Finally on the fourth day since their arrival, Eva managed to slip away from her prison guard -- or so she had started to think about him. It was in the middle of the day and Eva carefully peered into the kitchen area. It was empty. Just as she had expected.
The entire staff had an hour off before they would start dinner, and that hour was more than enough time for her to steal some food for her journey. She wasn't sure how fast she could travel so she had decided to pack all the necessities just to be on the safe side. That meant food, clothes and tools. But first food. She went up to the cupboards and peered inside.
Suddenly a hand clasped down hard on her shoulder and she was forcibly turned around and lifted onto the table. She yelped as she realised Morgan had intercepted her again.
"And what are you planning this time?" he asked icily as he grabbed her upper arms and held her in place.
Momentarily stunned, Eva could only stare at him. Did he have eyes in his back or something? Or had he placed a tracking device on her so that he could follow her every move?
"I was hungry," she finally retorted.
"Were you really?" Morgan drawled as if he didn't believe a word she was saying. Apart from his guarding her every step during the day, he had stayed away at night. Only locking her in his room at the palace before he went off to meet with his cronies -- or so she suspected.
It could be that he went to some other women instead of coming to her, but she didn't want to dig into that hole -- worrying that she might care more than she wanted to, if her suspicions were correct. She had tried to tell herself that she was happy for the reprieve, but she wasn't entirely convinced as she spent her nights awaiting his arrival instead of sleeping.
His eyes suddenly glazed over with something other than anger and she felt him come nearer. Separating her legs with his hip he leaned closer to her, letting her feel his hard body against her torso. She gasped as she leaned her head back so she could meet his eyes.
Looking up at him she tried to discern exactly what he intended to do to her. The hard bulge against her stomach left her in no doubt as to what he wanted to do. He bent his head and kissed her hard on the mouth, as if he wanted to devour her.
She moved her hands around his back, trying to keep her up and withstand his energetic attack as he ignited the flames inside of her. His hands moved over her breasts and the rest of her body. She held on tighter as she bared her throat to him in an ancient sign of surrender. He growled as he instinctively reacted to her submission and sneaking his hands beneath her hips and dragged her closer to the table edge, rubbing his swollen member against the thin clothing covering her clit.
"Is there something wrong with your room, Captain?" a humorous voice asked from the doorway. Both Eva and Morgan froze at the sudden interruption.
"Go away," Morgan growled to the intruder.
"Can't do," the cook replied. "The Governor has requested dinner so this room will soon be packed with staff members. I suggest you take your lady off to another and less crowded room -- unless you want an audience, that is."
"Very funny," Morgan growled as Eva blushed all over her face. She tried to push Morgan away and thought she succeeded when he finally moved, only to be dragged after him out into the corridor and up a set of stairs. She soon realised he meant to do what the cook suggested: take her to his room. She started to protest.
"But, Morgan, it's in the middle of the day."
"So?"
"But what will people think?"
"That we have more important things to do than to chitchat. That I want to fuck my woman."
She blushed at his uncivilized words, but at the same time she felt her panties getting moist by his choice of words and his uninhibited sexual need for her. The other women couldn't have done a good job in douching his fire, she thought happily as he pushed her into his room and locked the door behind them.
Moving his hands to his skin suit, he ripped it open, baring his chest to her. Immediately afterward he ripped away the rest of his skin suit and his naked and aroused body was revealed to her in all its glory. She sighed as she took in the sight of his muscular thighs and his swollen member. His cock was standing proudly up along his stomach, telling her clearly what his intentions were. She let her eyes roam up over his flat stomach and his broad chest.
A few strands of dark hair were covering his chest, stating him as the mature and well developed male that he was. She felt a strong need to plaster his image in the back of her memory, locking the sight of him in her mind for ever. But she knew the picture would never compare to the real thing. She felt her mouth watering with the thought of taking his cock inside of her mouth and sucking him hard until he begged for her mercy.
But the best would be to take him inside of her moist pussy. She felt her body preparing to take his entire member inside -- preparing and anticipating for him to plunge as far inside of her as was possible.
"Are you going to strip or just stare?" he suddenly interrupted her fantasies.
She almost jumped in surprise, before laughing at her own breathlessness. She was breathing heavily and she hadn't even touched him yet. Oh my, she thought. This man had way to much power over her senses.
"If you like that suit I suggest you start undressing real quickly," Morgan threatened again.
"All right," she agreed and started to open her suit. He was staring at her breasts as she gradually revealed her body to him. Wanting to shake him as much as he had shaken her, she asked. "Why aren't you demanding that I wear the Ziotian dress now that I'm mated?"
"I've learned from Connor's mistake," Morgan growled.
"Oh, how so?"
"I'm not sharing and that dress is so thin that anybody will see what's underneath. That dress is far better used in privacy where I will be the only one appreciating it."
"But what if I wanted to wear it in public?"
"You don't," he stated boldly.
"How would you know? Maybe I have this craving for exhibitionism?"
