"I love you,kelarris,"he murmured, then stepped back and carried on undressing.
He didn't bother with finesse.His weapons belt hit the floor with a dull thud, the metal buckles clanking against the deck, and then he went for the fly of his leathers.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his leathers, he yanked them down over his narrow hips.The heavy material pooled around his ankles, and he stepped out of his boots to kick them aside, leaving him entirely bare.
Then he stood up, and her thoughts scattered as his cock snapped upward with a heavy slap against his abdomen.
Holy fucking shit.
Her mouth went dry, her heart stuttering against her ribs.It wasn't just big.It was a goddamned weapon.Huge, thick as her wrist, and impossibly wide, the thick ridge arched proudly up against the washboard muscles of his flat stomach.A heavy, dark purple vein throbbed along the length.
Oh God, there was no way in hell that was fitting inside her.None.But… it already had.In the dance studio back on Devan Station.
His gaze tracked her wide-eyed stare, his lips quirking as he stepped up to the edge of the bed.
"Do you like what you see,kelarris?"he rumbled, the male arrogance in his deep voice doing nothing to help the rapid, fluttering heat tightening her chest or the ache between her thighs.
"I'm pretty sure you're going to break me," she blurted out."But sure, it's very impressive.Do I get a medal if I survive?"
Chuckling, he braced his hands on either side of her hips.The mattress dipped under his weight as he crawled over her.He was all wide, heavily muscled chest, broad shoulders, and eyes that pinned hers like she was the only thing in the universe.
"You will survive," he purred, bending his head to graze his lips along her jaw."I will take it slow.I promise."
"Bullshit," she shot back, though her throat throbbed with anticipation.Her hands moved up his arms, tracing the hard, bunched muscle."You don't do anything slow."
"For you?"A smile curved his lips, dark and thoroughly devastating."I can be persuaded.But you are going to take every inch of me, little mate of mine.Again."
He pressed his hips down, dragging that impossibly thick length right against the slick, wet entrance of her pussy.The friction sent a white-hot spark straight to her brain.
"And again," he promised."And again."
Fuck.She arched into him.Maybe she wouldn't break after all.Or maybe she just didn't care.
"I can't wait," he growled."I have to have you.Right now."His thumb dragged hard across her lower lip."If you don't want this, then tell me to stop.Because once I start..."His grip tightened a little… a possessive, desperate hold."I don't think I'll be able to stop."
Perfect.Just fucking perfect.
"I'm not asking you to stop," she shot back, her gaze challenging his."Are you sureyoudon't want an out?"
His answer was a snarl that vibrated through every bone in her body.
Crawling over her, he pinned her to the mattress with his weight.All that heavy, hard muscle pressed her into the sheets until she couldn't tell where she ended and he began.One big knee shoved between her thighs, forcing them apart, and he settled into the cradle of her hips like he'd been made to fit there.
Holy shit.
He didn't look away.His burning gaze locked onto hers as he reached between them, fisting his cock.The blunt, thick head nudged against her entrance, parting slick, swollen flesh, and her breath snagged in her throat.
Then he pushed in.
One long, slow, relentless slide.
Her mouth fell open, but she couldn't make a sound.There was nothing in her brain except the raw, impossible stretch of him filling her, inch by inch, splitting her open around that ridiculous fucking cock until her eyes watered and her fingers clawed trenches into the sheets.
It burned right on the edge of too much… that bright line between pain and pleasure that made her toes curl, and her back bow off the mattress.
And it was so fucking good she almost sobbed.
"Breathe," he ordered, his voice rough like gravel.
