Brack strolled down the hall to his cabin, hand clamped to her waist while she
draped her arm across the back of his shoulders. He could feel the sharpness of
her scales sinking into his skin. His footsteps to the bedroom quickened. Once they
were inside with the door locked, Isoline stripped. Her eyes never left his. Her skirt
was made of woven aluminum fibre, not tearing as he slid it down the serrations
of her legs. He slipped it off her feet and tossed it aside. She pulled him towards
her.
"Were you happy to see Elizabeth again?" she said.
"I thought she was dead. It's all very confusing."
Isoline's hand caressed Brack's chin, then fingers dragged him close.
"But you don't love her, do you?" she said.
"I don't love her."
"You love me."
"I love you," Brack said, staring into Isoline's rich eyes.
"Good."
Isoline threw him onto the bed. She stood over him. He sat up to kiss her but she
pushed him back down. With her hand around his throat, she started to kiss and
bite. He writhed beneath her. She pulled him close and her hips rammed into
him. He gripped her waist as she moved, so tight the blood burst from his palms.
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Black Hole Heartbeat
Science FictionBlack Hole Heartbeat is Star Wars if the stormtroopers didn't miss all the time. Like Cowboy Bebop meets Butch and Sundance, or Guardians of the Galaxy in the style of Pulp Fiction. Self confessed thief of ill repute, Elizabeth Ranger, runs head fi...
