When he’s fully seated inside me, he stills. My legs wrap around his waist, thighs trembling. We breathe together. Hearts thudding. Bodies joined.
Then he starts to move.
Slow thrusts, deep and deliberate. His cock drags against every sensitive inch inside me, and I feel each ridge of him like he’s sculpted to fit me. I cry out, hands tangled in his hair, pulling him down to kiss me.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please…”
He doesn’t.
He fucks me like he’s worshipping me. Like he’s learning me by touch and sound and breath. His lips find mine over and over. His hand presses against my lower belly, feeling where he fills me, where I stretch for him.
“You feel it?” he whispers.
I nod, dazed. “Yes. Gods, yes.”
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he says, pounding harder now. “Never.”
Our rhythm builds. My back arches. My nails rake his shoulders. Every nerve is on fire. His hips slam against mine with each thrust, and I feel myself spiraling higher.
“I’m gonna come,” I cry out. “Kaz—I’m?—”
He kisses me, stealing the sound, his cock slamming deep one last time as I break apart beneath him. My pussy clenches around him in waves, and he groans, grabbing my ass and pulling me tight as he comes inside me.
Heat floods me.
His body shudders, growling into my neck as he spends himself.
When it’s over, we collapse together. Breathing hard. Slick with sweat. Still connected.
He brushes my hair from my face. “You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. Are you?”
He smiles, that cocky, tired smile that somehow makes my heart ache. “Yeah. Just not sure I can stand up.”
We lie in silence, the thrum of the engines outside soft against the walls. My body aches, beautifully. His fingers trace idle patterns along my ribs.
And I know this isn’t over.
This was never just sex.
CHAPTER 15
KAZ
I’m not flying.
I’m fighting.
Every stick pull, every pitch, every burst from the simulated pulse cannons—I’m throwing punches at shadows. Not formations, tactics, or drills.
I’m trying to hit something I can’t name.
The sim pod shudders as I bank too hard. The inertial dampeners lag a half-second behind, sending a jolt through my gut. On screen, Yoris's blip climbs above me, tucking neatly into the blind spot I left wide open. I curse. Too slow. Too loud. Too exposed.
He doesn’t hesitate.
The HUD lights up red.
