“No matter what.”
I shifted on my knees, moved closer to his hips. “We’ll see about that,” I said, just before I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth.
He jolted as if electrocuted. I gasped, realizing there was absolutely no way I could take all of him in my mouth. If it wasn’t going to all cram into my pussy, it wasn’t fitting my throat. I had a gag reflex and I’d never deep throated anyone before. So I put my hands on the base of his cock, stacking them one on top of the other and worked him with fists and mouth at the same time.
He was warm and his skin was so smooth, but the hard feel of his need beneath, the way he swelled and grew as I licked and sucked was heady, and no pun intended. Pre-cum coated my tongue as he tensed and growled, bucked and did everything he could not to touch me. I reveled in his flavor, the tangy essence of him.
“Mate, you are going to be the death of me, and I am going to enjoy it immensely.”
Hollowing my cheeks, I gave him one last suck before lifting my head, licking my lips.
“Are you wet and ready for my cock?” he asked.
I shifted back up toward his head, studied him. This had been a wild night so far. I’d pushed my inhibitions to the side and it had been reckless and wonderful. I had no reason to stop now. Putting my hands on his chest, I carefully tossed a leg over so I straddled his upper torso. We’d bathed, and I felt bold. Wild. I’d never asked a man to feast on my pussy, but he wasn’t a man. He was an Atlan. A beast. He seemed more primal, somehow. Primitive and rough and my inhibitions were nowhere to be found. I wanted him sucking on me. Fucking me with his mouth and fingers and tongue. I wanted to kiss him and taste my need on his lips.
He frowned, looking up at me. His hands were still behind his head, but I could see the silver of his cuffs and was grateful that they helped him control himself so that I could have this moment.
Sweat dotted his brow and his jaw was tense. Dark eyes filled with lust. Nostrils flared. His chest was heaving beneath me and I would have sworn his hands were trembling. He was holding back, just for me, and the knowledge made me feel powerful and wicked. So hot. Wet and ready? That felt like a week ago. Now I was desperate.
“I don’t know,” I said, answering his question. “Why don’t you find out for me?”
I slid off his torso so I was straddling his face, hovering directly above him, my pussy inches from his lips and my knees landing where his arms had been, forcing him to move them out of my way. I was on a mission.
His hands came around, cupped my bottom as he groaned. “Mate, right here. This is where I want to die.”
I didn’t have any time to think, for he pulled me down and ate me. There was no other word for it. His mouth was voracious, his tongue skilled. I planted my hands on the wall, for there was nothing else I could do.
“So much for being in control,” I murmured, just before I cried out his name.
His response to taking over was a flat-tongued lick and a deep, beast growl of pleasure. He worked me until I came, his tongue thrusting deeply as my pussy went into uncontrollable spasms.
When I could move, I moved down his body and grabbed his hard length, placed him where I needed him, and took him deep as he arched up off the bed. I slid up and down, my hand so small on his chest it was comical to think I could hold him down. But I did. He stayed still, as he’d promised, and let me take my fill.
“Don’t move, Warlord. You’re mine right now.”
“I am yours.” He thrust upward, his hips rising to meet me and I gasped at the extra pressure on my womb, the way his body bumped my clit. I rode him until I came again and collapsed against his chest, his cock still buried deep.
“I can’t take anymore. It’s too much.”
Angh just laughed and rolled both of us over, his cock stroking in and out of my body with a slow, lazy rhythm that had me moaning and clutching at his shoulders. His hair. I wrapped my legs around his hips and tilted my body to take him deeper. Begged him to go faster.
He refused, building me into a frantic mess, never adjusting his pace, holding my hips trapped to the bed when I tried to force the pace.
His dominance was my undoing, the unyielding hold of his hands on my hips as he fucked me drove me out of my mind. My body exploded. My brain turned to mush. There was no more Kira, there was only him.
He fucked me as I came, his cock stroking over my pulsing core. Dragging out the orgasm, stretching my inner muscles, moving inside me. Relentless. Disciplined. Controlled.
My body was shaking, a hot mess. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel the hard slide of him filling me up over and over. Stretching me wide. Making me his. And the fire built again. He knew when I gave in, when I let the rush wash over me and the orgasm started to build. And build.
“Angh!” I was begging. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to go fast or slow. Hard or gentle. I didn’t know what I needed. I just…needed.
His lips settled over my ear, his voice a deep rumble that made my pussy clench down on his cock like a fist. “You’re mine, Kira. Mine.”
The simple declaration pushed me over the edge and he hovered, watching me like I was the only thing in the universe that existed. When I opened my eyes, our gazes locked and the heat, the possession I saw in his eyes, made me feel more vulnerable than I’d ever felt in my life. And still, he moved. Filled me. Made me whimper and say his name. Over and over.
It was going to be a long night.
I just had to make sure I was on that transport pad at dawn. I had to go back to the Coalition Academy on time. If I missed my transport window, it would be at least two days before I could get approval for another of that distance, and I had a mission briefing thirty minutes after our scheduled return. I had to go. Someone’s life depended on it. And a two-day delay would be the ultimate walk of shame. Sorry, Vice Admiral, I couldn’t go on the mission because I was too busy fucking a beast.
Not happening. But based on the way Angh possessed my pussy, I doubted he would let me out of his bed any time soon. It would be time to leave soon enough, but not yet. Not now. Now was for me. And him. For this.
I pulled his head down, way down, for a kiss and let him fuck me. Fill me. Let myself feel like I wasn’t alone in the big, bad universe. Like someone cared.
No, I was not in a hurry to leave him. Not yet. I stopped worrying about tomorrow and gave myself over to the Atlan and his beast.
Morning was so, so far away.