Page 53 of Lost in Barbarian Space

“This.” She started to ride him.

The sensations crashing through him were incredible. As Honor’s beautiful body rose and fell above him, illuminated just by the beautiful light of the moss, Colm decided he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

Inside, his nanami were buzzing. He wanted, he needed…he needed everything from her. He growled, surging upward, and lifting her off him. She made a sharp sound of protest. He spun her around to face away from him. He pulled her back against him, her sweet curves nestled against his cock. Then he slammed her back down, and his cock slid home.

He reached up and gripped her chin. “Look.” His other hand slid around and cupped her breast. “Look at us.”

He watched her look…and see their reflection in the shiny ice. She started to ride him again—up and down, up and down.

“Watch us.” He pushed her thighs wider over his.

In the icy mirror, her lips parted.

“Can you see where my cock slides into you?”

“Yes.”

“Where it joins us?”

“Yes.”

“Right now, you are mine, Honor.”

“Yes. Yours.”

She continued to slam up and down on his cock, and he slid his hand around and down her belly. He felt his own release gathering at the base of his spine, but he fought it off.

First, he wanted to watch his beautiful woman come.

Honor had never felt so consumed. She was writhing on the edge of her orgasm, and she was filled with Colm. He stretched her with a pleasure-pain that felt so good.

It was so sexy watching in the ice mirror as his thick cock disappeared between her legs. Her body accepting him. She thrust back against him, loving that with him, she didn’t have to worry about her strength.

His finger pressed down on her clit in firm, slippery circles. Oh, so good. His touch was a little rough. Just how she liked it.

“Yes, Colm. I’m going to come.” Her movements got faster, less controlled.

“Come. Come on my cock. Milk me, my little warrior.”

She did, her husky cries surrounding them. Electricity raced through her body.

He slammed her down hard. He held her down, she was so full of him. He growled, grinding against her as his own release hit him. Then his growl became a roar.

Honor couldn’t hold herself upright, so it was lucky when Colm collapsed backward, taking her with him onto the fur.

He made sure his cock stayed lodged inside her and his big body curled around hers, keeping her warm. He nuzzled her hair with his face. “This is where you compliment me on my warrior stamina.”

She laughed, and it sounded suspiciously like a giggle. God, she felt good. Well loved, cherished.

With that thought, a touch of tension invaded her languid body. It was silly, really. He’d made it clear he wanted her in bed, but nothing else. Silly to feel cherished.

“What?” he growled.

She realized she’d tensed up, and he was sensing it. She forced herself to relax. “Nothing.” She leaned her head back so she could see him. “So how long until you warriors are ready for round two?”

He pulled away from her, his cock slipping out of her. She wrinkled her nose at the loss.

But then he grabbed her—God, the man was so strong to handle her like she weighed nothing. She found herself on her back in the fur, an aroused warrior lowering his body on top of hers. He lifted one of her legs and pushed it against her chest. God. She was wide open to him.