“I need you inside me.”
He stroked a finger over my cheek, down my neck, and his eyes followed it as it moved to my breast. Shifting, he settled between my legs, nudging them wider with his knee. I could feel his cock slide wetly up my thigh to press against my core.
“I’ve been rough with you before. This time, I can’t go fast.”
He slipped in an inch and I arched my neck back, closed my eyes.
“Good.” I moaned when he pushed in another inch. “But…this is too slow.”
Curling my legs around him, I pressed my heels into his butt to push him deeper. He slid in all the way, stilled.
Our groans mingled. God, it was so good. He was almost too big, my body needing this time to adjust. I clenched down on him, shifted my hips.
He lowered his head beside mine, his lips roaming over my neck, my shoulder. When he nipped at where they joined, I felt myself get wetter, softening around him.
Somehow he moved over every hot button I’d never known I had. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, shifting so it was better and better. My skin misted with sweat and my mouth was dry from the little sounds I made. No, they weren’t so little.
“Right here, mate. This is where I belong.” Nyko moved with a slow precision, ruthless and measured, driving me higher and higher.
“I’m going to come. Oh…yes.” I held my breath, tightened all of my muscles as I focused on the pleasure Nyko was giving me.
“Let go. Come for me. Let me have all of you.”
I did feel like I was falling, but I knew I was safe. With one deep nudge of his cock, I came, crying out his name.
I could feel my body clenching and pulling him in deeper, as if knowing he needed to be as far in me as possible so we’d make a baby. My body wanted it, wanted every drop of his pleasure.
My fingers clawed at his sweaty back, my heels hooked on his butt. My toes curled with bliss.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, took in my mate’s tense jaw, his blue eyes.
“Nyko, your turn.” My hand came up, stroked his jaw. “Please. I want to watch you. Hear you. Let me have all of you.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, his hips continuing to move in a languid pace that had drawn out my orgasm for seconds. Minutes.
“I love you, Megan. Gods, how I love you.”
This was more than a vow, the tone solemn, the look on his face serious, strained, as if he were in physical pain.
“I want everything, Nyko. I love you. I want your seed deep inside me. I want to make a baby with you.”
“If I don’t succeed, mate—” He grinned wickedly. “Then I’ll have to keep you right here beneath me until my seed takes root.”
That sounded fucking perfect to me.
He began to move then and my eyes fell closed, sensitive nerve endings reawakening. The tension in my body built, fueled by emotions surging through me like a tidal wave, so strong I couldn’t contain them. Tears leaked from my eyes, tears I couldn’t stop or control as every wall I’d ever built around my heart shattered. Joy and hope and love and years of hurt flowed out of me as Nyko fucked me, filled me up, made me feel whole.
Arching up to meet his thrusts, I held nothing back. I was going to come again. Nothing was going to stop it.
When his hand cupped my breast and tugged on my tender tip, my eyes flared open and I came. It was unexpected—the painful play of his fingers and the orgasm it spurred—yet there was no sound. My mouth was open but nothing came from it. I kept my eyes open and watched as Nyko pressed his hips into mine, arched his back, neck corded and roared my name.
His body shook and every last brick, every hurt from my past, toppled and collapsed under the wave of his love. I felt his hot seed spurt into me, filling me. I’d already been claimed, but it seemed as if he was doing it again. Reaffirming that I belonged to him, just as much as he belonged to me.
I had everything I wanted, right here. The hot, sweaty weight of this warrior a reminder that I was not alone, that I was loved, that my own warrior’s heart was matched to his.
Everything was perfect.
Epilogue
Megan
“Nyko, someone’s knocking on the door.” I wiggled in his arms and then laughed when he tugged the dress from my hand.
“I like you naked.”
I spun in his hold, tilted my head back so I could look up at him. He was smiling at me, a quick and easy grin that I saw more and more since we’d arrived on Atlan. The stress of fighting, of even just being on the Karter had worn on both of us more than we imagined.
While we’d certainly made exceptionally good use of every horizontal surface in the house, and a few walls, too—we’d both been restless sleepers. Nightmares plagued us both, but it was easy to reach out and know Nyko was there. Would always be there. He’d either held me or kissed me or even fucked my bad dreams away. He’d said it was his job to do so.