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He brushed her hair from her face. Freedom, excitement, and desire thrummed through him. Everything felt right. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever.”
Her gaze softened. “Same here. This is right.”
He placed a hand over her heart then slid his fingers down to her tempting breasts. “Do you want more?”
She pulled him close, her eyes full of desperate urgency. “Yes! Inside me now, warrior.”
Striker growled, a primal desire he’d never felt invading him. He had to claim Wren again. She was his. No one else could have her.
He reached down and stroked his pulsing cock between her wet folds.
Wren arched against him. “Striker, please.”
He savored the warm, wet feel of her center before sliding inside. He exhaled. She was hot, tight, and ready for him.
He captured Wren’s full mouth and drew in her sweet taste. Her gasp sent a throb into his cock.
“All of you.” Her arms wrapped around him, and her legs circled his hips, encouraging him to fill her.
He thrust inside, drawing a low, sexy moan from her lips.
She was the perfect fit, taking all of him, even though she was small.
He drew back and thrust, his hands exploring her soft skin and dipping between her legs to stroke her clit and make her cry out louder.
This was what he needed. A reason to fight and live. There was no turning back from this. And he didn’t want to. He needed all of Wren. Always and forever.
She curled around him, drawing him close so their damp flesh pressed together. Their bodies felt like they’d become one.
She was so damned perfect it made him ache.
His speed increased, and his insides shook with the effort of keeping control. He could so easily come deep inside her right this second. She was fire, temptation, perfection, and it was all his.
Striker growled as her cries of pleasure almost pushed him over the edge. He ran a hand between them and slid along her slick folds, feeling them joined. The wetness and heat were intense.
His fingers found her clit, and he massaged the sensitive nub with his palm, circling and stroking until Wren was writhing and gasping his name.
“Come for me,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
She moaned as his fingers stroked and pleasured her. His cock was buried so deep in ecstasy that he never wanted this to end. But her sweet, writhing body and her wet tightness meant he couldn’t hold back.
“Oh! Yes, Striker, yes!” Her climax clamped around his cock.
He thrust against her as she arched up to meet him, her beauty stealing his breath as he groaned and came inside her.
Wren collapsed back on the bed, one hand on his back and the other splayed above her, her eyes closed and her chest heaving.
Striker buried his head against her neck and breathed in the smell of lust, sex, and total adoration. He was lost to this woman. He would never leave. He’d protect her forever. And she’d be there, protecting him right back.
He considered himself the luckiest Apexian in the star system.
Chapter 19
Four weeks later
“If you keep wriggling around, you’ll give away our position.” Wren shot a glare at Striker, but there was a smile mixed with it as her gaze drifted over his fitted uniform. Damn, he was delicious. And he was all hers.
“Three hours we’ve been waiting. What’s the problem with this little guy? Anyone would think he could smell a bunch of lethal predators waiting for him.” Striker adjusted his position for the hundredth time and sighed.
