Page 66 of Starfighter’s Salvation

His hand laced through mine and pinned it to the pillow. His mouth moved along my neck, my jaw, my breasts. He watched every reaction and used it against me, ruthless as a man flying a trench.

Then he pulled out of me entirely.

“Corvan—”

He sat back on his heels and lifted me with him, hands spanning my waist like I weighed nothing, and settled me astride his lap, chest to chest. He positioned me over his cock and lowered me so my wet heat slipped over him like a glove. He pulled me close, filled me in one long stroke that hit new places and emptied my lungs.

“Oh.” My head dropped against his shoulder.

“Too much?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

On his lap there was nowhere to hide. His large hands cupped my bottom and moved me over his hard flesh. He had me exactly where he wanted me. Every rise dragged my clit against him. Every fall seated him so deep I felt my own pulse around him. His hands guided my hips into a slow, grinding rhythm. My head fell back and he lowered his mouth to my collarbone. By breast. His tongue circled my nipple until I was making sounds I had never made in my life.

“Corvan—”

His teeth closed lightly where his mouth had been, and my whole body jerked and he rolled his hips. Thrust up hard and fast.

I broke apart with his lips pressed to the curve of my neck, my pussy clamping down on him so hard he groaned. The mark on my neck pulsed as he held me through it, still moving, slowly, unbearably gentle, and absolutely without mercy.

“Three,” he said against my ear and kissed the sweat at my temple.

When I could talk, I couldn't believe the words that came out of my naughty little fucking mouth. “More. Harder. I told you before, I won’t break.”

“Gina—”

"I need you." I didn't mean just for this moment, for sex. I needed him in ways I hadn't come to terms with yet. I just… needed.

Something ignited behind his eyes.

He hooked one arm under my knee, opened me wider, and gave me everything he had been holding back — lifting me and bring me down on top of him with deep, driving strokes that punched the air out of me. The slap of skin grew loud in the quiet quarters, his breath ragged against my throat, emotions roaring to life behind eyes with the burn of unshed tears. I raked my nails down his back and felt his groan of pleasure through our bond.

“I have you. Hold on.”

The familiar words pushed me over the edge.

I came around him, crying out, my whole body clamping down, and the mark on my neck went white-hot at the exact instant his rhythm shattered. He drove into me once more, twice, and came with my name on his lips, his release pulsing hot and deep inside me while my pussy went into spasms.

For one impossible heartbeat I felt everything at once. Relief. Fear. Love. Wonder. Desire. Love again. So much love.

Corvan stayed buried inside me, face pressed to my throat, breathing like he had just flown us through enemy fire.

Neither of us spoke for long minutes.

Sweat cooled along my ribs. I felt his heartbeat against my chest — and under it, fainter, steadier, the echo of it living inside my own body now, a second rhythm laid down beneath my own. The room smelled of sex, clean sheets, and his skin. I let myself breathe him in, memorize every smell and sound and emotion rolling through me like an ocean with never-ending waves.

His hand moved over my hair. Once. Again. Like he couldn’t quite believe I was real.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too. You're mine, bondmate.” He lifted his head, watching me to read my reaction. Perhaps he was feeling uncertain, too. This was new for both of us.

"No, you're mine." I touched the mark at his nape. No longer hot, it pulsed under my fingertips, slow as a second heartbeat.

"Did I hurt you?" He leaned over as if trying to inspect my ribs.

I laughed. Here I was, straddling his hips, covered in sweat, delirious from multiple orgasms with his cock still deep inside me, and he was going to check my injury. Now? It was crazy enough to be the sweetest thing imaginable. “Corvan, I just let you rearrange several internal organs and begged for more. I think I'm all right.”