I hated cowards.
“I want to start a family.”
I watched as he processed my words, his hand sliding from my breast to settle over my abdomen where our child would grow. “You wish to have a baby?”
I lifted my head, kissed him. “I wish to have your baby.”
“Yes.” He growled then and I felt it through my body. Lowering himself, he kissed me. And kissed me. And kissed me some more. His weight remained off me—I’d be smushed flat otherwise—but I was not getting up until he let me. Not that I wanted to go anywhere. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
Lifting one leg, I stroked it along the length of him. He poured everything into the kiss. I felt his love, his devotion, his passion. His possession.
This was why I’d told Helion to remove the Coalition birth control and make me fertile again. I didn’t want just to fuck Nyko. I wanted to make love with him. I wanted to have a baby, his baby. A little one that would be mine to love the way my mother never loved me. This baby would be adored, and I knew Nyko would be the perfect father. Although, if we ended up having a girl, he’d have to calm down some or he’d end up committed to some Atlan loony bin reserved for over-protective daddies.
I wrapped my hands around his neck. Tangling tongues wasn’t enough. “Please,” I breathed.
Nyko pulled back so I could see him without being cross-eyed. “Please, what?”
“I need you.”
“You have me,” he replied.
“I need you inside me.”
He stroked a finger over my cheek, down my neck, and his eyes followed it as it moved to my breast. Shifting, he settled between my legs, nudging them wider with his knee. I could feel his cock slide wetly up my thigh to press against my core.
“I’ve been rough with you before. This time, I can’t go fast.”
He slipped in an inch and I arched my neck back, closed my eyes.
“Good.” I moaned when he pushed in another inch. “But…this is too slow.”
Curling my legs around him, I pressed my heels into his butt to push him deeper. He slid in all the way, stilled.
Our groans mingled. God, it was so good. He was almost too big, my body needing this time to adjust. I clenched down on him, shifted my hips.
He lowered his head beside mine, his lips roaming over my neck, my shoulder. When he nipped at where they joined, I felt myself get wetter, softening around him.
Somehow he moved over every hot button I’d never known I had. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, shifting so it was better and better. My skin misted with sweat and my mouth was dry from the little sounds I made. No, they weren’t so little.
“Right here, mate. This is where I belong.” Nyko moved with a slow precision, ruthless and measured, driving me higher and higher.
“I’m going to come. Oh…yes.” I held my breath, tightened all of my muscles as I focused on the pleasure Nyko was giving me.
“Let go. Come for me. Let me have all of you.”
I did feel like I was falling, but I knew I was safe. With one deep nudge of his cock, I came, crying out his name.
I could feel my body clenching and pulling him in deeper, as if knowing he needed to be as far in me as possible so we’d make a baby. My body wanted it, wanted every drop of his pleasure.
My fingers clawed at his sweaty back, my heels hooked on his butt. My toes curled with bliss.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, took in my mate’s tense jaw, his blue eyes.
“Nyko, your turn.” My hand came up, stroked his jaw. “Please. I want to watch you. Hear you. Let me have all of you.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, his hips continuing to move in a languid pace that had drawn out my orgasm for seconds. Minutes.
“I love you, Megan. Gods, how I love you.”