The way he moved in me, I knew this wasn’t one-sided. I believed his words, but he was right. It was his actions that gave me no doubt. He would protect me, but he’d also pleasure me.
Alex’s muscles tensed. His skin was almost hot to the touch. His breathing was ragged. It was possible his cock thickened. Knowing he was right there with me…
The spasms started and built until I was out of control, writhing and moaning as the orgasm ripped through me like a bolt of lightning.
He stilled and held himself buried deep. Silent, unmoving, he watched me, cataloging every sound and movement, every groan of pleasure. I was lost in him.
When I could think again, I looked up into the face of the most amazing man I’d ever known and thanked God and fate and every possible force in existence that had brought us together. “I love you.”
He grinned with pure male satisfaction and wiggled his hips, his cock shifting inside me. I gasped at the shock waves that jolted my system with the small movement of his body on mine. “How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
His smile melted away, replaced with a serious amount of determination. “That word is no longer part of your lexicon.”
“What?”
“I warned you.” He pulled out, and I didn’t have a chance to feel the room’s cool air on my chest before he flipped me over onto my stomach. He spread my knees wide and settled between them once more. I felt him over me. His power. His control. The prod of his cock indicating his continued need for me. “That word no longer exists.”
“Alex, you can’t be serious. I—”
He filled my throbbing, empty heat from behind, and the words died on my lips with a soft moan. I arched my back, took him deeper. I lifted my hands to the sides of my head and fisted the bedsheets as he pumped into me. He couldn’t get any deeper. I felt… possessed. Protected. Dominated. I was about to come again.
He stopped moving, his hands settling over mine on either side of my head. “How are you, bondmate?”
“I’m fi—” I stopped myself just in time, and he rewarded me by circling his hips and thrusting forward in a way that made me gasp. “I’m so good, Alex. Amazing.”
He pressed deeper. Hard.
I gasped again as he pushed me across the bed. “So good.”
He settled his body across my back and pressed me farther into the mattress.
When he slipped his hand under my hip and found my sensitive clit, I spread my legs wider and arched my back to give him access. He filled me from behind, stroking my body as he took me. I came again with a soft cry, and he waited for me to settle before starting the slow ride again.
“Oh my God, Alex, it’s too much.”
“Never,” he growled. His skin was slick with sweat. His voice a harsh rasp. His motions now wild and uneven.
He didn’t last much longer. My third orgasm—and the way my body milked his cock—pushed him over the edge, and he said my name as he came, then collapsed on top of me like I’d exhausted him beyond any hope of recovering.
When I wiggled because I needed more air, he shifted to his side and pulled my back against his chest. His arm was thrown over my waist, his hand cupping my breast, just as he had when I’d first woken on Arturri.
“I love you, Starfighter.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered back. Content. Replete. Totally and completely in love. In that knowledge, I let myself drift to sleep.
We would fight together. One day, hopefully many years from now, we would die together. And that was perfect.
I was finally home.