That was interesting, she thought as tingling warmth began to spread throughout her body and settle in the lower part of her stomach. But he wasn't finished. Softly rubbing the berry down her neck, he replaced the berry with his lips and tongue as he slowly pushed her to her back.
Closing her eyes, she giggled slightly as he nibbled on the sensitive spot behind her ear. She hadn't even been aware that he'd opened her shirt until she felt him tug her bra down and rub her breast and nipple with the berry. Biting her lip, she softy moaned as he did the same thing there that he had on her neck.
“I think I like these strawberries,” he whispered as he kissed a path back to her mouth. “We should get these more often.”
I agree, Mikayla thought to herself as his mouth captured hers in a passionate kiss.
Running her hands down his chest, she grabbed the waistband of his pants and tried to undo them. Pushing her hands away, he whispered with a mischievous smile, “Oh no you don't. I'm not through with you yet.” Leaning down, he kissed her again, even more passionately than before.
Grabbing the waistband of her pants, he gave a hard tug, pulling them from her body. The cold air of the room hit her fevered skin, and she shivered. With half-lidded eyes, she watched him crush the remainder of the strawberry in his fingers, then move to her aching pussy. The cold mush hit her hot core, and she gasped from the completely opposite sensations. His fingers played and delved, spreading the strawberry around and inside her.
When his mouth plunged between her legs to feast, she bucked her hips, moaning her pleasure. His tongue delved and licked, teasing her mercilessly.
“Sid,” she moaned, her head shaking from side to side, her fingers gripping the pillow behind her.
“You taste so good, baby.”
His mouth continued to leisurely sip at her body. Her muscles quivered, trembling with the force of her oncoming orgasm. When the tip of his tongue flicked across her clit, she gulped in air.
“Again?” he asked and flicked it across her clit again.
She moaned, her hips bucking and reaching up. His hot mouth clamped down on her throbbing bud and sucked, taking the very breath from her lungs on a scream.
Wave after wave of pleasure racked through her body, and he kept going, kept licking, kept driving her further off that cliff.
“Sid, God,” she groaned. “I need you. Please.”
He sat up and removed his pants, then quickly tugged her to a sitting position.
“On your knees,” he rasped.
She flipped over, letting him settle between her splayed thighs. She braced herself for the invasion of his massive cock. He was so huge, he always took her breath away as he filled her, stretching her to the limit. The head of his shaft toyed with her opening, then moved to rub against her clit. She moaned, moving her hips with him, her juices coating his hard cock. The stirrings of a climax skimmed through her limbs. She rubbed against him faster, their hips working in a quick, shallow rhythm. Just as the throbs hit, he thrust into her, deep and hard.
She screamed as her orgasm increased, gaining in intensity as he pounded into her, over and over. Harder and deeper his cock drove, until she thought she might faint from the pleasure. The sensation of his taking her, filling her, drove her damn near over the edge of insanity.
“Fuck,” he growled and pressed deep, spilling his hot seed deep within her.
She could hardly breathe, much less move. Every muscle shook with exertion and release. Her whole body hummed with pleasure and bordered just on the rim of pain.
The intensity of it shocked her. They'd had sex several times on Daego, but never like this. Never this wild, this…hard. His arms wrapped around her ribs and tugged her upward, pulling her back against his chest. They remained joined, his semihard cock buried deep within her channel.
“Are you all right? I didn't hurt you?”
“Oh God, no,” she sighed, laying her head back.
One arm remained tight around her; the other hand he buried in her hair, his lips placing light kisses along her cheek and temple. Her fingers moved up to comb through his hair, tugging at the soft strands.
“Please come back to me,” she whispered.
“I promise you, baby. I will do everything in my power to make it back.”
With a sigh, she let him lead her again to that pinnacle, that lofty high she could never get enough of. Only this time it was slow and gentle until they collapsed, their arms entangled. Each holding tight, never wanting to let go of the other.
* * * * *
Lying on his back, Sidious listened to Mikayla's even breathing and knew she had fallen asleep. Kissing the top of her head where it lay against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her a little tighter. Taron should be out there anytime now waiting for him to do his part, and hopefully it would all go off without a hitch. Sometimes he still couldn't believe they had actually pulled this off. It had taken much longer than they had expected, but as he thought about the woman lying in his arms, he knew it had taken as long as it should have. For if it had ended sooner, he never would have met her, and he couldn't imagine his life without her now.
Running his hand softly up and down her back, he frowned. He really wished he had left her on Daego, but he had been concerned about how it would look if he didn't come back with her. Would they have been suspicious, or was he just being selfish and only convinced himself of that to justify bringing her back here? If anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself. Suddenly he felt her stiffen in his arms and then sit straight up with a gasp.
Scared to death, Mikayla jumped when Sidious sat up and put his hands on her shoulders. “Shh,” he said as he ran his hands soothingly up and down her arms. “It was just a dream, baby.”
“How long was I asleep?” she asked as she tried to trample down the fear she felt.
She had that same feeling again that something was going to happen. Just like she had right before she was brought here.
“Not long. Probably about fifteen minutes.” He pulled her into his arms. “Do you remember what it was about?”
“No,” she replied as she shook her head. “Not a thing.”
“That's probably for the best. If you can't remember it, you can't dwell on it,” he replied smiling slightly. She didn't return his smile, for she still had that nagging feeling of fear she couldn't seem to shake.
Tipping her chin up with his finger, he smiled. “Everything is going to be fine,” he whispered as he kissed her forehead.
“How long before you have to go?” she asked.
She wanted desperately to cling to him and beg him not to, but she knew that this was important to him. It was important to Earth as well. For if the rebels could win this battle, it would free her world too.
“I actually need to be getting dressed now,” he said, but he made no move to get up. “You should get dressed too, that way you'll be ready when Agnus comes to get you.”
“I will,” she quietly replied.
Putting his hand on her cheek, he softly kissed her one last time before getting up.
Lying on her side, she lay in bed and quietly watched him dress. She was so worried something would go wrong, but she was determined not to say anything. He needed to keep his mind on what he was doing, not on her and her fears.
Once everything was in place, he pulled what looked like a watch out of his bag and put it around his wrist. Turning toward her, he sat down on the edge of the bed and handed her a small square piece of metal. In the middle was a deep red button, very small and recessed slightly in to the gray metal.
“What is this?” she asked as she sat up and looked at it.
“It's an emergency transport. If anything should happen to Agnus, I want you to push this button,” he replied as he pointed to it. “It will immediately transport you to Stefan's ship.”
“How are you getting off?” she asked.
“I'm flying the
Triton
, and I'll meet you there. If you get off with Agnus, you'll be going straight to Tilarus. My father will help you get your mother if I don't make it back.”
She shook her head, unwilling to accept such a possibility.
“Listen to me, Mikayla. These are things you need to know.” She nodded her head as she looked at the device in her hand. “I know.”
“Remember to relax if you have to use that. Otherwise, it will hurt.” She again nodded, swallowing back her impending tears. The device was so small, she just hoped she didn't lose it.
“Hey,” he said as he lifted her chin. “Remember, whatever happens, I love you.”
“I love you,” she replied. Smiling, he kissed the tip of her nose and then stood to leave.
“I'll see you soon, baby,” he said just before leaving the room. As soon as the door shut, she closed her eyes and fought the tears that threatened to flow.
* * * * *
Sidious began to make his way down the corridor that would take him to the vent shafts. Ever since he had left Mikayla's room, he'd had a bad feeling he couldn't seem to get rid of. Something was going to happen. What? He didn't have a clue, but it nagged at him, made the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. He tried not to focus on it and instead tried to ignore it.
Once he entered the engineering section, it didn't take him long to figure out he wasn't alone. Increasing his pace slightly, he turned the corner and stopped. Lifting his hand, he hit the button on the wrist control for the cloaking device and immediately disappeared.
Standing quietly, he waited for the man who was following him to make an appearance around the corner. The soldier stopped dead in his tracks. His wide eyes scanned the empty corridor. Sidious almost laughed out loud at the expression on the soldier's face when he realized he had lost him. Staying perfectly still, he waited until the man had gone farther down the corridor before he turned it off and headed back in the other direction toward the maintenance shafts.
It was obvious the man was following him, but who had put him up to it?
Probably Woods, but right now he didn't have the time to worry about it. He had to get these bombs set.
Finally, he came to the opening of the ventilation shaft that would take him to the generator. Checking to make sure no one was around, he pulled the cover off. Hitting the button on the control, he once again disappeared and climbed into the shaft. He pulled the cover back into place as quietly as possible, then turned and began to make his way to the center.
The space was small -- almost too small for him. He had to crawl through on his hands and knees, so it was slow going at first, but he eventually began to pick up his pace. He had to remain as quiet as possible, because the cloak would keep the motion detectors from detecting him, but it would not keep out any noise he made.
When he came upon the first set of motion sensors, he hesitated. His heart raced, the sweat on his palms making his hands slide along the metal of the shaft.
Well, Taron,
here goes nothing
. He moved past them quickly and waited, then smiled. No alarms, so far so good, he thought as he kept going.
* * * * *
“Let's go, Mikayla,” Agnus said as he opened the door to her quarters. “I'm coming.”
She finished tying her shoe and stood up, taking one more quick look at herself to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Picking up the transporter that Sid had given her from the dresser, she placed it inside her bra and then left the room. As she came down the stairs to the main floor, she looked around for Celine but couldn't find her.
“Where's Celine?” she asked.
“Dorian had leave for three days, so I told him last night I was giving Celine a couple of days off and he should take her home for a short vacation. They left right after that,” he replied as he gathered a few papers together and then folded them to fit in his pocket.
“They were probably afraid if they didn't leave right away, you might change your mind,” Mikayla said with a slight smile.
“There is always that possibility,” he joked as he returned her smile. “Actually I told him to go ahead and take her then, before I did change my mind. It was the only way I could think of to get them out of here without telling them any of the truth.”
“I'm just glad he got her off here.” She knew Dorian would take good care of her.
Plus, with him gone, he wouldn't be here to fight in the battle that was sure to come.
Celine would be glad of that. If only Sidious didn't have to fight.
Agnus turned to look at her. “We need to move as quickly as we can, so do your best to keep up. I want to get to my ship, preferably before everything gets too crazy.” Sidious hadn't really told her anything about what was going to happen. He had just told her things might get rough, so she should stay as close to Agnus as she could.
Definitely nervous, but trying her best to not let him see that, she swallowed her fear and told him she was ready. He had enough to think about, and she didn't want to slow him down, for she wanted out alive just as much as he did.
Leaving the bar, they stepped into the turbochute that would take them to the deck his ship was on. The doors closed with a soft
whoosh
just before the chute began to move. A couple of seconds after it started moving, there was a massive explosion from somewhere in the center of the ship. The noise wasn't that loud, but the Destroyer shook violently. So much so, it threw both Mikayla and Agnus to the floor as the turbochute stopped dead in its tracks.