Page 88 of Starfighter’s Salvation

"Yours."

I drove into her.

One hard stroke, all the way to the root. She moaned my name. Her body stretched around me, scalding and tight and gripping, and the bond slammed behind my eyes like a tidal wave taking me over. For one breath I did not move. Could not. I stayed buried in her, shaking, her heartbeat pounding inside my own ribs.

"Mine," I said.

"Then take me." Her legs locked around my waist and dragged me deeper. "Don't you hold back. Not tonight."

I didn't.

I pulled out and slammed home, and she gasped. I did it again. Harder. The bed hit the wall. Skin cracked against skin, and every thrust punched a broken cry out of her. I kept her wrists pinned above her head and took her like the war had never ended. Like the dark was still closing in. Like I needed proof, with every stroke, that I was alive and she was real and neither of us was going anywhere.

"This is mine." I snarled it against her throat. "Every inch. No one else touches you. No one takes you from me. Say it."

"Yours." She was sobbing for breath. "All yours. Harder, Corvan. Please."

"You don't get to die on me."

"You don't get to die on me." She was arguing with me. I was holding her down, fucking her senseless, and she was still fucking arguing. I almost laughed. Would have, if losing her wouldn't break me.

"Gina, swear it." I changed the angle, drove deeper, and she keened.

"I swear it. You're mine, too." She lifted her hips to meet mine and we both groaned. "Mine. My mate."

Her body began to tremble.

"Look at me when you come." I felt her orgasm building through the bond a heartbeat before it hit her, a tidal wave of heat that rushed down my spine and tried to drag me under with her. I gritted my teeth and fought it. Not yet. I was not done with her yet.

She fought to hold my gaze. Her mouth fell open. Her whole body went rigid around my cock, then clenched so hard I saw white. She came with a ragged cry, her nails gouging into the sheets, her pleasure flaring through both our marks.

"Two," I ground out.

"You're—" She gasped. "You're counting?"

"Always."

"Then count this."

She lifted her head and sank her teeth into my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but to mark me. Claim me.

I lost it.

I let go of her wrists. She grabbed me instantly, nails raking down my back as I wrapped one arm under her hips and hauled her up to meet me. I pounded into her. No rhythm left. No control. Only heat and sweat and her voice in my ear, my name, over and over, Corvan, Corvan, Corvan. The bond pulled tight, tighter, her pleasure feeding mine, feeding hers, a closed loop with no off switch and no pilot.

"Come with me." My thumb found her clit. "Now, Gina. Now."

She broke apart under me, and I went with her.

My release roared through me, hot and endless, I spilled hot seed deep inside her while her body milked every drop. I buried my face in her neck and held on, her heartbeat in my chest and mine in hers, her name torn raw in my throat.

Mine.

For several breaths I could not move.

Her wet pussy pulsed around my cock with aftershocks. My release remained hot between us. Love rolled through me like waves crashing against a beach before retreating. Obsession. Lust. Pleasure. Absolute devotion.

I rolled onto my back and dragged her with me, greedy about holding her even now, unwilling to give up a single point of contact. Sweat cooled at the back of my neck. Her hair smelled like soap and cake and her warm skin, a scent I would have known blind in a crowd of thousands. I turned my face into it and breathed like it was my air, kissed her forehead.