Page 64 of Starfighter’s Salvation

The sound went straight to my wet pussy, made it spasm and ache. I'd never felt so needy in my life.

He lifted his mouth just long enough to say, “Again.”

“I can’t⁠—”

“You can. That was one.”

“You’re counting?” How many orgasms did he think I could handle?

“I count everything.”

"So bossy."

His answer was another long stroke of his tongue, slower, crueler, his fingers finding the exact spot inside me that made my vision go static, and the second orgasm hit faster than the first. I shouted his name and stopped caring if anyone could hear me through the walls. My thighs shook around his shoulders. The mark burned. Somewhere in the middle of it I heard him groan against me like my pleasure was his favorite meal.

He stayed with me through all of it. He did not rush me. He kissed the inside of my thigh while the shaking eased, his hand broad and steady over my stomach, waiting until I stopped seeing stars.

“Still with me?” he asked.

I opened one eye. “You are extremely smug for a man who has not even taken off his pants.”

I tugged him up until he was close enough to kiss. His mouth tasted like me, my desire an exotic flavor on his lips. “You. Inside me. Now." I reached for his pants, needed them off. Now.

The sound he made against my mouth was half laugh, half surrender. "I am going to taste your pleasure every night."

Oh, poor me. "Yes, please."

He laughed as I smiled up at him, still panting.

"Corvan, take off your pants.”

He stood, and I watched as every hard inch of him was revealed. Our time together on the ship had been amazing, but it had also been in a hurry, cramped, and I'd been too out of my mind with lust and nerves to take my time and admire him properly. Good god, there was a lot to admire.

Long, hard cock. Cut abs. Thighs as thick and powerful as tree trunks. His chest and shoulders were enough to make my mind go completely blank. He was too sexy, too masculine, too powerful to be real.

Nothing in the training simulation—the game—had ever, ever looked like this.

I sat up and wrapped my hand around his hard length. Corvan’s breath stopped. His cock was heavy in my hand. Thick. Hot against my skin. I stroked him once and watched the muscles in his stomach tighten, watched this enormous, controlled man sway on his feet because I was touching him.

“Gina.”

“You had your turn.” I leaned forward and licked the broad head of his cock. Salt and heat. His hand closed in my hair.

“Do not tease.”

“You did. For a very long time.”

“That was different.”

“Of course it was.”

I took him into my mouth. Not all of him. That was physically impossible. I used my hand on what I couldn’t take and my tongue on the rest. Corvan groaned, and the sound made me want to do it again. So, I did.

I sucked him slowly, enjoying every rough breath and twitch beneath my hand. This powerful man had spent days holding himself away from me. Now he stood between my knees with one hand braced on the wall and the other buried in my hair, fighting not to thrust, and losing the fight a little at a time.

I took him deep again and pulled his hips forward. He moved. One careful stroke into my mouth. Then another. His control broke a little more each time, and every crack in his armor made me feel like a goddess. Like pure sexual power and seduction. Like he was mine.

"Mate. Fuck." His possessive growl went straight between my thighs. He pulled away before he came, despite my protests. I reached for him again, but Corvan pushed me back onto the bed.