Page 425 of Lodestar

For a couple moments, I reveled in his touch.

How he savored me sent liquid pleasure coursing through my veins, but then his hips rocked forward against my core and that was all I could think about.

His hands were a solid presence at my waist, and I knew they’d stay there so I helped by reaching between us.

To get a hold of him, I had to wriggle away, but he snatched me to him, jerking upright, his arms sliding around my back as he dragged me into his chest as if he thought I was going to jump.

“Jesus, Star!” he snapped, and because we were plastered to one another, I felt the heavy pounding of his heart.

Was it stupid to think it beat in time with mine?

“I was just reaching for your cock,” I said apologetically. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He blew out a breath as he held me close, so close, and amid the tight clutch of his arms, I angled my head so that I was kissing his throat this time, sipping and nipping and tasting and teasing.

Thanking him with loving kisses and explorative strokes.

My tongue found his pulse and I palpated the flesh there, feeling it slow down from the adrenaline-based fear and shift into arousal.

His groan rumbled in my ear, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine, especially as his teeth found my earlobe and he nibbled it before sucking hard, reminding me of the pressure of those lips around my clit.

“I need you alive and kicking,” he whispered then, the words only audible because of how close we were.

I squeezed him, trying to imbue the embrace with my apology. “I just needyou,” I whispered back.

He groaned as I squeezed my hands between us and finally shaped his cock with one. The other was aimed at finding his fly. As I dragged the zipper down, I sighed when I found him in my palm. Hot, thick, heavy.

My pussy clutched at nothing, already eager for what was becoming its BFF.

Digging my feet into his butt, I repeated, “I need you, Conor, now. Please,now.”

He groaned, the sound tortured as his head rocked back like it was too heavy for his neck to support. I took advantage and worked on leaving him a hickey as I started to jerk his cock, using his pre-cum as lube until the emptiness inside me was just too goddamn much.

When his hands clutched at my waist, rough enough to hurt, I nipped my way up to his ear and murmured, “I’m so fucking wet for you, Conor. I wish you could feel it.” His fingers tore atmy blouse. “I am. It’s all for you. No one else. No one makes me feel this way. Only you. Only you.”

As he snarled, I let his dick experience the gift I’d had waiting for him—no panties.

“Jesus Christ, Star. Were you walking around like this?” He hissed as he dragged his cock back and forth. Then surprise whispered through his words. “Youarewet.” He groaned as my juices coated his shaft. “God, you’re perfect, Star. So fucking perfect. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

I urged our mouths to collide so he could taste my smile, my thanks, mylove.

He hissed again as his tip found my slit, and slowly, so fucking slowly it was painful, he rocked into me.

Then, when I crossed my heels so I had more support, I used that to urge him deeper into me, not stopping until I was full of him. So goddamn full that I choked out a breath that he swallowed in his kiss.

The shocked breath morphed into a moan at how perfecthewas.

The only dick I’d ever wantedthismuch.

The only man I’d everneeded.

I had no idea why the thought made me cry. Maybe it was because the last time I’d been in this position, I’d been a toy. No choice, no free will, no say.

Now, I had it all.

And I had him.

I was blessed.

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