“I thought you liked getting permission first.” I ran my nails across his muscled shoulders, knowing any mark I left would be healed before he left this room.
A growl crept up his throat before his mouth crashed into mine. I returned the press of his kiss but withheld his access.
“Please.” His plea crawled across my parted lips. “Let. Me. In.”
I pulled his head to mine, meeting his mouth in molten passion. My legs relaxed and he drove himself fully inside me.
I broke from his kiss to let out a moan. The stretch, a copious mixture of pleasure and pain, reminded me of my first time with Beau years and years ago. But this wasn’t Beau. Dommik wasn’t a clumsy first-timer or a timid lover who thought he might break me. This was better. This was a transcendent connection.
He held himself there, deep inside me, savoring the feeling.
“There it is,” he whispered onto my lips. “Again.”
Dommik thrusted and I obliged.
“Louder.”
“Dommik—” My words lost structure and crumbled into a whimper as he plunged with increasing force.
“Yes, lovely. Body and wretched soul, I’m yours.” He withdrew, then filled me again. “Say my namejustlike that…” he pressed again “…for the rest of our lives.”
I was going to tell him that we should be careful who hears us. That there might be guards listening. I was going to tell him I should get back to my room before Alba noticed I hadn’t been there all day.
But instead I moaned his name—again and again—as we fell into a rhythm together. I lifted my hips, allowing him extra depth.
The wood of the headboard groaned under his grip and I thought I might shatter with it.
Tension coiled as the hard length of him curved perfectly inside of me.
“Oh, fuck.” He grunted as I gripped his ass, encouraging him deeper, harder.
Rivers of muscle flexed above me. My gaze followed their shadowy paths down, down, until I could see Dommik’s cock moving in and out of me.
Oh, fuck.
The sight awoke something feral. I lifted and rolled my hips up to meet his, determined to be his undoing. “Right there, yes.”
“Reyva,” Dommik panted, his own mounting pleasure scrunching his handsome features. I couldn’t stop myself. I met him stroke for stroke until the wood cracked beneath Dommik’s grip as he slammed his final thrust into me. My heart pounded beneath him as my orgasm echoed through my limbs.
The satiated commander released the headboard and picked a splinter from his hand. He chuckled softly as he looked down at me, admiring my bare breasts before using his hands to trace my curves.
“You’re right,” he purred.
I arched a brow, still using all my energy just to catch my breath rather than form words.
“We are doomed.” The weight of his satisfied body melted into mine and each heavy breath carried us further away from the ecstasy we’d achieved.
Snuggled together, I mindlessly caressed the back of his neck andthought about what he’d said,the rest of our lives. And for both of us, ‘life’ had different definitions in completely opposite directions. Dommik could live dozens of human lives. As for me, I could cross the wrong citizen of the Hive tomorrow and be bled dry in a matter of minutes.
My tongue was thick as I swallowed, trying to hydrate my desiccated throat. I’ve spent so much time thinking about and readying myself for a death that never seemed to come.
“That feels nice,” Dommik murmured into the pillows.
I gently kissed his shoulders, not wanting to expedite the inevitable, but a question bubbled inside of me.
“Dommik. What happens now?”
He squeezed me tighter in a silent response, transforming his body from a blanket over mine to a cocoon of muscles.
