Chapter 16 #3
She followed him down, shoving his pants past his hips. His thick cock sprang free, the tip weeping against his flat, toned stomach.
“Cait—”
“Shut up.” She wrapped her hand around him, stroking once, twice. He was big… she knew that, had felt him moving inside her before, but seeing him like this, laid out beneath her with his chest heaving and his hands fisted at his sides… it hit differently.
“Want you,” she said against his mouth. “Want to taste you first.”
She took him in her mouth. Not slow or gentle… she took him deep, sucking hard, her hands digging into his muscular thighs.
Raaze’s head tipped back against the metal wall, and he groaned.
“Draanth.” His hips jerked. His hand found her hair, not pushing, just holding. “You don’t have to—”
She took him deeper. The taste of him, salt and musk and pure Raaze, flooded her senses. She worked him deep, hollowing her cheeks, using her hand on what she couldn’t swallow.
“Draanth, kelarris.” His voice came out ragged. One hand tangled in her red hair, not pulling, just holding. “Look at you. So good. So perfect for me.”
She pulled off with a wet pop. “Still calling me ‘Captain’ then?”
He went still, his eyes wide as he looked at her. “Oh, draanth, no. It means.”
She grinned and licked him. “I know what it means, idiot. I looked it up.”
His laugh was half a groan. “Get up here.”
She did, stripping the rest of her clothes off on the way. Then she straddled him. His hands stopped her hips, and he reached between them, notching the head of his cock against her entrance.
He thrust in with one smooth stroke, and the fullness punched the air from her lungs. He was big, always had been, but this angle took him deeper. She felt every inch, every ridge as he bottomed out.
He filled her completely, stretching her just past the edge of too much. She braced her hands on his chest and felt his heart slamming against her palms.
“Kelarris,” he breathed. “My kelarris.”
“Kelarris,” she said back, and watched his eyes go wide.
Then she moved.
It was hard. Fast. She rode him like she was trying to break them both, and he met her thrust for thrust, his hands on her hips hard enough to bruise. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take what you need. Take everything.”
She did. Taking and taking until the pleasure crested again, sharper this time. Screaming his name, she shattered apart around him.
He followed her over the edge with a roar, his cock pulsing inside her, his whole body going rigid beneath her as he flooded her inner walls with rope after rope of his hot seed. The heat of it triggered another smaller wave that left her utterly boneless.
They collapsed together on the bunk, breathing hard, tangled up in each other.
“Quarters,” she managed after a while. “We should—”
“Yeah.”
Neither of them moved.
Eventually, Raaze stirred. Scooping her up in his arms and ignoring her weak protest, he carried her the few feet into her quarters.
He laid her down on the bunk and disappeared into the small washroom, returning with a warm, damp towel.
Standing naked beside the bed, he wiped the sweat and slickness from between her thighs.
He cleaned her carefully, his heavy brow drawn tight in concentration, trailing the cloth over her bruised hip and down her calves.
She watched him through half-lidded eyes.
“You’re staring,” he said.
“I’m allowed.”
His lips quirked at the corners. “Fair enough.”
He tossed the towel onto the desk, then crawled onto the bunk, covering her body with his own. He was already hard again, pressing heavy against her thigh.
“Already?” she asked.
“I’ve been thinking about this since you left.” He rolled over her, settling between her legs. “Thinking about you. What you sound like when you come. What you feel like around me.”
“Show me.”
He slid into her slowly this time. This time, there was no rush. No urgency or desperation. Just the long, sweet glide of him filling her up while his eyes stayed locked on hers. She sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper.
“I love you,” he said, and started to move.
It was different. Tender. His forehead pressed to hers, his breath mingling with hers, every thrust deep and deliberate.
“I love you,” she said back. “I love you, I love you—”
He kissed her, swallowing the words, and they moved together in the quiet darkness of the ship. The pleasure built slowly this time, winding tighter with every stroke until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.
They came at the same moment, her cry muffled against his shoulder and his groan vibrating through her chest.
He stayed inside her after, both of them too wrung out to move.
She rested her head on his chest. His hand moved through her hair, slow and rhythmic.
“Fred’s going to have opinions about this,” she murmured.
“Fred can keep them to himself.”
She smiled against his skin. Her split lip stung, but she didn’t care.
This was the place she’d been trying to get to. It had never been about the family company, or her father’s approval, or proving Kian wrong.
It had always been about here. This man.
Home.