Page 105 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
Ayden’s body is solid, powerful. Confirming it this way is so much better than just watching.
He gently rolls me beneath him, positioning himself above me. With practiced ease, he unhooks my bra, then lowers his head and lets his tongue graze my chest.
My breath catches. There are maybe forty fighters just a few feet away… are we really doing this? The deep snoring of the Varnaks echoes through the warehouse, and instead of alarming me, it makes me giggle.
Startled, Ayden lifts his head. I curl my arm around his neck and pull him back to me, back to my mouth.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of his kisses.
Then his hand stops, resting at the edge of my panties, like he’s asking for permission.
Yes, I think. A thousand times yes.
I wiggle slightly, helping him slide the last bit of fabric away.
And since we’re at it—I tug gently on his belt. Just enough to let him know that this barrier, too, needs to go.
He gets the message instantly. He undresses with such speed that the rhythm between us never breaks.
Well—figuratively speaking. Because my body? It’s already on fire.
I tremble with anticipation and a flicker of worry.
Last time, we stopped before this part.
Given how far gone we both are now, I doubt that’s going to happen again.
Still… I’m nervous. My only real experience was with Frank—and it was a complete disaster. A galactic-level disappointment. Was it my fault? Or his? He acted like it was all on me, blaming my inexperience.
I know Galactic Sentinels have flings wherever they go. Logan bragged about it enough. I’m not naïve. I don’t think Ayden went celibate all these years. So how could I ever measure up to the women he’s been with?
But those thoughts disappear when his hands and mouth are everywhere at once. His lips, my breasts, his fingers… a single firm touch between my thighs sends a tidal wave crashing through me. I gasp—would have made a sound if Ayden hadn’t kissed me at just that moment. A silent warning. A shared understanding.
I drown in the bliss as it crests and fades, leaving my whole body humming in its wake. Ayden doesn’t rush. He kisses me lazily, touches me with a kind of greedy patience. God, how I wish I could see his face…
Then, with a deep growl, he shifts his weight and rises over me. That sound—unintentional, primal—sinks straight into my core, and I ache in response.
And then he’s inside me.
Finally.
I tighten my grip around his neck, clinging to him.
This has nothing to do with Frank’s awkward fumbling. This is something else entirely. This is Ayden claiming me, body and soul. Dominating me with the full force of his strength and presence.
In seconds, another wave overtakes me. I arch beneath him, unable to contain the tremors that roll through me.
I don’t know if we managed to stay quiet. But the hangar is still peaceful, barely disturbed by the Varnaks' heavy breathing.
And me? My entire world just shifted on its axis.
Whatever just happened between us... it wasn’t just good.
It was everything.
We slowly catch our breath. Ayden eases us back into our usual sleeping position. His hand strokes my arm with a tenderness that melts me all over again.
Eventually, I drift off. Still glowing inside, my heart full of the moments we just shared.
