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~*~A Warrior's Bride~*~

~*~Part 3~*~

And the blood's lava, and the pulse ablaze,

Each kiss a heart-quake-for a kiss's strength,

I think it must be reckon'd by its length.

Lord Byron

~*~Khan~*~

How could he not draw her into his arms? How could he not kiss her?

Khan had wanted this moment for what seemed to be forever. He felt an exquisite sense of certainty that she belonged to him…belonged forever in his arms…

However he was not going to claim his wife's body like some savage animal. No. He was a proud warrior. He could control himself when it was necessary, and this was indeed necessary. She was necessary.

One of the reasons he allowed her such a close intimate study of him…to touch him…as was her right as his woman…as his wife…was so she knew within her heart that she could be safe with him. That she could trust him.

Khan now understood that she had once been through something horrible and now she was bravely overcoming her fear…and she was going to overcome it with him! Her husband as was her right and he respected that.

So Khan had stood motionless. Silent and allowed her to feel…even taste if she wished.

He would allow her to believe she was in complete control of this situation…For Molly seemed to need that and as her husband he would provide her a safe shelter.

He wished he could find the man who had hurt her. The horrid bag of waste deserved death at his hands for hurting his Molly, but instead of death he would focus on giving her pleasure…On trying to replace horror with something beautiful and right.

And Khan would show her just how right they would be…That was a promise.

He would never force her. No, he would love her. Khan may not be a gentle man, he was not kind in fact he could be hard and cruel…but he would try not to be that way with her.

Molly was now his, would be his. He would protect her. Treasure her. Love her…As was his honor, his duty as her husband. All the while he would happily destroy whosoever attempted to touch her, hurt her or try to steal her away from him. For she was his. Always. His Molly…His beloved wife…

So, he waited as patiently as a hunter would wait for his dinner to come to him. He knew he could be a predator, savage and quick when need be…But Molly…He would wait calmly. Let her tell him what she needed. He would read her lovely eyes carefully. Allow himself to feel her hesitant, gentle caresses.

Molly walked around him, slowly…Touching him…Making him ache with desire, yet he held himself still. Wanting her to get used to him…used to his body until she felt comfortable. Wanting her to see even filled with tight hungry passion he could and would control himself…For her. He longed to reach out and touch her, but he wouldn't. This was about her needs, not his.

Oh, the way she leaned so carefully towards him…Looking so damn beautiful. The way the tip of her sweet looking pink tongue moistened her lips in such a small, delicate gesture. A gesture that made him harder and his body ache even more.

This was a torment, a sweet pure hell…not to touch her when everything within him longed to do so. He wanted to gather her up in his arms and love her…keep her safe…wrap those short legs around him…He would show her who her husband was…Her own personal warrior.

And then…

She asked what Khan had been hoping to hear. Those wonderful words!

"Will you please kiss me?"

Molly was so polite…so very sweet…She didn't order. She didn't demand. No, she asked respectfully.

Of course, this would indeed be the woman who he would accept as his wife, as his woman.

Brave even in her fear. Strong. Respectful. Loyal.

Yes, she was a good match for him. The sort of partner he needed in this crazy universe.

Khan knew he was stronger and he would now forever use his strength to protect her. Keep her safe. Keep her well-loved…

Damn his body was hard…hurting…aching…How wonderful it truly was! His Molly reminded him what it felt like to be alive!

Molly pressed herself even closer. A soft lovely moan. She was surrendering to him and their desire for one another.

How right…How good this was.

Amusement crept through him with an unyielding tenderness towards her…

Oh, yes, he would make this, their lovemaking so damn good for her.

"Wow…" Molly breathed as his lips slid off of hers…to slowly run hot kisses along her jaw and then to her throat. She leaned her head, allowing him to do as he wished. Another long beautiful moan this time with his name mixed in. That was truly wonderful music to his ears and he made damn sure she could feel his hard erection. Wanting her to feel it. To know he would claim her. Make her his…One of his hands cradled her ass…Hmm, what a delightful ass it was, too!

He pulled back slightly to breathe in her ear huskily.

"You should take your clothes off. I can easily rip them to shreds but then I'd have to kill any crew members that glimpsed at your naked body, for it is mine and mine alone…"

Molly gasped in understanding and swallowed hard.

He had no wish to allow her out of his arms but he reluctantly allowed her to. Like a hawk, he watched as she walked over to the small cot that he had been forced to use as of late.

Khan did not think himself a soft or tender man but something warm…kind…loving seemed to fill him as she nervously removed her uniform. Molly slowly, carefully with slightly trembling fingers folded her uniform and set it aside…He couldn't help but think he would have simply ripped it and tossed it upon the floor…How lovely that would have been…but it wouldn't have been right. They weren't free yet, once they were off the Enterprise…

Molly glanced at Khan while she stood there in her simple bra and panties. Matching cotton with a little lace…with tiny blue flowers. Khan nearly smiled…

With her eyes now on him, he purposely removed his shirt to toss it carelessly upon the floor. His hand went to the button of his trousers. He watched Molly take in sudden deep breaths. Luckily he didn't see fear in her eyes. No. He saw desire. Molly, his Molly, wanted him. Needed him.

Yes, she was nervous, he could tell but her desire for him overcame everything. Her worry. Her fears. As it should be when she was with him. Only him, of course…He was her husband after all.

"Khan…" Molly said his name softly, full of yearning.

He instantly came over to her…Not bothering to even remove his hard cock yet…

"Do you wish for me to stop?" He asked, knowing that it would be hard but he would do what she wanted, what she needed. He knew he could always claim her body later. When they had escaped this place and they were safe with his people. He would be slow. Show her kindness. Allow her time, all the while letting her know it would be safe and wonderful when the time came.

Molly shook her head. "No…No, I-I want to do this Khan. I want you…I want this…I really do."

"Then have me, Molly, take what you want…what you need…what you desire most…"

"Help me do that Khan…Please…Help me do that."

Within seconds after Molly asked for his help she was back in his arms. His hands on her body removing the rest of her garments.

"I will do my best never to harm you, my dear little one," he promised softly against her skin, hungrily touching her skin, feeling so damn raw with need.

Her bones felt so damn fragile and small even as her skill felt like hot smooth silk under his fingers.

How his body wanted her. Needed her. Never before had he been so consumed with desire, with such hunger. He moved Molly with him to the cot and carefully laid her down. His hands instantly cupped her breasts and he began to suck those lovely tight pointed nipples into his mouth.

Molly moved beneath him, her legs opening slightly and he instantly moved one of his hands down to stroke her leg to find it settled between her thighs. He couldn't help but to delightfully play. Determined to bring her pleasure as he sucked one of her nipples…

And he was going to do just that…

Bring his wife pleasure…

Nothing would stop him from achieving that!

~*~End of part 3~*~

Yes, I know I'm a tease! Give me some time to play with part 4 which is full of lovely, fun smut and I'll send it out for you to hopefully enjoy. Thank you for your lovely reviews and kind words of encouragement. You are lovely souls, you really are.

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Moonunit