“No,” he whispers. “You saved me first.”
We stay like that, wrapped in each other, until the stars cradle us once more.
It happensin the quiet between stars.
After all the fire and fury, it’s this—just the two of us in the medbay’s hush, the soft whir of old machines, and the steady thump of his heart—that shatters me.
I reach for him first.
His eyes widen for a second, surprise flickering across that lethal, beautiful face. But then I’m kissing him—hard, desperate, like air’s been rationed and he’s the last breath I’ll ever take. His mouth opens beneath mine, answering with equal hunger.
There’s nothing gentle about it.
The kiss is feral, molten, full of teeth and growls. My fingers tangle in his long white hair, thick and wild as a storm. His claws rake down my back, slicing my shirt like tissue. His armor clatters to the floor, piece by piece, forgotten. We don’t need words. Not now.
He reaches for rope.
“No,” I pant, straddling him on the narrow cot, pressing my thighs around his waist. “Not this time. I need to move. I need to feel everything.”
His eyes darken, pupils flaring wide. “As you wish.”
Then I ride him like I’m chasing vengeance.
His cock slides into me in one hard thrust, and I scream—raw, exultant. The width of him, the ridged bone spurs along the shaft—every thrust rips pleasure from me like a holy thing. My pussy clenches, desperate to hold all of him. I gasp as the spurs drag along my inner walls, lighting me up from the inside.
“Kallus—” I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.
His hands clamp around my hips, lifting me and slamming me down again, forcing me to take every inch. “That’s it,” he growls. “Take it all. You were made for this. For me.”
“Yes,” I moan, tossing my head back. “Always.”
The cot rocks beneath us, squealing against the metal floor. I ride him hard, wild, sweat dripping between my breasts, hair flying. He’s a beast under me—growling, panting, eyes glowing like twin stars—but he lets me lead. He lets me take what I need.
My orgasm slams into me like a comet. I scream his name as I convulse around his cock, riding him through the aftershocks.
But I’m not done.
I lean down, panting, licking the salt off his throat, and whisper, “Again.”
He flips me before I finish the word, pins me beneath him. “Greedy girl.”
His cock slides back in, deeper now, hitting a spot that makes me sob.
His pace is brutal. Rhythmic. Perfect.
“Mine,” he snarls against my neck.
“Yours,” I gasp. “Yours.”
The spurs drive me crazy. Each drag, each push, each pulse sends me higher. I claw at his back, his waist, his ass—anything to anchor myself as he wrecks me.
We fuck like the galaxy is ending. Like we’re burning in the center of a collapsing star. His cock pounds into me until I can’t breathe, until the next orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami.
“Gonna come inside you,” he growls.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Breed me. Fill me. Fuck?—”
He slams in, buries deep, and groans—long, low, and primal—as he spills inside me, cock jerking with every pulse. I feel it flood me, feel the heat fill my womb. I sob through it, clutching him tighter.
