He didn’t stop. Pressed two fingers inside her while his tongue worked her clit, and felt the exact moment she shattered. Her thighs clamped around his head. Her back bowed off the bed. She screamed his name—actually screamed it—and he worked her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed, boneless and gasping.
“Holy—” She couldn’t finish the sentence. “What the—how did you?—”
“I pay attention.” He crawled up her body, pausing to press kisses along the way. Her stomach. Her breasts. Her throat. “When something matters, I pay attention.”
“That’s—” She grabbed his face and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. “That’s incredibly hot, actually.”
“I aim to please.”
She laughed—that wild, breathless sound that did things to him. Then her hand wrapped around his cock, and laughing became impossible.
“My turn.” Her grip tightened. Stroked. “Fair’s fair.”
He caught her wrist before she could drive him over the edge. “Later. Right now?—”
“Inside me.” She spread her thighs wider, hooked one leg around his hip. “Now, Hux. I need younow.”
He lined himself up. Paused at her entrance, meeting her eyes.
“This changes things.”
“I know.”
“I can’t promise you a bond. Can’t promise anything except?—”
“I know.” She cupped his face in her hands. “I’m choosing this anyway. I’m choosing you anyway.”
He pushed inside her.
They both groaned. She was tight and hot andperfect, her body adjusting to accommodate him, her nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. He forced himself to go slow—to savor every inch, every gasp, every expression that crossed her face.
“Move.” She bit his shoulder. “Damn it, Hux,move.”
He moved.
Slow at first, then faster as she urged him on with hands and hips and the filthy words she whispered against his throat. The bed creaked beneath them. The skylight framed stars thatwheeled overhead, indifferent to the universe being remade between tangled sheets.
The beast was close to the surface now. He could feel it pressing against his skin, demanding more, demanding everything. His vision sharpened. His senses heightened. Every sound she made, every flutter of her pulse, every clench of her body around his—all of it fed the primal hunger building at the base of his spine.
“Hux—” She was close again. He could feel it in the way she tightened around him, the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps. “I’m going to?—”
“Let go.” He drove deeper, harder. “I’ve got you. Let go.”
She shattered a second time, and the feel of her coming apart around him—the sound of his name on her lips, the way her whole body seized with pleasure—sent him tumbling after her. He buried himself to the hilt and let the wave take him, spilling inside her with a groan that was half her name and half a primal sound.
For a long moment, they just breathed.
Then he rolled to the side, pulling her with him, and she curled against his chest like she’d always belonged there. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his skin. His hand settled on the curve of her hip.
“That was—” She started.
“Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It was.”
Silence settled over them. Comfortable. Right.
Later—minutesor hours, he’d lost track—she spoke again.
“I see death in the stars.”
