, tasting the familiar salt and warmth. Gods, I’m addicted, I can’t stop.

The kiss deepened, and Mikhailis’s hands slid to her hips, pulling her close, her body pressed against his. He’s not stopping either. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, her core tightening as she felt his huge thing press against her thigh, nudging her entrance through the torn fabric. I want him again, now. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he backed her against a resin-rib, the cool surface a stark contrast to his heat. This is crazy, but I need it. His hands roamed, gripping her buttocks, kneading them, then sliding to her breasts, molding them with a hunger that made her moan, "MMH!" into his mouth. He’s everywhere, claiming me.

Her hands moved, guiding his huge thing to her entrance, deliberate and unashamed. I’m doing this, I want this. With a powerful thrust, he entered her, the sensation searing, filling her completely. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" Her cry was muffled by the kiss, her eyes rolling back as he poked her sweet places, her folds spreading wide. He’s so deep, it’s perfect. The "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" of their bodies echoed in the gallery, joined by the wet "QUELCH! QUELCH!" as he thrust deeper, each movement a fire that consumed her. I’m losing myself again, and I love it. Their kiss didn’t stop, tongues coiling, sucking fiercely, the "Slrp! MMH!" sounds a chorus of their need. His tongue, his thrusts, it’s too much, too good.

The rhythm intensified, his hands guiding her hips, her body trembling as another climax hit, her cry muffled by his lips. I’m coming again, gods! His seed flooded her, hot and overflowing, her belly swelling slightly with the warmth. So much, it’s everywhere. Droplets spilled to the resin floor, marking their passion. They didn’t stop, shifting to a new position, Thalatha on her knees, him behind her, entering her with a force that made her gasp, "MMMHH!!!" He’s deeper, how is he deeper? The pleasure was blinding, her body shaking as they moved together, the "SLAP! QUELCH!" sounds relentless. I’m addicted, and I don’t care.

An hour later, they advanced to another room, a bone-vaulted chamber with mirror vanes dulled by time. The necro-ants secured it swiftly, their coordination flawless, but Thalatha’s focus wavered as she caught Mikhailis’s gaze again. I can’t help it. She leaned too close while checking a rune, her hand brushing his, and the spark was immediate. My mistake, again. Their lips crashed together, the kiss hungry, "Slrp! Slrp!" sounds filling the chamber as their tongues tangled, sucking hard. I’m starting this, and I want it. He lifted her onto a low bone ledge, her legs straddling him as he entered her, the "MMMHHHH!!!!!" cry muffled by their kiss. He’s filling me again, gods, it’s perfect. The "SLAP! QUELCH!" rhythm echoed, her body trembling as he thrust deeper, her core pulsing with each movement. I’m his, and he’s mine. Another climax hit, followed by his release, her belly swelling further, droplets scattering across the stone. Our love, everywhere.

By night, the team had carved out a fragile sanctuary in a small alcove, its bone-crafted walls curving like ribs around a beating heart, the air thick with the scent of ironvine dust and glowcap embers. The necro-ants stood as silent sentries, their mandibles clicking softly in the dark, guided by Elowen’s pheromone commands, a quiet symphony of loyalty. Rodion’s console dimmed to a faint pulse, its eye-lights lowered in deference, a mechanical guardian granting them privacy. Thalatha’s body ached, muscles sore from the day’s battles and their relentless passion, but the fire in her chest burned brighter, a flame that refused to flicker out. I can’t stop wanting him. It’s like he’s rewritten my blood. Her thighs still trembled, slick with their love, her core pulsing with the memory of his touch. He’s in me, even now, and I crave more.

She straddled Mikhailis, her knees pressing into the cool stone as she settled atop him, their bodies aligning with an ease that felt both instinctual and sacred. He’s right here, mine.

Their eyes locked, his gaze a mix of hunger and tenderness, a mirror to the storm in her own heart. He sees me, all of me. Without a word, their lips met, a kiss that was both tender and fierce, a collision of need and trust. "Slrp! Slrp!" The sounds echoed in the alcove, wet and urgent, as their tongues curled together, sucking with a desperation that felt eternal. This is ours, this moment, this truth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to taste him deeper, the salt and warmth of him flooding her senses. Gods, his tongue, it’s like he’s unraveling me, piece by piece.

The kiss deepened, a slow burn that ignited every nerve in her body. I’m addicted, and I don’t care who knows. Her tongue curled around his, sucking hard, drawing a low hum from Mikhailis that vibrated against her lips, sending sparks through her core. He wants this as much as I do. Her hands slid to his shoulders, nails digging into muscle, anchoring her as the kiss grew hungrier, their breaths mingling in the slot’s stingy air. I could stay here forever, lost in him. His hands gripped her hips, firm but gentle, guiding her closer until her chest pressed against his, her breasts soft against his worn shirt, the fabric a faint barrier between their heat. He’s so close, so real.

The fire between them flared, and Thalatha felt his huge thing stir beneath her, pressing against her entrance through the torn remnants of her undergarment. It’s there again, so big, so ready. Her core tightened, a pulse of need that made her breath hitch. I want him inside me, now. Without breaking the kiss, she shifted, deliberate and unashamed, guiding him to her entrance with a slow roll of her hips. I’m choosing this, I’m choosing him. Mikhailis’s hands tightened, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust upward, entering her with a searing intensity that tore a cry from her throat. "MMMHHHH!!!!!" The sound was wild, muffled by their kiss, as he filled her completely, poking her sweet places with a precision that made her eyes roll back. He’s so deep, it’s too much, too perfect.

The rhythm began, slow at first, a deliberate dance of bodies that echoed their kiss. "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" The sound of her thighs against his hips rang out, a steady cadence that filled the alcove, joined by the wet "QUELCH! QUELCH!" as he moved inside her, her folds spreading wide, slick with their shared passion. He’s hitting every spot, like he knows me inside out. Her thoughts were a haze, lost in the sensation, the overwhelming fullness that made her feel whole. I’m breaking, and I love it. Their kiss didn’t falter, tongues coiling tightly, sucking fiercely, the "Slrp! MMH!" sounds a chorus of their need. His tongue, his thrusts, it’s like he’s claiming every piece of me.

Mikhailis’s hands roamed, bold and possessive, sliding from her hips to her buttocks, gripping them tightly, molding them with a pressure that drew a moan from her lips. "MMH! MORE!" she gasped into his mouth, her voice raw with need, her body trembling as he complied, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading them, fingers brushing her nipples, sending sparks through her. He’s everywhere, shaping me, and I’m letting him. Her hips rolled faster, meeting his thrusts, amplifying the pleasure, her core tightening with a heat that threatened to unravel her. I’m addicted, truly, and I don’t want to stop.