Page 69 of Rogue Starfighter

Vesh drove all the way home. I cried out and wrapped my legs around his hips. He filled me completely, thick and deep, his body pressed hard to mine. The mark on my neck flared. The pair bond had existed since the tower. This was different as every barrier between us disappeared and Vesh’s pleasure poured into me with my own.

He moaned next to my ear, the sound rough and broken.

“I feel you,” I whispered. “All of you. Now move.”

He laughed once, breathless and wrecked. Then he moved. Slow strokes first, pulling almost all the way out before filling me again. I felt every inch of his hard length. Every drag. Every shudder he tried to control. I ran my hands over his back and pulled him closer.

“Harder.”

“Your ribs.”

“Are fine.”

“You are banned from using that word.”

“Vesh, harder.”

His jaw flexed. For one suspended second, he looked like a man standing on the edge of surrender. Then his gaze dropped to where our bodies were joined, and something fierce and almost reverent moved through the bond. He was not simply giving me what I asked for. He was letting himself believe I could want every part of him, even the parts he had spent years calling broken.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said, his voice rough enough to make the words a command and a plea at once.

“You won't.” I caught his face between my hands and made him look at me. “I trust you.”

The answer hit him so hard I felt it. His control tore loose in a wave of devotion, hunger, and relief that made my breath catch.

He gave me what I asked for. One hand locked with mine above my head. The other gripped my hip and angled me exactly where he wanted me. His thrusts came faster, deeper, each one hitting the place his fingers had already made sensitive. The bond doubled everything. His cock moving inside me. My body tightened around him. His control slipped every time I said his name.

“Again,” he ordered. “Come for me again.”

“Bossy.”

He changed the angle of his hips. The next stroke wiped the words out of my mouth.

“Now, Priya.”

I came around him, my pussy going into spasms, squeezing his hard cock. Vesh swore and buried himself deep. His body locked over mine as he came, my name rough against my throat. The bond completed with a sharp pulse at the back of my neck. His orgasm moved through me. Mine moved through him. For several long seconds, I felt no boundary between us. Then we collapsed together, sweaty, shaking, and still joined. Vesh rolled us carefully so I rested on his chest instead of my bruised side. His heart pounded beneath my cheek.

“That,” I said when breathing became possible, “was worth crossing the galaxy for.”

His arms tightened around me. “All you want is sex?”

“The flying is fun, too.”

He chuckled. “I love you.”

I smiled against his chest. “I love you, too.” For a while, neither of us spoke. The heat cell hummed. Metal ticked somewhere in the old freighter. Vesh stroked one hand slowly down my back.

“The bond changed,” I said.

“It completed.”

“Meaning?”

“I can feel you more clearly. Distance will not weaken it as quickly. Strong emotion may pass between us without control.”

“So you can tell when I’m thinking about your ass?”

“You are thinking about it now.”