Page 105 of Shadows of Stardust

“Good.” She presses her hips closer, and it takes every damn thing I have not to sink into her, to lose myself.

I’m nearly mindless with it, that need.

Mindless with want for her, mindless with the desire to be even closer.

“You’re sure?” I make myself ask, needing to hear her say it.

Please, fates, let her say it.

Roslyn curls a hand around my jaw, makes me look at her. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Prayer answered, I ease forward and feel my resolve to take this slow slip again.

I thought Roslyn was scorching the first time I touched her.

I was wrong.

She’s an inferno, a firestorm to obliterate me completely, the blazing center of the brightest star.

The damp heat of her pulls at me, her legs a vise around my waist as she bucks and strains to take me deeper.

“Easy,” I say, stilling to let her adjust, and unbearably, unreasonably pleased at her sharp cry of protest and the straining cant of her hips.

“Can’t,” she says, voice thready and hoarse. “Can’t wait. Please, Zan. Need—I need—”

“I know.”

Withdrawing from her, I lean in to kiss the keening whine that slips from her lips, and take myself in hand once more.

It’s not going to be an easy fit, and I won’t rush this, no matter how prettily she might beg.

I run the head of my cock up the length of her slit. Once, twice, again, working her into a frenzy and stoking her pleasure until she’s soft and wet for me. I notch myself at her entranceand give her an inch, then two, before pulling back and starting again, sinking a little deeper each time.

It drives her out of her fatesdamned mind. Blunt nails digging into my shoulder, teeth scraped over the armored plate on my pec when she rears up and makes her frustration known.

And, because I’ve always been powerless against her, I give her what she wants.

I hitch one of her legs over my hip, then the other, tilting her hips and finding the angle that works for us both. She meets me halfway, body opening for me, letting me in. Sweet and hot and wet and beyond my wildest fantasies.

But when I’m seated fully, pressed so deep inside of her that I can feel her heartbeat as my own, I have to stop again.

We’re both panting, both straining for control, and we’ve barely even begun.

I try one experimental thrust, then two, and my eyes nearly roll back in my skull with the unimaginable pleasure of it. Of her, of the way she meets each thrust with an eager buck of her hips, with fingers buried in my hair as she kisses and bites at every piece of me she’s near enough to taste.

And fates damn it, but I’m not going to last long.

Not like this.

Not when it feels like I’ve been waiting an age to be inside her.

Not when she looks like this—wild and glorious beneath me, cunt spread wide around my cock, a beautiful flush covering her chest, her neck, her soft round cheeks.

Not when she feels like this—so fucking tight, so warm, so perfect.

But even though I won’t last long, I also won’t find that release without her.

I adjust the tilt of my hips, lining up just right so the armored ridges on my pelvis press against her clit and—

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