This, being touched by him, being taken by him—it was something infernal and ravenous.
And its fire could only be sated with blood and lust.
Vessa rotated her hips down. At the same time, Kedar pressed into her.Fuck. She closed her eyes against the burn as she stretched to take him inside of her.
Wrapping a hand around her throat, he squeezed. “Keep those dark eyes on me, Ves. You’re going to watch me fuck you.”
“Then stop talking and fuck me already,” she rasped as she stared into his eyeshields. “Or are you going to back down from this, too?”
He let out a low rumble of a laugh that reverberated through her. Tilting his head, he pushed deeper into her, and she couldn’t help the hiss of pain that escaped her. “I have every intention of seeing this through.”
Her cunt gripped around his first bulge and half of the next. It was already too much and not enough.
She needed more. All of him.
And he knew it. In a single hard thrust, he filled her.
They both moaned.
Tears welled in her eyes from the fullness. Theache. There was pain and pleasure in it, like every cut and bruise he’d given her.Passion and anguish. He pulled all the way out and thrust back inside of her.
“I needed this,” he groaned. “Needed you.” Shifting his stance, he took up a hard rhythm.
Digging her nails into his arms, she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain. Tears ran carelessly down her face. He felt so good, and gods, she needed him, too. “Don’t stop,” she breathed.
“You’re so stars damn tight,” he growled. “This Xaal you train with. He doesn’t take you, does he? No, you look too blood-damned good wrapped around mydreck. I know this pretty little hole has been waiting for me to claim it, hasn’t it?”
It took her brain a long moment to follow his statement. She’d forgotten all about the fake Xaal she made up. Kedar didn’t know how close he really was to the truth. Had she been waiting all this time? Forhim?
Yes. Every molecule of her being knew it was true.
“Say it.” He pinched her nipple, drawing a sensual whine from her. “Tell me there was no one else. I was as much in your head as you were in mine.” He was demanding. Begging. Desperation entered his voice and every move he made—his hand squeezing her ass, his other grasping the globe of her breast.
She didn’t know what made her say the truth of it. Some connection that was between them and always would be? Whether they killed each other or not, whether she was far away across the galaxy or right in front of him, they were bound inextricably. “I haven’t. Taken. Anyone,” she managed to bite out. “Ever since—”
“We met,” he finished for her. He groaned and buried himself as deep as he could go,throbbinginside of her. “I wanted to claim you, make you mine even then. From the moment you first chose me to spar with. You’ve always been beautiful and violent. You should have been mine.”
There was heartache in every word. She knew the pain well.
But that didn’t make sense. What was he saying? “What about your mate?” Vessa had forgotten about her, but she didn’t have it in her to feel guilty as he flicked his thumb over her swollen clit.
“I have no one. I have only ever wanted…Fuck.” He snapped his hips forward, driving into her with punishing force. She could feel every ridge of him, his bulges pulsing against her walls. He filled her again, and again. Vessa was lost to him, to the sensation of him inside of her. She rode it out with him, needing the heated friction.
Flames licked up her core, spread. He rolled the hard peak of her nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, and she cried out. She was so sensitive. Every bit of her. Wherever their skin touched, wherever their sweat and blood slicked together.
Her thighs trembled. Damn her, but she was so close.
“Can you take it?” he asked, voice torn and hoarse.
The base of him swelled, and somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew it meant something.Knotting. It happened when there was a deep physical and emotional connection. Between mates or star-destined lovers. The way they were fated for each other couldn’t be contained by such simple definitions. But sheneededit. Needed this piece of him. It washers. “I can take it. Please,” she pleaded breathily.
“I know you can,” he panted. The muscles in his neck strained, his body tensed. I’m going to knot inside of you. Inside your perfect, tight cunt. Made for…”
Even as she was about to enter some different state of being, his thrusts became shallower. His bulges throbbed, pushed against her constricting walls. But it was his base swelling and slowing his movements that pushed her toward oblivion.
His grasp tightened, his fingers sinking into her flesh in a bruising hold. “Just.” Thrust. “Need.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust.“Out of.” Thrust. “My head.” He buried himself inside her, hitting the deepest parts of her. His hot seed filled her in spurts.
Her walls clenched around him, needing him impossibly deeper. The pressure built and built. Expanded. Filled her. The heat of his cum, the burning stretch. She was somehow coming apart and being held together only by him. “It’s too much,” she breathed, wiggling her hips against him. She was sofullof him. He was lodged inside, his knot so swollen she couldn’t pull away.
