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Chapter 38 – Bonds, Brief and Mighty

By the time Madelyn stepped through her front door, it was one in the morning. She started to ditch her keys in the ceramic bowl on the nearby table, but the bowl was missing. She glanced around the foyer as though it might have been moved, then noticed that the table had shifted several inches further from the doorway. A thought crossed her mind and lingered there when Khan appeared in the entryway, partially obscured in the darkness. He was barefoot and wore only his tuxedo shirt and trousers, shirt partially unbuttoned at the top.

"I may have… knocked a few things over when I returned," he said softly. "I shall replace the bowl with something to your liking if you prefer."

An image of him popped into her head, seething with rage and crashing through the front door, purposefully throwing the table to the floor, destroying what sat on top, only to pause and realize what he had done. And then he had cleaned it up.

She walked up to him, fighting to contain her smile, her heels tapping through the silence on the hardwood floors. She still sensed his frustration, though far lessened from earlier. That didn't negate the fact of his virtual imprisonment no matter where he went.

She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair, tracing his jaw with her thumbs. There was a faint dusting of scruff that she'd never noticed before. "I'm sorry this is happening to you. I really am." Her eyes drifted down from his face as her thoughts wandered. She could tell him. She considered it silently, realizing that giving him false hope could perhaps be the worst thing imaginable, if McCoy was unable to follow through on his promise.

She dropped her hands away from his face. There was always the possibility that Starfleet would never agree to it. She had to remain realistic.

She had to remain resigned.

She slipped away from him before he could respond, flipping her keys through her fingers. It would be better to keep things between them the same for now. There was no point in giving either of them false hope. It would destroy them both.

Slipping into the bathroom, she pulled off her sandals with a groan and sank into the vanity chair next to the closet. She curled her toes back and forth to stretch out her feet, swearing never to wear those shoes again. Kneading her forehead, she rested there for a moment, mind drifting from vague ideas about Khan's freedom to virtually nothing. Dead mental space enveloped her like a warm blanket, wiping her thoughts free of stress and unknown hypotheticals, replacing them with exhaustion.

When she stood up again, her heels felt like they were sinking into the floor. She ambled across the room, clutching at her dress so it didn't drag, and heaved a heavy sigh as blood rushed back into her feet. Going to stand in front of the large mirror above the sink, she stared at herself for a moment. Despite her makeup, she looked tired, and worried. She reached up to take off her earrings just as Khan appeared in the doorway behind her.

He stepped into the room until the light above the sink illuminated his features, wrapping his arms around her waist in the process. "Your apology was completely unnecessary," he murmured. "Not once have you ever been responsible for my actions or feelings, nor shall you ever."

She continued taking off her earrings as he spoke, but his breath ghosting her cheek made her shiver.

"To be honest, my past experiences somewhat negate that claim, Khan."

She set her earrings down on the countertop as his arms loosened and his hands began to glide slowly up her sides.

"Your past experiences are a result of my poor judgment amidst a situation in which I had no control."

She smiled faintly. His right hand drifted around to her shoulder, fingers sliding fabric away, revealing skin. "I'd make that situation plural and you're on the right track," she replied, aware that her heart was beating faster.

"You forget my attempts for rectification," he murmured against her ear.

She laughed this time. "Worthy attempts. Stimulating, actually."

She bit her lip as he kissed the skin between her neck and her shoulder, his left hand grazing up her chest until it rested over her sternum, fingers of his right hand slipping beneath the fabric on the back of her dress to trace her shoulder blade.

"You and I know a thing or two about stimulating activity."

Her heart thundered. His voice had dropped to a deep, sensuous tone he rarely ever used. She exhaled much harder than she inhaled. The tips of his fingers brushed her throat before dipping down into the crevice between her collarbones. He kissed the corner of her jaw beneath her ear.

"You've been on birth control for twenty-four hours. An injection, it seems."

She glanced up into the mirror, pressing her fingers onto the countertop. He surrounded her, and her cheeks were pink. "How did you know?"

"The change in your pheromones practically drips from your pores," he purred, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling it to one side of her neck. "A lesser man than I would be baffled at the pull you'd exude on him."

"A lesser man than you wouldn't have this effect on me," she breathed as his lips followed her spine, until the fabric of her dress stopped him.

"So you admit that I am better."

"I never said you were better."

Somehow the top button holding the back of her dress around her shoulders came undone, along with her bra, and his lips descended down her spine.

"But you sure are good."

Khan hit the sweet spot between her shoulder blades and she inhaled sharply through her nose. His hands slid around her torso, gliding across fabric, pulling at it every so often. She pressed her fingers into the countertop until her knuckles hurt. Her dress kept him from the rest of her, and they both knew it.

She waited until his lips had covered every inch of her exposed back and neck before slipping one arm out of her sleeve and bra strap. His mouth trailed along her shoulder, pausing at the top of her arm then pressing warm, damp kisses back across her skin, until her spine tingled from his persistent pressure. She felt him pulling at the fabric of her other sleeve and quickly shrugged out of it, dropping her bra on the floor and holding her dress up to her chest with one hand.

He devoured her skin painfully slow. Her eyes fluttered as she leaned onto her hand on the countertop, and into the arm he had around her waist, his lips pressing with each kiss, his teeth nibbling and no doubt marking, until her back felt like it was on fire. His free hand had found its way to the hand she was leaning on and gently pried it from the granite surface, fingers interlacing until he held her tightly. His teeth on her neck drew sharp breaths every now and then, replacing each uncomfortable place with a soft, gentle kiss that she eagerly leaned into.

She lifted her chin up, exposing her neck to his caresses, her body trapped in his arm. He breathed into each kiss, constricting her hand in his. A tiny, unwanted reminder pricked the forefront of her mind and she pressed her teeth together. This wasn't going to last.

She craned her neck and sought out his lips, meeting him in an inhalation. He consumed her, vaporizing her will to hold back from him.

She tried to imagine what it would be like not to have him this close to her.

Letting go of her dress, Madelyn turned in his arm and pressed herself into him. The friction of his shirt against her nipples made her gasp into his mouth. His hands skated up her bare back as she drove him with her hands in his hair, breathing him into her, trying to forget that she could lose him in three days.

Three days.

She felt a sob clutch at the air in her throat and almost choked into his mouth. She tightened her grip around him, losing his lips as she pressed her face into his neck. She couldn't let him see her falling apart. She wanted him. She wanted all of him.

She pressed kisses up the sinews of his neck, nuzzling his ear as she sniffed and fought to keep from making too much noise. She wasn't turned on anymore. She was miserable.

"I can't—I can't do this. Khan, I can't do this," she whispered. She was literally shaking and he was holding her so tightly she knew she could have buckled her legs and he wouldn't have let her fall.

"Yes, you can," he murmured.

"No, we shouldn't have—oh god, the other night. We shouldn't have done that. We shouldn't have done anything."

"Maddy."

His voice lingered beside her, not in a patronizing, condescending sort of way, but in a way that calmed her and grounded her and made her realize all at once why she could do this. Why she could love him.

She peeled her wet face from his neck and forced herself to look at him. His blue eyes glimmered in the direct light behind her.

"You made me so many promises," she murmured, "and now you can't keep any of them."

"And I would take none of them back. I would not change a single thing, not when we are here, now."

Her brow tightened and her face contorted again. "But three days!" she whispered. She couldn't bring herself to say it louder than that. "It's not long enough."

"We will make it long enough."

She dug her teeth into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling, shaking her head, trying to wrap her mind around the idea. It didn't make any sense.

"Will you have me tonight?" he murmured.

"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" she exclaimed, sniffing, blinking through tears. "And tomorrow and tomorrow night, and the next day, and the next night. I want you. I love you. Oh my god, I love you and it's fucking killing me, Khan. You're killing me. In the best way possible." She was laughing through the utter pain of knowing she was probably going to lose him. McCoy wasn't going to follow through, and even if he did there was no way Starfleet would give them the go ahead. Not for Khan.

The contradiction made her chest hurt. She loved him, and she'd just said it out loud and she was still crying because that love was going to go to waste.

He kissed her forehead, and between her eyes, and under her eyes where her cheeks were soaked. "I love you too," he said between kisses. His voice was a deep and gentle hum in his chest. "I've loved you for quite some time now. I'm happy to hear the feeling is mutual."

She laughed again, despite the sob creeping up her throat.

Then she kissed him hard.

He met her lips fiercely, dragging his hands down her sides and pushing her dress away until she was almost naked against him. She mumbled into his mouth for him to take off his clothes, but his tongue didn't let her form the words so her hands did the talking instead. She reached down and yanked his shirttail out of his trousers, reaching for buttons that he ripped apart without a second thought, tossing the shirt behind him.

His bare chest distracted her from his mouth and she ran her hands down its smooth, unmarred surface, fingers lingering on his nipples before tracing the indentations of his abdominal muscles, then sliding around to his back. Oh god, she thought. His back.

She ran her hands up and down it, feeling his muscles contract and ripple faintly as he lifted her from the floor. He held her tightly against him as he crossed the bathroom and went back into the bedroom, her dress sliding the rest of the way down her legs. She kicked it away in time before he carefully pressed her into the bedspread, climbing over her, surrounding her with himself, and engulfing her mouth with his.

In just her black briefs, Madelyn stretched a leg out and hooked it around his hips. Almost instantly he sank on top of her, grinding against her through his trousers.

"Those have gotta go," she breathed between kisses. Khan grunted into her mouth in approval. She reached down before he could and grabbed him through his pants. He growled and pulled at her lips with his teeth, his hands tangling in her hair. She bit her lip at his size. She'd forgotten how… blessed he was. Better at everything, she mused.

He pressed against her again, hips rocking beneath her leg. She moaned under her breath at the friction his movement caused. "Take them off!" she exclaimed. Chuckling low in his chest, he quickly complied, kicking them away once he'd shoved them off his hips with her help. She gasped a little before laughing softly into his mouth.

This fucker's been commando all night!

She started to reach for her own panties, wriggling her hips to try and get them off. Khan's fingers disappeared from her hair and caught her arms, pulling them up and firmly pinning her to the bed, his fingers wrapping tightly around her biceps.

"No," he crooned. "Not so fast."

She snickered, until his arousal bumped against the inside of her thigh as he began to kiss a slow, soft trail down her neck and over her chest. Her breathing hitched when he swirled his tongue around her nipple before completely descending on it. She arched up towards him, straining in his hands as he sucked and then let it go with a pop. He kissed across her sternum and did the same with her other breast, slowly and deliberately applying pressure until she moaned, then he released her.

She fought his hold on her as he continued to lay kisses down her torso. His tongue dipped into her navel, teeth gently pressing into her skin occasionally, but without marking her. It was more than enough to make her heart go wild. He came back up and took her mouth, sucking the air from her lungs so she had to gasp when he let her go. His hands traveled down to her wrists, still holding tightly, while his mouth continued to descend.

She craned her gaze downwards as he took her briefs between his teeth and tore them away. Warmth pooled between her legs from the sight of the action, but sight didn't last her long. He devoured her in his mouth, exerting many times more pressure against her than he had the last time. She couldn't help but moan, arching into the air, pulling at his hold on her wrists. She felt his tongue flick her center and whimpered loudly, her inability to move become absolutely frustrating as he went to town on her.

"Khan," she breathed. "Let me go-oh fuck!"

Warmth swelled through her but he didn't stop, his face buried between her legs. She gasped for air, feeling it coming, a long, whimpering moan climbing up her throat as the temperature in the room seemed to spike. His hands loosened from around her arms and she pulled free, reaching out to interlock their fingers as her hips rocked against his mouth. And then he came up for air.

His mouth muffled her protest. The edge of her climax disappeared, leaving her shaking and angry. She let go of his hands and pushed at him, giving herself momentary space to sit up underneath him. He broke the kiss, giving her a careful look that quickly disappeared when she took his arousal tightly in her hand. He groaned, shutting his eyes for a brief moment that she relished. She massaged him vigorously from hilt to tip, squeezing her hand around him every now and then, getting the faintest of motions out of his hips. Then she let him go, biting on her lower lip with satisfaction as he opened his darkened eyes to glare at her.

"Now you know how I feel," she teased, her voice noticeably thicker than it had been earlier. Khan smirked and crashed his mouth into hers before she could say anything else. She hooked a leg around his hips again, leaning back against his supportive arm. When she felt his arousal between her legs again, she broke the kiss, suddenly feeling hesitant all over again.

Geezus, Maddy, after all this…

"I want you," he murmured against her, his hot breath soaking into her skin with his words. She fought to keep herself from panicking. Why was she on the verge of panic? She wanted this too. She wanted it so badly.

She wanted him. But not like this.

She inhaled fiercely, fighting to control herself as the tip of his arousal pressed against her. "Let me be on top," she said.

Khan drew his mouth away from her to gaze down at her, his eyes almost black from the width of his dilated pupils. It was that look again, but she wasn't disturbed this time.

"It's been a while since I've done this, you know," she added quickly. "I'd be more comfortable." She reached down to take him in her hand again, to remind him that she really did want this.

He pulled her with him as he lay down. She straddled his hips just above his cock, crouching down to kiss him, her curled hair falling over her shoulders. He didn't let her mouth go for a long moment, so she threaded her fingers through his hair. His hands slid around her hips.

"I love you," she said when he finally did let her lips go. She was more sure of herself than ever now. Looking down at him like this, she felt powerful. She licked her lips, watching as desire flooded his expression again. "Do you remember what we talked about the other night?"

"You'd like this time to be different," he replied. There was a careful, thoughtful note in his voice.

"Mmm."

She took his lack of response as an affirmation of her desires and nodded, letting go of his hair, sitting up slowly. She reached backwards for him, lifting her hips until she could carefully angle him inside her. He groaned beneath her, and she shut her eyes, exhaling a long, shaky breath as she took him in, feeling herself stretching around him. It was a faintly uncomfortable sensation, but she lowered herself until he filled her, a small moan escaping her mouth.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him. She could see the tension in his neck and jaw, signs that he was trying his best to hold back from just letting loose on her. His fingers pressed into her hips, threatening bruises. She bit her lower lip and carefully leaned down, pressing her lips to his taut tendons, brushing her teeth along them, nibbling softly. He growled deep in his chest.

"You're walking a very fine line."

She made an amused noise. "I probably won't be walking at all after tonight." She put her hands on his chest and straightened, arching her back as she adjusted her hips around him. She felt so full.

"Madelyn," he warned. She smirked. She was starting to love the way she could do this to him.

"Are you afraid you'll break me?" she breathed.

His eyebrow quirked and his hands tightened on her hips. "You might force me to unbidden," he replied, the faintest of smiles playing at his lips.

She ran her hands across his chest and over his shoulders, leaning down and rocking her hips slightly as she did, still getting used to having him inside her. It was enough to make him growl again.

"If I said it was ok now, would you fuck me?" she whispered in his ear.

"As highly as I value it, I'm beginning to wonder whether I really want your permission," he growled.

She couldn't help but smile at his sheer willpower. He remained stiff beneath her. She kept her lips to his ear. "Then go ahead."

She ran her tongue along her lips as she met his gaze, then almost lost her breath as he rocked his hips beneath her.

He was slow at first, careful, but on target. His hands slid up her back, his hips doing all the work while he stared up at her. She stared back, focusing on the warmth that was slowly building again. All of her reluctance, all of her misgivings, they vaporized.

He gradually sped up his motions, sliding in deeper, and she slid her hands into his hair. Moans slipped between her teeth uninhibited. He held her flush against him in his arms, keeping her from straightening or sitting up to ride him. She'd given him permission to take her and that was exactly what he was doing. It was the friction on her core, trapped against his moving body that was about to do her in.

Mere moments passed and her orgasm exploded through her. She pulled at his scalp, moaning out against his neck as it seized her and shredded her. Shivers traveled up through her as he continued to thrust, his motions not letting up on her core. She squealed, gritting her teeth at the overload of sensation. She could feel her abdominal muscles tightening and heat spreading through her again.

"Khan, slow down," she managed to say, just before the second wave crashed over her. She cried out against him as he slowed his motions just in time for her to catch her breath and ride it out. She clutched at him, still whimpering occasionally, shuddering through it with every muscle in her body.

"Shall we readjust?" he murmured into her ear. She nodded, unable to form words at the moment, breathing extraordinarily hard from the best and quickest orgasm she'd had since before she'd known she was sleeping with an Augment.

She sighed as he slid out of her, holding her tightly to him and turning them over. She gazed up at him, still trying to catch her breath. He was nowhere near close. She'd forgotten how good he was at this.

"On your stomach," he ordered, not allowing her to remain the dominant one for long. She complied, resting her head on a pillow for a moment of much needed respite that he wasn't going to let her have. He gently pulled her legs apart and lifted her hips, sliding inside her a moment later. She rocked back against him, clutching at her pillow until he leaned over her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up against him, his other hand pulling her face around so he could kiss her.

Crouched behind her, holding her up against him, he pounded into her with long, deep strokes. She reached back to hold onto him, the noises coming out of her throat turning primal. She loved the way his arms clenched around her, the way he wasn't even sweating. Her hair was beginning to cling to her damp face and she managed to pull some out of her eyes right before he laid her facedown in the sheets again. His body covering hers, he continued rapidly thrusting, wrapping his arms around her torso to keep from crushing the air out of her lungs. The friction from the sheets on her center made her moan. She clutched at a pillow, feeling the approaching heat of orgasm looming again. Khan's breaths fell on her neck and her back. She hissed when he nipped between her shoulder blades and bucked her hips to meet his thrusts, groaning at the way he slid inside her that time, hitting right where she needed him most. She reached back for him, taking a handful of his hair, tipping her chin back when he nipped there. She rasped. He'd bit down this time.

"I'm far from finished, darling," he breathed. The way he said it made her whimper and she tugged on his scalp. Her back arched against him so far that it was uncomfortable, but she was almost there.

"Harder." The words tumbled from her lips as his hand took her chin from behind, his mouth descending on her throat again. "K-Khan. I need you."

If it were possible for him to have thrust any harder, he just did. She moaned and squealed between her teeth as he hit the right spot. She arched back into him, shuddering and grappling at him for support as she plunged over the edge.

Khan held her firmly, still inside her, slowing his thrusts as she gasped and groaned through the last bits of her climax that trickled over her. She relied solely on him to keep her from collapsing into the sheets. He held her up against him until she'd marginally caught her breath, dragging his mouth across her jaw and down her neck, thrusting every now and then and making her shiver and moan.

"I love you," she breathed. She'd never said that to him before in a situation like this one. It was liberating. She whimpered again as he slid out of her, still aroused, and turned her to lay her gently down into the sheets beneath him. She pulled him down to her mouth without a thought, wrapping her arms and legs around him to keep him close. She wanted him beside her, around her, in her, anywhere close to her that he could be.

Khan slid inside her, her hips rocking to meet him as he filled her to the hilt. That angle made her feel the most and she moaned in her throat as his hips gyrated, thrusting back into her and grazing the place she needed him to hit. He tangled his fingers in her hair and clutched it, holding her in place beneath him. She gazed up at him under heavy lids, chest heaving, muscles quivering with each slow thrust that he served her. His hair hung over his eyes in the only way that it could and she grabbed it, pulling it out of his face and holding onto him as he carefully sped up. She couldn't control the sounds she made anymore. He'd already completely destroyed her in the most incredible way and he wasn't even finished. She pressed the balls of her feet into his hips, feeling as they swiveled back and forth into her. Holding his gaze, she realized he was pushing himself towards the edge. Maybe he hoped they'd come together. Maybe he realized how exhausted she already was before they'd even started. Maybe she'd encourage him on with a little talk that in her mind was already coaxing her towards the edge again.

"Fuck me," she murmured with a dry mouth, partially from sheer desire, partially from complete disbelief that she and him were in this place together. Complete. She rocked her hips in time with him, rocketing herself further into oblivion as she clutched at him. His thrusts were joined by slapping as he worked himself into her eagerly, tightening his grip on her hair. "Fuck me hard," she repeated.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his pace doubling in speed. She gasped at what he was doing to her, her eyes falling shut. She never wanted this to end. The warmth growing around them made her change her mind. It would end spectacularly and that end was slowly crawling from her hips through her legs and up into her chest and face.

Khan's breathing above her face turned to quiet, guttural noises. She managed to open her eyes and look at him again through the pleasurably hot fog clouding her sense of reality. He was grimacing, gritting his teeth even. Oh god, he was really going to make himself come with her, even though he could have gone for at least another hour.

Then his pounding turned into rapid stabs. He drove into her, growling in the back of his throat and bumping her in exactly the place she needed to finally let go. She grappled for him, pulling at his hair, digging her nails into his back, unable to withhold the shriek that raced out of her as she arched. She clenched around him, moaning, shuddering as everything rushed over her in one gigantic explosion, and that was when he finally released.

He let out a loud groan and pulled her tightly against him, his thrusting slowing to firm, hard jabs as he shot himself inside her. She held onto him, clenching around him again involuntarily, and he moaned. Her hips rocked, her muscles still shaking as he slid out of her, finally sated.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she breathed, not letting his hair go, holding her down to him. He stayed there on top of her, almost crushing her were it not for the leg he shifted outside of her legs.

"No, Maddy, I love you."
She could hardly breathe right. She was gasping. She couldn't open her eyes. She pressed her lips to his shoulder. He was sweaty. She smiled faintly. "I love you more," she whispered.

"I do hope you're wrong," he murmured, a guttural sound in his throat as he caught his breath. "It is I who love you far more."

"Oh, shut up," she breathed, laughing faintly. "God, that was increib…" She could hardly make the words fall out of her mouth correctly. He shifted against her, brushing her in just the right way and she shivered, abdominal muscles contracting. He tightened his arms around her. Whatever it was he murmured in response as she drifted into a satisfied, dreamless sleep beneath him, she didn't recall it until later.

Madelyn didn't wake up until pale light filtered through her bedroom window, and then she only turned over and groaned, muffled beneath the bedspread she'd pulled up around herself at some point during the night. Khan turned onto his side so he could look at her, slipping his hand beneath the bedspread and pushing it gently away until groaned. She never opened her eyes even when he kissed her nose and then her lips. She made a quiet noise, somewhere between a contended sigh and a displeased harrumph.

"I don't have to work today," she mumbled, still not opening her eyes.

"I know," he said. He had her entirely within his arm now but he wasn't satisfied. He pulled the bedspread back further until he could weasel his way in beside her, then pulled it loosely up around them both before she complained again. She straightened her legs out from her chest and draped an arm over her pillow, letting out a long sigh as she sank back into it. Khan stared at her.

He hadn't felt so complete in quite a while.

Unable to resist, he slid his hand up her back, between her shoulder blades and over her shoulder, until his fingers wrapped gently around her neck. He could feel her pulse beating softly beneath his hand, jumping faintly when she finally opened her eyes.

Droopy eyelids smeared with last night's makeup partially concealed her green irises as she stared back at him. A faint smile curled across her lips. "Last night was nice," she murmured.

"Yes, it was," he replied. He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. She smelled faintly of sweat and cum.

"We should do that again sometime."

He reached down and began to slide his hand up the inside of her thigh. "Yes," he purred, his fingers brushing against her center. "We should."

"I just woke up," she groaned, reaching for his hand. He let her pull it away, then settled it on top of her hips. She sighed deeply, the inhalation turning into a broad yawn that she smothered with a pillow before stretching herself out beneath the sheets. She winced faintly, then exhaled long and hard against his chest, reaching over to run her hand across it before draping her arm over him.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked casually. It'd been over five months since they'd last had each other, and he'd been too wrapped up in her to be extra attentive to her comfort as a result.

His guilt was dissuaded when she shrugged, smiling. "I'll be fine. I shouldn't have expected to be comfortable after all of that." Her fingers scaled up his back with feather light affection as she rubbed her eyes, blinking sleep from them. She glanced down at her fingertips, smudged with gray. "I should wash this stuff off."

He caught her before she could roll out of bed, pulling her against him so that her back was pressed to his chest. "That can wait," he murmured, pushing her hair off her neck so he could kiss her there.

"Khan, I—"

"I love you," he whispered between kisses. His hand traveled down her stomach until he could slip it between her thighs and she instantly responded, arching backwards, her soft flesh pressing against his growing arousal. "I love you," he repeated, kissing her again, and groaning. His fingers found what they were looking for and drew gentle circles around it.

"Damn you," she hissed. She reached back for him, fingers landing on his waist as he teased her with gentle strokes. He carefully quickened his motions, sliding his fingers up into her hair and gently pulling her face back until he could see it. She licked her lips as she met his gaze, breathing hard through her open mouth. His fingers paused, then slid down further, gliding through her wetness. Her lips emitted a faint moan and he repeated the action, deliberately pressing his fingers against her core.

"Oh shit," she whispered. Her hips rocking back against him made him inhale sharply. He ached to be inside her again, but not quite yet.

He dipped the tips of his fingers inside her, pressing against her walls until she moaned, his thumb circling her core with force.

"Fuck, Khan," she breathed. "Oh my god."

He paid careful attention to her breathing, waiting until her inhalations were deep and desperate before slowing his attentions. She whimpered for him, rocking her hips back into him again out of sheer want. His hand damp with her sex, he took hold of her waist and lifted her slightly off the bed, angling himself carefully inside her from behind. She let out a long, low moan as he slowly breached her, then she lifted her leg up and wedged her foot beneath his calf, eagerly taking him in all the way to the hilt.

Khan growled into her neck at the way she engulfed him in her slick warmth and firmly gyrated his hips against her, returning his hand to her center. She moaned between her teeth, digging her fingernails into his side as he slid most of the way out and then firmly back into place, burying himself completely inside her, his fingers drawing carefully calculated circles against her core. She moaned again, this time louder. Any other man would have felt pain from the way her nails dug into him. He smiled at the thought that he was not that man.

His fingers quickened with his thrusts. She was growing hot against him, a red cloud creeping up her back with the frequency and volume of the noises escaping her throat. Occasionally, his name slipped out between incoherent moans, lending motivation to the fingers he had vigorously taking her sex.

When she came, her nails finally managed to sting a bit. He groaned as she clenched around him, and held off his motions, letting her ride through her moans and shudders until she relaxed against him. When her leg slipped away from him, he remained inside her, fully aroused and patient, and kissed along the side of her neck and over her shoulder, reaching over to take her small breast in his hand. He was reminded of her fragility beside his strength when she reached up for the hand he still had in her scalp.

"You're gonna pull out my hair," she breathed. Despite this, she laughed softly and craned her neck to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her beautiful green eyes now fully open.

He loosened his hold on her hair and bent his head, taking her lips in his, lingering on the scent of cum and sweat that clung to her skin. When he released her, she still smiled up at him. "Nothing like a good orgasm to start the day."

"Indeed," he murmured. Her eyes darted downwards and she took her lower lip between her teeth.

"You're still inside me."

"I am."

Her mouth quirked. He noticed her intentional attempt at providing him with friction by clenching down on him. He noticed it the second time as well and could hold back no longer.

Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he pulled her up against him so they both faced the ceiling. She giggled, her amusement quickly melting into muffled moans as he rocked his hips beneath her, the swiftness of his momentum progressing into an angle precise enough to send her tumbling over the edge within moments.

He continued thrusting, swift and certain, pushing himself towards a new level of arousal until she shuddered and strained in his arms, her abdominal muscles trembling under his touch. When a shriek escaped her lips, he slowed, allowing her to calm down again. She gasped for air, holding onto his arms with nails digging into his skin.

"Fuck, I forgot how you could do this!" she croaked.

"As always, Maddy, please inform me if you need me to stop."

"Nope," she chuckled, staring up at the ceiling, her chest heaving beneath his arms. "You just keep doing your thing."

He might have chuckled at her choice of words had he not been buried deep inside her. He groaned low in his throat, thrusting up into her a few more times before loosening his hold. He sat up with his hands on her waist until she was in his lap, still tightening around him occasionally. Keeping himself inside her, he gently guided her to her hands and knees, until he kneeled over her with his hands around her hips. She stretched out onto the wrinkled sheets, flinging her hair around until she could see him. Moments later, her fingers balled those sheets into her fists as she moaned into the mattress, while every pounding thrust brought him closer and closer.

Eventually there was only so much restraint he could continue to practice. Thankfully, she was experienced enough with him to know what would happen next.

He crouched over her concave back, thrusting vigorously into her while his teeth took his favorite spot between her shoulder blades. Her tangled hair flew back into his face as she let loose again, ever the vocal participant. He ran his hands up her back from her hips, and then over her shoulders, around to her breasts, down her stomach. He brushed her center, feeling her buck against him with carnal need as he pushed himself over the final hill towards his climax. He registered the noises coming out of his own throat, guttural cries, until his entire being was swept over with a flaming torrent as he came inside her.

Pulsing waves of unbearable sensation shook him. He thrust hard several more times until he collapsed on top of her, barely catching himself with his elbow so she wasn't crushed. He wrapped his other arm around her, drawing her up against him as before, his senses flowing back to him, his need sated for now. She caught her breath beside him, grinning faintly as she pushed her hair from her face that was covered in a sheen of sweat. He basked in the aftermath of his frenzy, holding her tightly, letting her kiss him everywhere. When her kisses ceased, he opened his eyes.

"So, breakfast?" she said gleefully.

"What was that just now?" he murmured.

She smiled. "I believe someone in this room makes a mean omelet, and it's not me."

He found himself smiling in return, his body unusually free of tension. "I have something far better in my mind."

Her brow crinkled enough to reassure him that she hadn't noticed it when she'd come home last night.

"It's in the kitchen, when we can both be bothered to get out of this bed," he said.

"Ah. Oh, I have a ques—"

He muffled whatever she was going to say by kissing her gently, allowing his lips to linger over hers while he memorized the taste of her and the smell of her. She stretched out beside him, breasts brushing his chest, and draped her arms around his shoulders, breathing him in, sighing into his mouth when she hesitantly pulled her lips away.

"I was going to say that have a question I've been meaning to ask you," she said.

"Mmm," was all he could think to reply as he gazed at her. There were brown flecks in her green irises he'd never noticed before.

"How on earth did you manage to pay for that suit?"

He nuzzled his nose against hers. Her skin was sticky with oil and sweat. "I borrowed your credit card."

She laughed softly, almost as if she'd expected to hear that. It was the unfortunate truth. He had no money of his own.

"I want to know what's in the kitchen," she murmured.

"Then you ought to let go of me before I get distracted again," he replied.

She did, though hesitantly. She rolled out of bed, slender subtle curves leaving the sheets behind as she sat up. He followed her, watching her as she pulled her hair on top of her head into a messy bun, then shimmied into a fresh pair of panties and pulled an old t-shirt over her head, her expression the picture of excited expectation when she glanced at him. The sleeves of her shirt were cut off, leaving her chest partially exposed if she leaned forward too much. He enjoyed the sight immensely. When she was somewhat clothed, she propped her hands on her hips and eyed him.

"You're going to walk around my house naked?"

"Does it not please you?"

She worried on her lower lip, but her eyes were glittering. "I have neighbors," she said, sounding faintly regretful.

Khan hesitantly picked his suit trousers off the floor and slipped into them, leaving them undone at the top for comfort. Still chewing on her lip, Madelyn's eyes ran up and down his body, her mouth curling into a coy smile. She turned and sauntered out of the room before he could grab her and turn that smile swollen. Her hips swayed slightly off-kilter and her footsteps sounded different. He smirked, behind her where she couldn't see, knowing he was the source of her body's momentary discomfort, discomfort far outweighed by the pleasure they'd given to each other.

He slid his hands around her waist when she paused in the middle of the kitchen. "Did you borrow my credit card for this too?" she asked.

"Possibly," he replied against her ear.

She stared at the shiny new food synthesizer on the countertop, her shoulders shaking as she faintly laughed.

"Apparently, it's the latest design," he continued. "Voice-activated, organic compounds, minimal heavy metals. I had the espresso package added as well, which I assume you will appreciate."

She slipped out of his grasp and went to fawn over the device, running her hands over it as though it were a living creature. It was slightly amusing to watch. "You said espresso package? Those weren't supposed to be released until autumn."

"I'm a convincing customer."

She grinned at him and directed her attention back to the machine, triggering the production mechanism with a single press. "I want a small extra hot latte with soy."

In moments, a half-pint mug materialized within the device, steam rising out of a cap of white foam. Madelyn barely restrained a squeal. She gingerly picked up the mug and sipped, her eyes widening. She relished another sip, then set the mug down on the counter and ambled back over to him, draping her arms around his neck as she always seemed to love to do lately. "Thank you," she said. "This really means a lot to me."

"It will save you time which you can spend furthering your career," he replied. "And prevent you from eating anything else you've burned."

She laughed softly, something else he was beginning to wonder whether he would ever get enough of. The sound of her breaths unevenly rising out of her chest made something tighten inside him.

"You know, we have two days left," she said quietly. "I want to spend them doing something completely extraordinary."

"Being with me isn't extraordinary enough for you?"

"Please. I'm being serious."

He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment as she waited for a response. "I want to take you somewhere."

Her eyebrows loosened. "What do you have in mind?"

He felt his entire being begin to vibrate and had to forcibly restrain his own excitement at the idea he'd conjured up. Why had this not occurred to him more recently? "My place of birth. My home, once." He smiled at the thought that he would be able to share this with her, even for such a small amount of time. "India."

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