Instead of answering with words, I rose up and kissed him, pouring all my own pent-up emotion and desire into the contact. He responded instantly, his arms coming around meand pulling me against him with a desperate intensity that made my knees weak.
The kiss deepened quickly, becoming hungry and urgent in a way that spoke of too much separation and too much stress. When his tongue swept across my lower lip, I opened for him eagerly, and the soft sound I made seemed to snap what little control he’d been maintaining.
“Zara,” he groaned against my mouth, his hands roaming over my back and sides with increasing boldness. “I need—”
“I know,” I breathed. “I need it too.”
We fell back onto the bed, shedding clothes with an urgency that bordered on desperation. The D’tran garments were easier to remove than our practical ship wear had been, and within moments we were skin to skin, hands exploring and claiming with a surprisingly intense hunger.
When he lifted me and carried me to the bed, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on, lost in the sensation of his mouth on my throat and his hands on my body. The mating bond was singing in my blood, making every touch feel electric and necessary.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough with want as he settled over me.
“I’ve been sure since this morning,” I replied, pulling his mouth back down to mine. “I’m done waiting.”
“Thank the stars.” Torven’s mouth on mine was a brand, a searing claim that sent heat coursing through my veins. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, echoing the frantic rhythm of my own. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of my body as if memorizing every inch.Each touch was possessive, yet reverent, setting my skin ablaze with a need that bordered on pain.
I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His scent was a mix of that pungent body oil we’d been given to wash with, metal, and something uniquely him. It filled my nostrils, intoxicating me. I could taste the desperation in his kiss, the wild hunger that matched my own. His tongue stroked against mine in a primal dance that mimicked the act we both craved.
His mouth left mine, trailing hot kisses down my neck, pausing at my breasts to lave attention on my aching nipples. I gasped, my hips jerking against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against my thigh. He was large, throbbing with the same clawing need that pulsed through me. I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, marveling at the silken heat, the sheer size of him.
Torven groaned. He ground his hips into my grip. “Zara,” he growled in a strangled voice. “Be careful, or this will be over before it begins.”
I smiled, enjoying a surge of feminine power. “Then maybe you should take control,” I whispered, guiding him to my entrance. I was wet. My pussy ached with emptiness, yearning to be filled.
He captured my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. His eyes, dark with lust, held mine as he positioned himself. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low rasp. “Look at me as I claim you.”
I held his gaze, my breath hitching as he began to push inside. He moved slowly, allowing my body to adjust to his size. The stretch was intense, burning, yet exquisitely pleasurable.I could feel every inch of him, filling me completely, merging us into one.
His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his arms trembling with restraint. “You’re mine, Zara,” he groaned, seating himself fully within me. “Mine to protect. Mine to love.”
“Yours,” I agreed, my voice barely a whisper. The mating bond thrummed between us, a tangible force that bound us together, body and soul.
He began to move, a slow, deliberate withdrawal followed by a powerful thrust that stole my breath. Pleasure shot through me, throbbing from where we were joined, spreading like an electrical charge through my veins. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper, matching his rhythm with my own.
His pace quickened, each thrust harder, more possessive than the last. I could feel the tension building, the coil of desire tightening in my core. His fingers laced with mine, our clasped hands pressing into the mattress above my head. His body was a furnace, his skin slick with sweat, the amber and gold hues shifting to more vibrant tones with each powerful movement.
“Torven,” I panted, my body arching to meet his. “More. I need more.”
He made a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. Releasing my hands, he hooked one arm under my knee, opening me wider, allowing him to sink even deeper. His other hand snaked between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. His fingers were merciless, circling and stroking, driving me higher and higher.
The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, thewet slap of flesh against flesh, the harsh pants of our breath, the low groans and gasps of pleasure. The mating bond hummed, amplifying every sensation, every touch. I could feel his pleasure as keenly as my own, a feedback loop that pushed us both towards the edge.
“Come for me, Zara,” he demanded, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
His words, combined with the relentless assault of his fingers and the powerful thrusts of his hips, sent me tumbling over the edge. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, sweeping through me, obliterating all thought. My body convulsed, my pussy clamping down on his cock, pulsing with each wave of ecstasy.
Torven threw his head back, a roar ripping from his throat as he found his own release. His cock swelled inside me, his hot seed spilling deep, branding me from the inside out. The mating bond flared, a burst of heat that seared through us both, forging an unbreakable connection.
He collapsed, shifting to lie beside me, so I didn’t take the brunt of his weight. His body shook with the aftershocks of our shared pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, our hearts pounding in sync. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and damp against my skin.
“Zara,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Sweetfuck, Zara. Whatwasthat?”
“Not sure,” I replied, smiling softly. “But if that’s how sex is going to be between us, I may not survive it.”
“Me either.” He closed his eyes. “We’ll die happy, though.”
I let out a tired chuckle and let myself just…feel. We lay like that for a while, our bodies still joined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. The mating bond waspowerful. It was a constant reminder of our connection. I could almostfeelhis emotions, a mix of satisfaction, contentment, and a lingering echo of his earlier fear.
