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His hand closes over my throat, thumb brushing gently beneath my jaw—not choking, justclaiming. “Mine,” he rasps. “You’re fuckingmine.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I always was.”
He starts to move.
Long, deep thrusts. The ridges along his cock drag against every sensitive inch inside me, the curve of his tip hitting that place that makes my toes curl. His hips grind against my clit with every motion, and soon my cries mix with the wind howling outside.
“Say it,” he demands, thrusting harder. “Say you want to break for me.”
“Ido—I do—please, keep fucking me—don’t stop?—”
His pace picks up, slamming into me, the cot creaking, the storm outside screaming. I claw at his back, feel his scales ripple under my nails. My pussy clenches tighter, slick and soaking, and I feel myself right there, teetering on the edge.
He lowers his head, tongue flicking over my nipple, then sucking it deep into his mouth. My back arches off the cot. Pleasure rockets through me.
“I’m coming—fuck, I’m gonna?—”
“Come,” he growls against my skin. “Come all over my cock.”
And I do. I shatter—body convulsing, a scream tearing from my throat. My pussy clenches hard, waves of orgasm crashing through me, each one dragging me deeper into him.
But Dayn doesn’t stop.
He flips me over like I weigh nothing, dragging my hips up, pressing my cheek into the cot.
“Again,” he commands, thrusting back inside from behind. “You can come again.”
My breath stutters, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. His cock hits deeper from this angle, his ridged shaft stroking against every oversensitive nerve. I sob, moan,beg.
He grabs my hair, pulling just enough to make my spine arch, and pounds into me harder.
“Take it,” he snarls. “All of it.”
I scream as another orgasm rips through me—shattering and raw, leaving me shaking.
Then his rhythm falters. His growls grow louder, deeper. He thrusts hard, slams home—and roars as he spills into me. Thick, hot, filling. He keeps moving through it, grinding deep, like he wants tostaythere forever.
We collapse together, panting, tangled, ruined.
The storm outside roars louder, but it’s distant now. Like the war is something happening in another lifetime.
I curl into his chest, still shivering, muscles twitching from release. His hand strokes my back, claws gentle now, soothing.
“You didn’t break,” he murmurs.
“No,” I whisper, exhausted. “You fucked me intobecoming.”
And in the middle of chaos, with grit in my hair and his come still dripping from between my legs, I know one thing with absolute certainty:
This is our peace. This storm. This love.
This war, and everything we make from it.
CHAPTER 31
DAYN
Navigating the shuttle toward the edge of the Dead Sector, I grip the console so hard I feel the grooves dig into my palms. Dowron’s directive—recon a missing Alliance ship—makes a chill settle in my bones. This place isn’t space. It’s a vacuum where even light hesitates to travel. Beside me, Josie clicks her kit shut as the hatch cycles closed, sealing us in tighter than dread.
