The First Starfighter, Grace Goodwin [popular novels .TXT] 📗

“Well then, Jamie Miller of Earth, I love you.” He leaned down and kissed me, all gentleness gone. He tugged the towel from my body and rolled so I was beneath him. He removed the towel from his hips. “Your furry childhood companion is about to be scandalized. I suggest Mr. Snuggles”—Alex pulled the bear from my arms and placed him gently on the small table next to the lamp—“sits this one out.”

I laughed as Alex moved the bear so his eyes faced the bathroom door. Satisfied that Mr. Snuggles would not watch our escapades, he turned back to me and arched a brow at my reaction.

“Do you have something to say, bonded one?”

“No.” I reached for him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and changed my mind. “Actually, yes. Hurry up. I want you.”

He dropped his head to kiss me breathless, and I arched beneath him, feeling every hard inch of him, urging him to hurry with deeds as well as words. “I thought you loved me.”

“That, too.”

Alex moved to cover me completely, his hips settling between my legs as he kissed me over and over again. He shifted his hips so that his hard length rubbed along my clit and between my wet folds, driving me to distraction. With his hands beside my head, he hovered over me. Giving me enough of his weight to revel in our differences but not enough to be smothered. My nipples brushed against his hot skin and hardened. I wanted him inside me, stretching me, filling me. Now.

“Alex!” I tried to tilt my hips to take him inside to no effect. He shortened his strokes, his cock getting wetter and wetter with each pass. His pace quickened over the most sensitive part of me, pushing me toward orgasm.

He got me hot so fast, it was like a record. He made me uninhibited. Wild. Free.

He waited, kept my body on the edge, kissed me over and over and over until I was panting and breathless and begging. “Aaaalex.”

I locked my ankles around his thighs and held on with every ounce of strength I possessed.

Alex stilled. “Open your eyes.”

I did so, looking up into an expression I had never seen from him before.

Trust. Desire. Need. Love.

“I love you, Jamie.” With those words, he moved at last, thrusting hard and deep, filling me. Stretching me.

It wasn’t the first time he’d taken me, but it felt like we were finally—finally—truly a bonded pair. We’d been through hell and back. Together. It had been hard. Painful. Scary as hell. But with Alex by my side, I knew we could conquer anything.

The way he moved in me, I knew this wasn’t one-sided. I believed his words, but he was right. It was his actions that gave me no doubt. He would protect me, but he’d also pleasure me.

Alex’s muscles tensed. His skin was almost hot to the touch. His breathing was ragged. It was possible his cock thickened. Knowing he was right there with me…

The spasms started and built until I was out of control, writhing and moaning as the orgasm ripped through me like a bolt of lightning.

He stilled and held himself buried deep. Silent, unmoving, he watched me, cataloging every sound and movement, every groan of pleasure. I was lost in him.

When I could think again, I looked up into the face of the most amazing man I’d ever known and thanked God and fate and every possible force in existence that had brought us together. “I love you.”

He grinned with pure male satisfaction and wiggled his hips, his cock shifting inside me. I gasped at the shock waves that jolted my system with the small movement of his body on mine. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

His smile melted away, replaced with a serious amount of determination. “That word is no longer part of your lexicon.”

“What?”

“I warned you.” He pulled out, and I didn’t have a chance to feel the room’s cool air on my chest before he flipped me over onto my stomach. He spread my knees wide and settled between them once more. I felt him over me. His power. His control. The prod of his cock indicating his continued need for me. “That word no longer exists.”

“Alex, you can’t be serious. I—”

He filled my throbbing, empty heat from behind, and the words died on my lips with a soft moan. I arched my back, took him deeper. I lifted my hands to the sides of my head and fisted the bedsheets as he pumped into me. He couldn’t get any deeper. I felt… possessed. Protected. Dominated. I was about to come again.

He stopped moving, his hands settling over mine on either side of my head. “How are you, bondmate?”

“I’m fi—” I stopped myself just in time, and he rewarded me by circling his hips and thrusting forward in a way that made me gasp. “I’m so good, Alex. Amazing.”

He pressed deeper. Hard.

I gasped again as he pushed me across the bed. “So good.”

He settled his body across my back and pressed me farther into the mattress.

When he slipped his hand under my hip and found my sensitive clit, I spread my legs wider and arched my back to give him access. He filled me from behind, stroking my body as he took me. I came again with a soft cry, and he waited for me to settle before starting the slow ride again.

“Oh my God, Alex, it’s too much.”

“Never,” he growled. His skin was slick with sweat. His voice a harsh rasp. His motions now wild and uneven.

He didn’t last much longer. My third orgasm—and the way my body milked his cock—pushed him over the edge, and he said my name as he came, then collapsed on top of me like I’d exhausted him beyond any hope of recovering.

When I wiggled because I needed more air, he shifted to his side and pulled my back against his chest. His arm was thrown over my waist,