**Chapter 649**
**Scene 1**
**Olympus Mons – Grand Master's Private Office**
**Dagon POV**
The door was locked. The stars outside the viewport blurred into streaks as the fleet continued its journey. Inside the dimly lit office, nothing else mattered.
Grace O'Connor pressed against me with desperate hunger, her body warm and soft as she crawled fully over the desk to claim my mouth again. The kiss was deep, wet, and filled with months of restrained longing. Her long blue hair spilled across my shoulders like silk, contrasting beautifully with her fluorescent pink skin that glowed brighter with every racing heartbeat. Her hands gripped my uniform jacket, pulling me closer as if afraid I might vanish.
I slid my hands down her back, cupping her firm ass and lifting her fully onto the desk. Grace moaned into my mouth, her legs parting instinctively as I stepped between them. The kiss broke only long enough for me to peel her admiral's jacket off her shoulders, revealing the simple black undershirt beneath. I tugged it upward, exposing her full, perky breasts and hard pink nipples.
"Beautiful," I murmured, leaning down to capture one nipple between my lips. I sucked gently at first, then harder, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. Grace cried out, arching her back and threading her fingers through my white hair to hold me there.
"Dagon… yes…" she gasped, her voice trembling with need.
My hand slid lower, slipping beneath her skirt and between her thighs. She was already soaking wet, her smooth, bare pussy hot and slick against my fingers. I stroked her slowly, teasing her swollen clit before sliding two fingers deep inside her. Grace's hips bucked, a sharp moan escaping her lips as I curled my fingers, finding that perfect spot.
The Force bond between us suddenly flared to life, stronger than ever. I could hear her thoughts, feel her hopes and fears as clearly as my own. *He's here… he's safe… I want him so much… don't stop, please don't stop…* It wasn't quite a full soul bond, but it was close — intimate, raw, and deepening with every touch. I could sense her Force sensitivity awakening, growing brighter with every wave of pleasure I gave her.
I kissed her again, harder this time, my fingers thrusting steadily as my thumb circled her clit. Grace's moans grew louder, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as she neared the edge.
"Cum for me, Grace," I whispered against her lips.
She shattered with a cry, her body trembling violently as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, soaking my hand as she rode the waves of pleasure. I kept stroking her gently, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed against my chest, breathing hard.
Grace looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, her skin glowing a deep, passionate red. "I need you," she whispered. "All of you."
I lifted her off the desk, turning her around and bending her over it. Grace arched her back eagerly, presenting herself to me. I freed my hard cock and rubbed the head against her dripping entrance before thrusting deep inside her in one smooth motion. She moaned loudly, pushing back against me as I filled her completely.
"Fuck… you feel so good," I groaned, gripping her hips as I started thrusting — deep, steady strokes that made her breasts sway with every movement. Grace's hands gripped the edge of the desk, her moans filling the office as I took her harder.
The bond surged again. I could feel everything — her pleasure, her love, her deep-seated fear of losing me. It only made me move faster, deeper, chasing that connection. Grace cried out with every thrust, her body shaking as another orgasm built inside her.
"Dagon… I'm going to cum again…" she gasped.
"Cum with me," I growled, pounding into her.
We came together — hard, intense, and overwhelming. Grace's walls clenched tightly around me as she screamed my name, her orgasm triggering mine. I buried myself to the hilt, filling her completely as waves of pleasure crashed through both of us.
We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing heavily, bodies pressed together. Grace turned her head, kissing me softly over her shoulder.
"I'm yours," she whispered. "Always."
I kissed her back, holding her close. The war could wait a little longer.