Page 46 of Fastlander Fighter

He filled her up, consuming every inch of her sensitive skin. Captain was everywhere. He was everything. Nothing existed outside of his touch.

He kissed her hard, and she opened her eyes enough to see the tension in his arm muscles. She watched his torso move over her, his muscles flexing with the movement. His eyes were so light now and couldn’t pass for human, but she wasn’t scared. She liked seeing him like this. She liked seeing the other side of him.

He was bucking into her, but saw her eyes on him and slowed. His eyes were so serious as he locked his gaze on hers and searched her soul as he drove them closer to release.

She’d never done this before—not like this!

He touched her cheek and shook his head. “Neither have I.”

Wait, had she said that out loud?

He kissed her and eased back, thrusting into her slow, and deep, slow and deep, eyes on hers.

She couldn’t look away. She couldn’t even blink. She didn’t want to break this moment that felt so important as he pushed them closer, closer.

Her body shattered suddenly and she cried out his name, every muscle tensing with the intensity of her release.

He dragged out every last pulse of pleasure, then leaned down and told her, “You almost had me, siren. Flip over.”

Mmm, monster. She hid her sated smile as she leaned up and whispered against his ear, “Yes, sir.”

A dark chuckle escaped him as he pushed off her far enough for her to roll onto her stomach and angle her ass toward him.

He slid his thick cock into her, and she groaned in pleasure.

“You like it from behind?” he asked low as he moved inside of her.

“I like you behind me.”

“Who’s the animal now?” he asked.

She grinned wickedly to herself, her cheek swelling against the carpet with the expression. “Me.”

He bucked into her harder, and deeper, his hand sliding to her breast. With her face angled like this, she could see the tension in his strong arm as he bucked into her. For the rest of her life, she would never forget this powerful being over her, driving into her, making sure he’d taken care of her release a few times before he took his own pleasure from her body.

“You want it?” he growled into her ear as he slid his hand from her breast to her throat.

“Give it to me,” she whispered as the tension built to an inferno inside of her again.

He gritted out the sexiest sound as he pulsed fiery heat into her body, and oh, she was gone again. Her body imploded with bliss and matched his pulsing release.

Never in her life had she felt something so good. So big. So important.

Every cell in her body was reaching for him as he slammed into her again and again.

When he slowed and then stilled, she went boneless against the carpet.

“Stay there,” he demanded, and she obeyed. She had no choice. She couldn’t move if she tried.

He left, and returned a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. She’d never seen a man be more caring than Captain as he washed her thighs and her sex. When he was done, he lifted her easily up into his arms and then stepped carefully over the mess of the living room and into her bedroom. He settled her onto the bed and then laid beside her, pulling the comforter over both of their tangled legs.

She didn’t feel the need to fill the space with words right now, and neither did he.

Captain seemed content to just look at her and explore her skin under the covers with the tips of his fingers.

A tiny, soft smile kept taking his lips, and she answered with a smile of her own each time.

There were no words needed here. Sloane’s body was shaking and sated from what he’d just done to her, but he wasn’t rushing her recovery.

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