Page 65 of Starfighter’s Salvation

He settled between my thighs and held himself completely still as our breaths mingled. I lifted my ankles to his hips and tried to get his hard cock inside me.

I failed. He did not move for what felt like an eternity but was probably less than a minute. The broad head of his cock rested against my opening, and we were both slick with my arousal. His body shook above mine. I could feel the effort it cost him to wait, every muscle in his arms bulging as he held most of his weight above me.

I caught the back of his neck and pulled his forehead to mine. "Stop teasing me."

He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me in a slow, deep exploration that made me melt into a puddle of pure desire. The mark at his nape heated under my hand. I kissed him back, pouring every emotion I'd felt the last week into him, into the kiss. Let my heart break wide open as I wrapped my legs around him.

He pushed inside slowly and every thought I had was shoved aside by sensation as my swollen pussy stretched around him. He was big. Very big. The stretch burned, then turned into something better, the small pain edging into pleasure with every fraction he gave me. One inch at a time. Watching my face. Stopping whenever my core clenched down on him in response to the invasion.

“More,” I begged. Again. This wasn't enough. I needed all of him.

“Are you certain?”

“Corvan, if you ask me that again, I will⁠—”

He buried himself deep in one rough thrust.

My threat ended in a moan. He stayed there, fully seated, his forehead against mine. His whole body shook in reaction to the inferno raging between us.

Having him fuck me like this felt different from anything I had imagined. He stretched my pussy open until every small movement registered, thick and hard inside me, his pulse beating against the deepest part of my body. The room narrowed to skin, breath, the salt taste of his mouth, and the steady pressure of him holding perfectly still because he thought I needed him to.

“Too much?” he asked.

I tightened my legs around his hips. “No. More.”

His eyes shut. “Say it again.”

“More.”

"Not that." A tremor went through him from shoulders to hips. “Gina.”

What did he need me to say?

I stared into his eyes, shocked at the raw emotions on display. Want. Need. Lust. Longing. Adoration. Worry. Uncertainty. The toughest man I'd ever met looked like he was falling apart on the inside and suddenly I knew exactly what he needed.

“I love you.” The bond flared in response and I doubled down. "I fucking love you so much. I'm never letting you go." I meant it. Every word.

Corvan froze above me. His face changed. All the hard control went quiet, and he kissed me softly, gently, with his hard cock buried deep and every part of our bodies touching, skin to skin. We weren't separate people right now. He was mine and I was his.

"I love you, Gina." His voice shook but he did not look away. "I can't lose you."

I cupped his face. “You won't.”

His eyes shut. One rough breath left him. "If you so much as stub your toe, you will inform me. Promise me."

“I promise,” I answered. “Now move.”

He laughed. A real laugh. Rusty and surprised.

Then he fucked me the way I'd wanted him to since the moment I met him.

He drew almost all the way out and pushed back in with a slow, powerful stroke that stole my breath, and the bondmark heated with every stroke it. A living flame under my skin, running through the mark and straight into him. I felt his answering pulse before I felt his next thrust — pleasure that wasn’t mine arriving under my skin half a heartbeat before mine rose to meet it.

I rolled my hips beneath him, my fingertips digging into his shoulders.

His restraint cracked.

The next stroke hit deeper. Then another. The bed frame gave a soft metallic complaint beneath us, and neither of us cared. He found a rhythm, deep and rolling, and every thrust came back to me twice — once through my body, once through the bond, his pleasure and mine chasing each other in a loop that built and built until I lost myself in a hurricane of sensation.