Page 63 of Starfighter’s Salvation

“Oh.”

“Sensitive?”

“You know it is.”

“I wanted to hear you say it.”

He sucked the mark into his mouth. I arched under him. The heat wasn’t only in my neck anymore. It ran down my spine and pooled low in my core, and the mark pulsed like it had its own heartbeat.

“Sensitive,” I gasped. “Very sensitive.”

“Good.”

His mouth moved lower. He kissed both breasts, took one nipple between his lips, and sucked until my fingers tightened in his hair. Then he switched sides. Slow. Thorough. Exactly like the bunker promise.

“Corvan.”

“You are always in a hurry.”

“There is a naked alien on top of me. I have priorities.”

“Tonight I decide the priorities.” He continued down my body. He kissed my sternum. My ribs. The soft curve of my stomach, without hurrying past it. When his lips reached the top of my thigh, he used both hands to push my legs open wide, exposing me completely.

“Lie back. Let me see.”

Who was I to argue with the hunger I saw in his eyes?

His mouth closed over me, and every thought in my head disappeared.

The first stroke of his tongue was hot and deliberate. The second made my toes curl against the sheets. He licked me slowly, learning exactly what made me shake — long, flat strokes through my folds, then his tongue circling my clit until my hips tried to chase it. When I moved, one large hand pinned me to the bed. Held me still. Made me take it at his pace, and the sheer unhurried arrogance of that should have annoyed me. Instead, it made me burn hotter.

Two fingers pushed inside me, thick enough to make me gasp.

His stubble scraped the inside of my thigh. His fingers curled inside me while his tongue worked my clit, and the wet sound of his mouth on me was obscene enough to make heat climb into my face.

Corvan looked up.

Gray eyes gone dark. Mouth against the most intimate part of me.

The mark at his nape glimmered. Mine answered in a hot pulse that seemed to meet his fingers inside my body.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly.

I obeyed as I lifted my hips against his mouth. “Yes. This. More.” He'd stopped moving and I wasn't too proud to beg.

His eyes closed for half a beat, and I knew my control was breaking.

Mine. He was all mine and I wanted him inside me. Tongue. Fingers. Mouth. Cock. All of him, everywhere, right now.

My soft whimper made him shudder and he gave me exactly what I asked for.

He hummed against my clit, fingers curling hard, and I came with his name on my lips, one hand fisted in the bedding and the other in his hair. He didn't stop.

Pleasure snapped through me so hard the mark at my neck flashed almost white behind my closed eyes. Heat rolled outward from it in waves, across my ribs, through my hips, down every nerve Corvan touched.

He felt it too. His fingers stilled inside me for one heartbeat, and a low vibration rolled from his chest against my thigh.

Almost a growl, and nothing human in it.