Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep - Being revamped!

Chapter 7: A Momentary Peace

She woke up, unaware of where she was for an instant. Then she saw the dim illumination of the cabin and felt the low throbbing of the engines.

The cool touch of a metal hand on her breast awakened her completely. Samri was on her side, her head pillowed on one arm, which was extended above her. Grasping her extended hand tightly, her fingers were entwined with a warm masculine hand.

He knew the moment she woke up, Samri sensed it. She felt the hardness of his erection pressed against the small of her back. He groaned softly and his hips moved, rubbing his cock against her soft skin. The metal hand moved down her belly and between her legs.

Her leg was lifted by invisible hands, coming to rest on top of his powerful thigh. Opened to his touch, the metal fingers began their magic. He let the cool digits stroke her lightly, and then he concentrated his touch on her sensitive bundle of nerves. Somewhere he had learned how to arouse a woman with his fingers alone and he used that skill with devastating effectiveness. Soon Samri was writhing beneath his talented ministrations.

His lips were paying homage to the side of her throat, his other hand still grasping hers. With her free arm, she reached behind her and clutched at his hair, and even his knowing chuckle could not stop the response she felt begin deep in her core.

“That’s it…” he coaxed huskily. “Come for me.”

His words were a command and her body obeyed without a struggle. The waves of her orgasm crashed over her, stealing her breath and ability to think.

But even as her muscles clenched and quivered, she felt his cock push roughly inside her.

He moaned loudly as her body grasped at his length, still in the throes of her own climax. His flesh hand remained firmly entwined with hers, his metal hand going to her hip as he steadied her and thrust deeply.

His movements were rapid, almost desperate; his need to lose himself in their lust palpable. She could do nothing more than accept each hard stroke, her body conforming to the domination of his a bit more with each thrust. The feel of his cock moving within her branded her, made her his in every sense of the word.

The pace was hard – almost brutal. But to Samri, it did not feel as if he was punishing her, but himself. She felt his mouth move to her shoulder, sensed another climax building inside.

Then a word was torn from his throat, but she was too caught up in her own bliss to decipher it. His teeth clamped down hard on her shoulder and she was caught up in two distinct sensations - the pain of his bite and the hot explosion of his seed inside her.

A trickle of blood down her shoulder was lapped up when he pulled his teeth from her giving flesh. He kissed the wound, still stroking inside of her, his body bathed in sweat and trembling from his own completion.

At last, he shuddered one last time and collapsed against her. His breath came in harsh gasps; his heart was pounding against her back. With a sigh, he pulled out of her and flopped back on the bed, releasing her hand as well. She shook it, trying to get the feeling back into it.

He put his hands behind his head and looked up into the darkness. Samri remained silent, trying to ignore her aching shoulder, but not quite succeeding. Without a word, his hand shot out and jerked her into place at his side. A small, pained sound escaped her as her shoulder brushed against him.

“Lights,” he called out and the cabin was immediately awash in light.

Sitting up, he examined the mark he had put on her. Frowning slightly, he placed his hand over it and she felt a warm tingle shoot through her arm.

When he pulled his hand away, the wound was gone – healed – and the ache rapidly dissipating.

His eyes met hers. “I’m…sorry…” The words seemed dragged from him, clumsy on his tongue.

She shook her head, not really knowing what to say.

“Sometimes…” his lashes swept down, hiding the blue eyes. “Sometimes, something inside of me builds and builds and I…”

Smiling tremulously, she reached out and touched his face. “It is of no importance, milord. You have healed it with your touch.”

He allowed her caress for a moment and then pulled back. A bark of bitter laughter erupted. “It’s not often I can fix what I’ve broken.”

He propped himself up on his elbow, his long fingers tracing the vague outline of his bite. Then his hand moved over to her breast, lightly skimming the flesh in circles that came closer to her nipple with every orbit. She flushed as her nipple hardened immediately under his gaze. He laughed softly at her embarrassment.

“I never have to wonder what you’re thinking,” he murmured, still studying her breast as if it contained all the secrets of the galaxy.

“I am a simple girl, milord,” Samri answered.

He shook his head. “No, that’s not what I meant,” he replied. His eyes swept up to catch hers. “You have no deception in you.” He tilted his head. “That’s quite rare, you know.”

Samri shrugged. “It was the way I was raised, milord. I know of no other way to be.”

His blue eyes went to her shoulder again and his long fingers curled one long brown tress around his hand. “Don’t change…”

“I don’t think I could even if you commanded me to, milord,” she confessed shyly.

He looked at her, his expression serious. “What do you want from life?”

“To be happy, milord,” she whispered.

Leaning down, he kissed her fiercely. “Happiness is overrated, Ree.”

She jerked in surprise. “How did you-”

He smiled, a true smile that even brightened his eyes. He looked like a mischievous boy that had succeeded in pulling a trick. “Surely you don’t think I haven’t even known your name all these months?”

“But only my family called me Ree,” she said, tears stinging her eyes. “You could not have known…”

Rolling to his back, he pulled her on top of him, his hand brushing back the brown curls that tumbled over them.

“I know everything about you, little Ree,” he said. “It is best you remember that. I can see into your heart and mind.”

He lightly touched the tip of her nose. “I find your company pleasurable,” he murmured.

“It is my honor to please you, milord,” Samri said in a low voice.

“It may not be your honor, but you do it well,” Lord Vader replied with a quirk of his lips. “I find a momentary peace when I lose myself in your body.” His eyes grew shadowed. “That’s a rare gift for a man like me.”