I traced one of his tattoos with my tongue, the skull inked over his chest, and he shivered.
“Star,” he breathed.“You sure?”
I met his eyes, steady even as my head swam.“Don’t stop.”
He stilled for half a second, breath shaking, like he was giving himself one last chance to stop.
“Star,” he warned quietly, voice wrecked.“If I do this…”
My fingers tightened in his skin.“Then do it.”
That broke him.
He pressed closer, slow and deliberate, and the stretch of him pulled a sharp sound from my throat that I didn’t even try to hide.My head tipped back, eyes fluttering, and every nerve lit up at once.
“Fuck,” he groaned.“God, you feel—” He cut himself off as his forehead dropped to mine like he needed the contact to stay in control.I could feel the tension in him as his restraint snapped thread by thread.
“Look at you,” he murmured, breath hot against my mouth.“Taking me like that.”
A shiver tore through me.My hips lifted without thinking, chasing more, and his grip tightened immediately.
“Easy,” he said, but his voice was all wrong.Rough, dark, barely holding on.“You want it?”
“Yes,” I breathed.“Please.”
That did it.
He eased the rest of the way in, slow enough to make me gasp again, both of us frozen for a heartbeat as he settled inside me.
“Christ, Star,” he whispered.“You have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
I shook my head, dizzy and needy, and he huffed a quiet laugh that sounded more like a groan.
“Yeah,” he said.“That’s what I thought.”
He started to move then, slow at first and controlled, like he was fighting himself.Every motion was deliberate and deep enough to pull gasps from my throat.My hands tightened in his hair, and my body answered him instinctively, meeting him without shame or hesitation.
“Fuck,” he breathed.“That’s it.Just like that.”
The pace built, unhurried but relentless.The kind that made everything blur at the edges.
“You feel so damn good,” he muttered as his hands bit into my hips like he was trying to hold it together.“You’re gonna—”
He cut himself off with a rough sound as the tension coiled too tight to hold anymore.My body followed right after, the release hitting me hard enough to make my vision go white, and my fingers curled as I cried out against his mouth.
He stayed with me through it.Pressed close and breath against breath like he refused to let the moment pull us apart.
When it passed, he didn’t move away.
His hand slid up my side, slow and gentle now, as his thumb brushed my cheek.“Hey,” he murmured.“I’ve got you.”
I nodded, still floating, still warm all over, and he kissed my forehead with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
We stayed tangled together, filthy and spent and wrapped up in each other.
Our breathing slowed, and even then, he didn’t let go.
Chapter Eighteen
